Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 2 Brother, you smell so good
Of course, Cohen was not stupid enough to tell his adoptive father directly that he was not human, especially when his parents did not have any suspicion about Cohen.

Do you know how rare it is for the protagonist to have a pair of living parents? Adoptive parents are also parents!

Edward also successfully made Cohen "understand" what the magical world is like by explaining whatever came to his mind.

And Dumbledore's advice to the couple was not to reveal their wizard identities in front of Harry Potter.

"You know, you haven't had any magical riots in all these years, so your mother and I thought you were just an ordinary child." Edward sighed, "I didn't even dare to pull out my wand at home, for fear that you would..."

"So that's why you've been relying on your mom to work to support yourself?"

Cohen asked his first question seriously.

Edward, who was waiting to answer his son's questions about the wizarding world and trying to rebuild his image as a father, was suddenly stunned.

"Well... you know, the wizarding world has very strict rules. It's best not to use too much magic in the Muggle world - especially if seen by Muggles - I mean - wait, aren't you curious about magic at all? Like, let me show you how to conjure a bouquet of flowers or make a pear tap dance?"

Edward hurriedly pulled out his wand from his pocket, and the whole living room was suddenly in chaos with the fruits running away and the golden birds flying everywhere. His standard wand-waving gestures and silent spell-casting skills proved that Edward was not a third-rate wizard.

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Is it true that the average soul level of a wizard is only around ten points?

It seemed to Edward that his magic had stunned Cohen.

"How about it, do you want to learn these magics?" Edward touched Cohen's hair, trying to ruffle Cohen's smooth hair.

"You'll learn about this in school, right?" Cohen couldn't pretend to be interested. Compared to these fancy decorative magic, he hoped to learn something more practical. "You know, I prefer reading. Maybe you can just give me the textbook and I can learn it myself."

Although the possibility of their parents being Muggles was completely ruled out, it did not mean that Edward and Rose could spend the next seven years safely.

The Happy Childhood Plan ended ahead of schedule, and now began the "first three-year plan to completely kill Voldemort and his remnants."

To this end, Cohen had to quickly obtain more goodwill and sin points during the first three years of relative peace to improve his magic level and soul integrity. After all, if Cohen did not interfere, Voldemort would be resurrected in the fourth year.

Of course, Cohen would definitely not let the plot develop like this. If that really happened, Harry and the others as the protagonists would definitely be fine, but it would be hard to say what would happen to him and his parents as three passers-by who should not exist at all.

I hope that Voldemort, whose soul is as shattered as paper in a shredder, can kill Cohen, whose soul is 100% intact, in one bite.

There is also the collection of Horcruxes. After all, Voldemort's soul fragments are also an extremely unstable factor, and Cohen can eat this thing as a dessert without any mental burden.

"Of course we have textbooks. Your mother and I have old textbooks left at home—" Edward breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Cohen said. Cohen really liked reading, and it was the right choice for him to want to learn about magic from books. It was indeed unsafe for the little wizard to practice magic right away.

After all, no young wizard's first encounter with magic would be as bland as hearing that beef would be replaced with lamb for dinner.

"What are you looking at? Of course we won't let you use your old textbooks..."

After noticing that Cohen's demeanor was gradually moving closer to Rose, Edward hurriedly explained.

Since the popularization of magical knowledge had ended, and Cohen was extremely calm and had no questions that needed to be answered, Edward handed the letter to Cohen.

"Keep the letter. I'll take you to Diagon Alley tomorrow to buy a wand and school supplies. Maybe you should also find some friends to come to your birthday party tonight?" Edward stood up with satisfaction and put the wand back into his pocket. "Dad has to go prepare the ingredients and birthday cake."

"By the way, don't mention anything about magic to your friends, especially Harry next door."
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The good news is that Harry and "Cohen" knew each other before Cohen traveled through time.

The bad news is that in the more than one month since Cohen traveled through time, Harry had never been released by the Dursleys, so Cohen had no way of seeing the level of the Voldemort fragment in Harry.

"I have to wonder if this is the only chance I'll get to see a fragment of Voldemort all July."

Cohen stood at the door of number four, Privet Drive, thinking about how to invite Harry out from the Dursleys' house in the name of a birthday party - he would probably have to bring Dudley along, otherwise the Dursleys would think that "the Cohens are also a weird family."

Even when they were facing the Dursleys as a Muggle family, these two pure Muggles were not neighbors that people would want to interact with, especially Petunia, who would often peek over the fence at Edward mowing the lawn and spread some dark and heavy rumors in the community - although the strange mouse-shaped lawn mowed by Edward was indeed a bit unsociable.

Cohen believed that this was the bad impression Lily left on Petunia after she turned the teacups at home into mice.

"Hello Mr. Dursley, I'm Cohen from the Norton family!"

After the door opened, Cohen pretended to be polite and bowed to Vernon Dursley who opened the door, and then watched with his own eyes as Dursley's liver-colored face turned from red to white and then from white to red.

It was obvious that the Dursleys' discussion with the Nortons had already progressed to the confirmation of their wizarding identities - perhaps even a unilateral confirmation. The Dursleys were terrified of "magic and wizards", as if any contact with magic would destroy their family.

But Cohen's mother, Rose, is the business editor of the Times, and Dursley obviously dared not neglect the family openly - otherwise his drilling company might receive some bad reviews.

"Hmm--Hmm?" Dursley's extremely complicated thoughts finally turned into a strange and meaningless cry.

"Today is my birthday. I want to invite some friends here to come to my house. My father has prepared a sumptuous dinner." Cohen took it as Mr. Dursley's consent and continued.

"Dali can go. I heard you're going to Smeltings College too. As future classmates, we really need to strengthen our relationship—" Mr. Dursley breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it was a birthday party invitation and agreed immediately. But suddenly, his mind, which was not very active at home, thought of something, "Wait, you said 'several friends' here?"

Harry couldn't really be considered a Dursley child.

"I remember there's a kid named Harry here. Why don't you let him come to the party?" Cohen asked.

"We don't have any kid called Harry here!" said Mr. Dursley angrily. "He's moved away!"

"But I've seen him. He wouldn't be abusive, would he? My mother loves children very much. If--" Cohen made his "threat" seriously.

"Alright... but I have to warn you, he's clumsy and can easily get into trouble, and he's dangerous. If you still don't... well, after knowing this," Mr. Dursley muttered, but seeing that Cohen showed no sign of regret, he could only shout towards the stairwell behind him:
"Harry! Go to the birthday party! Damn it, hurry up!"

There was a stumbling sound, and a thin, bespectacled little boy ran out of the broom closet at the bottom of the stairs.

"Cohen?!" Harry said happily.

This was obviously something Mr. Dursley didn't want to see. Harry's happiness would make him unhappy.

"You follow him first. Dudley will be there at dinner time." Mr. Dursley said to Harry unhappily, "Don't cause trouble."

The tone of his last sentence was as if he expected Harry to cause trouble, as if he was certain that Cohen had made a mistake in inviting Harry to the dinner.

"I promise I won't cause any trouble." This is what Harry said to Cohen after leaving the Dursleys' house.

But Cohen's mind was clearly not on Harry's assurances.

[Soul Strength: 7 (Sacrifice Protection)]

[Soul Strength: 40]

Harry has two completely different labels.

It goes without saying that the soul marked "sacrifice for protection" is Harry's own soul. It is an ancient spell that Lily cast with her life.

And that thing with a full 40 points of soul strength is Voldemort's soul fragment.

What a tough nut to crack!

But even if it couldn't be absorbed, this powerful soul fragment still exuded a sweet scent, and in the eyes of the Dementors it was simply a delicacy.

"Ko...Koen...why are you looking at me like that..."

Harry swallowed and took an involuntary step back.

"Brother, you smell so good - no, I was just daydreaming, thinking about what to eat tonight." Cohen was only attracted by the tempting Voldemort fragment for a short while, and immediately put away his desire and behaved normally.

It's very annoying. Forty points, at least I have to buy twenty-nine soul fragments in the Sin Shop, which means twenty-nine thousand Sin Points.

It's like robbing 29,000 children of their lollipops!

There is still a long way to go, and I hope the teachers and students at Hogwarts are ready.

"Cohen, thank you for rescuing me. I've been locked up at home by the Dursleys for a month..."

At Cohen's house, Harry ate the apple pie made by Edward, which was obviously too sweet, and thanked Cohen repeatedly.

"Thank my dad. If he had scheduled my birthday in October, you would have been locked up until the end of the holidays."

Harry's mood visibly darkened at the mention of the end of vacation.

Cohen was the only one who was willing to talk to Harry without caring about the title of "freak", but after this vacation, Cohen would go to the same school as Dali - Smelting School, while Harry would go to another public school, Stonewall School. Dali made fun of Harry for a long time because of this.

"Cheer up, it's not like we won't be able to see each other anymore." Cohen, who knew what would happen in the future, waved his hand nonchalantly. "Pay attention, there's dinner tonight. Don't overeat on apple pie."

(End of this chapter)