Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 56 "Pure Unicorn is Your Lie"

Harry, Ron and Hermione's novelty about the dragon eggs was fleeting, and they soon remembered the purpose of their visit.

"Hagrid."

Harry called to Hagrid, who was adding more wood.

"Thump, thump, thump... um?" Hagrid was humming an out-of-tune lullaby to the dragon egg. When Harry suddenly called his name, he thought Harry was going to ask something about the dragon egg.

"We think Snape is plotting to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"I told you, you don't have to worry about this at all. Snape would never try to steal - wait..." Hagrid suddenly realized something, "How did you know about the Philosopher's Stone?!"

"Yes--"

"That's what Cohen said." Cohen disappointedly blew himself up prematurely. "I've lost count. There are no secrets here—each of you is a suicide infantryman."

"What are suicide infantry?" Ron asked curiously.

"We wonder if you can tell us...besides Fluffy, what other mechanisms are there to protect the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"Of course I can't tell you." Hagrid frowned. "First, I don't know myself. Second, you know too much, so even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. The stone is safe here..."

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to tell us, but you must know - nothing that goes on here can escape your eyes." Hermione said in a sweet, flattering tone.

The lethality of the little girl's behavior was undoubtedly astonishing - Cohen saw that Hagrid's mouth under his beard was curling up into an uncontrollable smile.

"Actually, we just want to know who designed those mechanisms." Hermione continued. "We want to know, besides you, who else does Dumbledore trust to help him."

Hagrid was completely unable to resist Hermione's coquettishness.

"Well... it's okay to tell you - let me think - he borrowed Fluffy from me, and then asked several other teachers to do some magic... Professor Sprout, Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall..."

Hagrid counted on his fingers.

"Professor Quirrell - of course, Dumbledore himself also cast magic, oh wait, there's another person, yes - Professor Snape was also involved in the protection plan."

terror!
Cohen realized that Hermione was just an eleven-year-old girl, and she could play with men's hearts at such a young age - women are really scary.

Fortunately, I don't need to rely on these intrigues. Dementors don't need these social methods.

The Imperius Curse, Avada Kedavra, or the Dementor's Kiss, each can be used to bend a person into submission—or something even more brutal can be used, like smearing one's own liquid cursed blood on the other person's face or summoning Arie for a Mother's Charge.

Fortunately, the Count is not here, otherwise he would probably complain about Cohen being...

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a sound of something hard colliding outside the cabin window, and a brown screech owl was standing on the windowsill.

"It's your talking owl, Coin," Hagrid reminded him, but he remembered that Coin's owl could talk - and was a chatterbox. "I don't think it would tell anyone about the dragon eggs."

"It can still strike a balance between keeping a secret and losing its feathers and cloaca." Cohen assured firmly, and opened the window slightly -

"Be careful!" The moment the cold air rushed in, Hagrid quickly stood in front of the fire, fearing that the cold wind outside would catch the dragon egg cold.

"Be gentle! You're going to break my feathers!"

The Earl struggled after being dragged into the house by Cohen.

"Don't you know how to take care of your pet? I run around for you every day - it's very hard!"

"You spend 99% of your time sleeping and chasing Hedwig - but until now no owl eggs have appeared." Cohen ruthlessly exposed the Earl's lies, "and the owl food I bought for you is one Galleon a bag. Don't forget your worth, ten Sickles of a small-time owl." "One Galleon a bag..." Ron groaned in despair, as if he was about to faint.

Cohen pulled a rolled-up piece of paper from under the Count's paw.

It was written in Quirrell's handwriting.

【Come to the office】

It seems that Quirrell wants to move forward with the plan - in order to get the Philosopher's Stone in a natural way, Cohen really needs to follow Quirrell. After all, under Dumbledore's observation, Cohen is "a kind student who is threatened by Quirrell with an unknown evil curse."

After saying goodbye to Hagrid, Harry and others, Cohen left first.

When Cohen pushed the door and walked into Quirrell's office, he saw Quirrell pacing back and forth in the office, muttering to himself.

"Ah—Ko, KOEN…" Quirrell greeted, not yet adjusting his way of speaking.

"We can talk normally now." Cohen threw a room-sealing spell at the office door. "Did you find it through the three-headed dog?"

"Found it." But Quirrell's face didn't look good. "The Dark Lord is very anxious... He wants me to act quickly. The power I restored with the unicorn blood last time is about to dissipate - but Dumbledore has been in school all the time... I dare not..."

"Fool..." Voldemort's voice roared from the back of Quirrell's head, "You are so afraid of that old man!"

But the one who fears Dumbledore the most is you, Mr. Voldemort.

Cohen couldn't comment on Voldemort's behavior - perhaps he wanted the Philosopher's Stone too much and couldn't wait to get a new body.

"Perhaps...perhaps I can get you some more unicorn blood...those centaurs...let's wait a little longer..." Quirrell begged, and with Voldemort behind his head, the action looked like he was talking to himself.

"You want unicorn blood?" Cohen asked suddenly.

Nightmares can infiltrate the unicorn community because unicorns cannot distinguish between curses. Curses flow in their own blood, and nightmares are just the same kind of creatures with different colors in their eyes.

This passage is from the book "The Origin of Evil" that Cohen had read before.

From this perspective, it doesn't seem difficult to get the blood of a normal unicorn by myself - at worst, I can ask Ali for help.

"Why, Cohen, do you have any other ideas?"

Quirrell asked anxiously, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. This evil black magic experiment subject always gave people many "surprises", although these "surprises" often turned into fright.

"I'm also familiar with the unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. I'm the purest. I can help you get unicorn blood." Cohen promised, "Pure guaranteed."

"Great!"

Quirrell didn't even doubt that Coin had a solution - never mind, a child the Dark Lord trusted couldn't be any better, especially one who could throw Unforgivable Curses like fireworks.

"Unicorns have powerful magic... I'm glad you can do this... child..." Voldemort's attitude towards Coin was obviously much better than that towards Quirrell.

"Then you are happy too early."

Cohen had no intention of letting Voldemort get away with it for free—his job had its requirements.

"This is a deal. I help you, and you have to give me something in return."

"Very reasonable..." Voldemort was very satisfied with Coin's character. "Only wise people can see through the essence of human nature... There are only interests between people..."

(End of this chapter)