Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 23 Homework is an evil invention
As we all know, if something looks like a Dementor, has the abilities of a Dementor, and thinks it is a Dementor, then it is a Dementor...

Cohen bought this necklace, which looked useless but actually had little use.

It's not about strength, it's just cool.

And Cohen couldn't wait to rush to the Room of Requirement with a backpack full of homework to try it out - although Cohen was in a playful mood now, if he didn't do his homework, he would at least get two detentions in Transfiguration and Herbology tomorrow.

"Good boy!"

The earl, who was originally taking a nap, was frightened by the sudden appearance of the black cloaked creature that almost filled the entire room. He started to scream and began to bang his head frantically against the closed window, trying to escape.

"it's me……"

Cohen canceled the transformation. It seems that this primary Dementor disguiser is very effective.

"Scaring a bird gives you a damn good feeling, doesn't it?!"

When the Count saw the huge Dementor suddenly shrink into the appearance of a child who deserved a beating, he said to Cohen angrily:
"My patience has a limit!"

"..."

Coin turned back into a Dementor.

Even though the count already knew that it was Cohen and had just been frightened once, he was still frightened a second time by Cohen's sudden and silent transformation.

As the Count subconsciously jumped back and almost fell under the table, Cohen changed back.

"you**--"

The Count longed to catch Cohen on the nose.

"Hey." Cohen said cutely.

"What the hell does 'hey hey' mean!"

The Count decided to give up this warm room and return to the Owlery - at least there wouldn't be a Dementor suddenly appearing in the Owlery.

[Ding! Sin value +1]

[Note: You don't do anything about personnel matters, do you?]
Cohen enthusiastically helped the Earl open the window, watched the Earl fly to the Owl Shed, then sat comfortably by the fireplace and spread all his homework on the table where the Earl had just been sitting.

Originally, Cohen was going to write it in the lounge - but after discovering Cohen's talent for pranks, George insisted on taking Cohen with him to steal from Filch.

According to George, there were a lot of good things among Filch's contraband. The Hogwarts Marauder's Map that he and Fred had been using was taken from the "confiscated materials, highly dangerous" drawer.

Cohen really would have liked to go—if tomorrow wasn't Monday.

"Okay, let's start with the Transfiguration homework!"

Cohen eagerly dipped his quill into the ink and wrote a title on the unfolded parchment.

The Effect of Magic Input on Transformation Results

……

……

"Should I write to Rose? She seems to have asked me to write once a week..."

The idea struck Cohen after he wrote the first letter of the paper, M.

I feel that compared to homework...family is more important.

"Dear Rose... and Edward... if you were here too..."

Cohen dragged another piece of parchment over and wrote, biting the tip of the feather.

"I had a great time at Hogwarts... the teachers and classmates were very friendly... I even made a lot of animal friends... but they all ignored me..."

……

Ten minutes later, Cohen had filled a ten-inch "Letter Home" with eloquent writing.

After folding the letter and stuffing it into the prepared envelope, Cohen's gaze lingered for a moment on the paper that did not have a single complete word.

"Forget it, let's mail the letter first."

Cohen decided to come back and write more - if he had known better, he would have angered the Earl and left, otherwise he would have had to run halfway across the castle to the Owlery in the west tower.

After spending half an hour successfully delivering the letter to the owl shed and more than ten minutes coaxing the earl into submission, Cohen watched the earl fly away with relief in the cold wind on the top of the castle.

It seemed like all the excuses for delay had been used up... Cohen trudged down the stairs and headed towards the main castle.

"Yes, Mr. Norton..."

As Cohen passed the third floor, Quirrell's stuttering voice came from behind Cohen.

"Almost forgot!"

Cohen suddenly remembered that he had a one-on-one black magic tutorial this afternoon:
"Thank God!"

Then, the bewildered Quirrell was pushed into the office by Cohen, who was eager to attend class.

Then Quirrell watched Cohen busying himself cleaning Quirrell's own desk with Quirrell's own tools, and also pressed his "teacher" into the seat.

Quirrell had the feeling that it was Cohen who was teaching him, not him.

"Come on, let's get straight to class!"

Cohen asked expectantly:

"What should I learn first? The Imperius Curse? The Cruciatus Curse? Forget about the Killing Curse—I already know it..."

"..."

Quirrell was adjusting his way of speaking; there was no need to continue stuttering in front of Cohen.

According to the Dark Lord, it is appropriate to get closer to this child - Coin is a Death Eater development candidate that the Dark Lord favors.

He craves power, has an evil heart, and has a soul that is a mixture of various dark magic creatures.

"I remember you wanted to learn the Spiritual Charm at first? Is that correct?"

Quirrell stared at Coin's expression cautiously. The Dark Lord's order was simple: teach him what he could and do everything possible to coax Coin to his side.

Then he took Cohen to kill - and made Cohen completely lost in the dark arts.

After all, a "delayed death curse" alone wouldn't fool the kid for long. In fact, what Quirrell cast on Cohen last time was just a tracking curse.

"Oh..." Cohen's disappointment was visibly revealed. "Alright, do you have a corpse here? It seems difficult to practice without a corpse. How about we go--"

"I have it here, I have it here!"

Quirrell replied quickly.

"Where's the guy with no nose on the back of your head?" Cohen asked, leaning towards the back of Quirrell's head. "I thought he would come to teach me."

"The current spells are not too profound, I can teach you..." Quirrell did not reveal the fact that Voldemort was very weak now, and he had to work hard to create the illusion that Voldemort was very powerful and would not show up easily.

Unfortunately, Cohen actually knew everything.

Necromancy is the black magic of resurrecting the dead—not literally, but magically moving the dead to serve the caster.

This kind of magic is almost impossible for a young wizard to cast successfully.

But Cohen seemed to have an extremely terrifying talent in black magic - this was in stark contrast to the fact that Cohen repeatedly ran into obstacles when trying to cast the advanced spells in the "Encyclopedia of Positive Magic".

"Am I really a born bad guy?"

Cohen raised his eyebrows as he looked at the unknown Muggle corpse that was slowly crawling up under his control.

"A very successful magic, Mr. Norton—"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Cohen cast a killing curse at the newly reanimated corpse.

A green light flashed, and Quirrell's expression as he watched became exactly the same as that of the staring corpse.

Since the resurrected corpse was just a dead object, the killing curse exploded directly on it, and the corpse turned into powder in an instant.

"It's a pity that it's too weak. I can't have useless people under my command." Cohen frowned.

The strength of the Inferi is somewhat different from what he imagined. A dark magic creation that gives the Ministry of Magic a headache must have some special abilities, right?

As a result, the only difference between the Inferi and ordinary people is that they are a little stronger - they are even afraid of light and fire.

There's No Room for Waste in Cohen's Garden

(End of this chapter)