Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 193 #Sirius attacks an evil creature at night that seems to have ill intentions towards his godson#
Mr. Frondo won Rose's sympathy with his pitiful eyes, but Edward and Cohen both had some complaints about taking in the cat.

"But it's cute," said Rose.

"And the sound is nice too." Rose thought for a moment and added.

"My voice is nice too!" Edward said jealously.

"But you're not a cat, and you're not furry," Cohen sighed. "No, you're partly furry."

"What nonsense!" Edward pushed Coin and Harry and was about to drive them upstairs. "I want to declare my sovereignty in this house - this cat has no chance of..."

"What's with the cat?" Harry asked curiously as he followed Cohen upstairs.

"My grandmother's cat," Cohen explained. "Some time ago, when I was alone with it, I found that it could talk just like the Count—but it's much more talkative than the Count. If you don't interrupt it, it can talk for an hour or two..."

"Horrible..." Harry gasped.

"It's even scarier," Cohen said. "It won't die."

"Not dying?!" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"Maybe some kind of curse or something," Cohen said. "It dies and then resurrects somewhere nearby."

But in fact, Cohen could have eaten Mr. Frondo's soul - but Cohen never did it. Killing a cat for talking too much was a bit too brutal.

It is one thing to call it a "chatterbox" when you are unhappy with it, but it is another thing to kill a harmless life just because you are unhappy with it.

Harry originally wanted to adopt this magical talking cat - but when he thought about having to listen to the cat's nagging for the rest of his life after adopting it, he gave up.

The reason why Cohen didn't really want Mr. Frondo was simply because this cat couldn't cast spells with a wand like the Count. Otherwise, a magical and immortal cat, even if it was a little talkative, would be acceptable.

But if Rose thinks it's cute and wants to keep it... it wouldn't be bad to keep it for Rose's self-defense - for example, to block the killing curse like a phoenix.

After Harry put his luggage in the guest room, Cohen heard a commotion downstairs and someone entered his house.

"Huh... let me rest for a while - I have sealed at least hundreds of Muggle doors and used dozens of forgetfulness spells along the way - that woman is really good at floating, she almost floated to Hertfordshire..." Arnold said breathlessly downstairs, and it sounded like he had finally put the inflated Maggie down.

Cohen poked his head out of the shadows upstairs to peek at what was happening below.

Harry also quietly poked his head out from beside Cohen, wanting to see how the people from the Ministry of Magic planned to deal with him.

"Harry Potter won't run away, will he?" Arnold sprawled on the sofa. "Do I have to catch up with him—and then painstakingly explain to him what Fudge meant by 'protecting Harry Potter at all costs'... Thank Merlin, I must have done something unforgivable to become a memory cancellation agent..."

"Does that mean I'm all right?" Harry whispered to Cohen.

"It means that nothing would have happened to you in the first place," Coin said to Harry. "You are now very useful in shaping the image of the Ministry of Magic and stabilizing public sentiment. So even if you killed the Dursleys, they would say you were acting in self-defense."

"Huh..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have good news for you. You don't have to look for Harry all over the world anymore." Cohen popped his head out from upstairs and said to Arnold in the living room on the first floor.

"We brought Harry home." Edward said, patting Arnold's shoulder.

"Thank God..." Arnold said gratefully, "Now I can go home and rest... Edward, you are such a good brother. Next time I will definitely take you to the Love and Delights--"

Edward quickly covered Arnold's mouth.

"What are you so confused about?" Rose, who had just come out of the bathroom, cast a scrutinizing look at the two of them.

"Let's have a drink!" Edward interrupted. "The Leaky Cauldron has a new drink, something called 'Three Cups of Love'—"

"It's delicious! Even stronger than Dragon Whisky." Arnold explained quickly.
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After repeatedly reminding Harry "never go out alone", Arnold went home, and Rose took Edward into the master bedroom. What happened next had nothing to do with Cohen and Harry.

Although Harry does not need to worry about being dropped out of school, he is now troubled by a more frightening thing: Sirius Black is hunting him down.

However, both Edward and Rose promised that Harry would be absolutely safe in the Norton family, which touched Harry very much.

Cohen didn't care. Firstly, he knew that Sirius's target was only Peter Pettigrew. Secondly, even if someone wanted to attack, they would not be able to cause any trouble for Cohen.

……

However, Cohen didn't expect Sirius to show up at his house at midnight today.

"Click——"

At midnight, Cohen's room was pitch black, and he could only vaguely see the outlines of his surroundings through the moonlight.

A slightly larger dog figure crept into Cohen's house.

All of this was seen clearly by Cohen's floating soul - the dog had messed up his desk and left muddy footprints on several pieces of parchment.

Did Sirius climb through the wrong window? Harry is next door.

But Coin didn't alarm him - he really wanted to see what Sirius was going to do.

He continued to stretch his body in the moonlight, and finally turned from a dog into a human.

Well, Sirius found an old wand on Coin's desk, which Coin had found before at the mayor's house in Castle Combe.

Sirius picked up the wand, swallowed a few times, and carefully raised the wand towards Cohen.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Sirius whispered tentatively.

A puff of silver smoke emanated from the tip of his wand, as thin as the last puff of smoke from a burnt-out chimney.

"Damn..."

Sirius flicked his wand in annoyance at the fact that he was hardly in the mood to summon a Patronus anymore.

"Call the gods to protect you!"

He tried again, but still no effect.

"How about I demonstrate it for you?" Cohen couldn't bear to watch any longer. His soul drifted back to his body and he sat up in bed. "You have a little... too little happiness."

Cohen was telling the truth. After twelve years in prison, the Dementors had almost eaten up his happiness.

Seeing Cohen rise straight up from the bed in a horrified posture, Sirius subconsciously took a few steps back.

There was a familiar smell of Dementors on Cohen. Normal people might not be able to feel it if they were not exposed to it often, but Sirius had been around Dementors for twelve years. Even if the smell was weaker than the smell of fish fingers downstairs, he could still distinguish it.

Sirius didn't know why this evil creature that looked like a child but was actually 100% a Dementor was in Rose and Edward's house and disguised as a child, but Harry was there too - which meant that this evil creature was probably trying to attack Harry.

The fear of Dementors that penetrated his bones made him instinctively want to escape, but his concern for Harry made him do a stupid but touching thing -

"Stay away from my godson!"

Sirius dropped his wand and pounced on Coin like a dog.

(End of this chapter)