Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 6: Wow, Dementors Can Talk
The shopping trip only lasted the whole morning. After buying everything and Edward hurriedly sending Cohen home, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

There was less than an hour left before Edward's game time. An anxious Edward used magic to prepare lunch for Coin and rushed out of the house. Now Coin was the only one left in number five, Privet Drive.

Like a scientist who couldn't wait to conduct an evil experiment, Cohen rubbed his hands after dinner and returned to his bedroom. On the table was the owl with an extremely strange soul strength.

"Animagus? Blood-cursed orc? Or something else?"

Cohen pulled out his chair and sat down, so that his eyes were level with the owl "Count" in the birdcage.

"That should be 'something else'."

A slightly humorous male voice emerged as the Earl's barbed beak opened and closed.

???

"Oh my god, you can talk???"

Cohen's eyes widened.

Animagus cannot speak in animal form, and blood-cursed orcs cannot speak human language after transforming into beasts, because the physiological structure of other animals cannot imitate human vocalizations - except for parrots.

"Boy, can Dementors talk?"

The Earl tilted his head and spoke, his tone not sounding frightened at all, as if he were performing an English crosstalk with Cohen.

"You have a human dad, so your mom is a Dementor?"

The Count continued without restraint.

"This is the first time I've seen this in all my years—coo, coo, coo—even for a bird, this is a bit too damn weird."

"..."

Cohen's gaze changed from surprise, to calmness, and finally to indifference.

"Why aren't they talking? Is it because you've never seen a talking bird?"

The Count turned his head, which was originally tilted 90 degrees clockwise, and then turned it 90 degrees counterclockwise. This behavior would look very cute on an ordinary owl.

"That's not right. A Dementor can talk. Isn't it really confusing that a bird can talk? Or do you not know that you are a Dementor?"

“…” Cohen’s face turned pale.

"Oh no! I'm not going to scare you silly, am I? Does your father know how to break the spell of the 'Owl Purchase Contract'?"

"You know, a bird can't use a wand, but seeing as your father can even deal with Dementors*, I believe he shouldn't have any problem breaking a contract."

“…” Cohen’s forehead became darker and darker.

"Of course, in exchange for your freedom, I can steal Galleons from other wizarding families for you. I'm very familiar with this job."

"Every wizard thinks owls are messengers, and never considers what a bird might take away from their home—how about thirty Galleons? Thirty Galleons will buy me a free bird life for the rest of my life—"

"Wait a minute, I need to calm down."

Cohen stood up from his chair with a stiff expression, walked out of the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

I don’t know if it’s too late to return the bird now. This isn’t just a fake, it’s a weird thing.

What kind of owl would say "f**k" every few seconds and tell dirty jokes?
Even Cohen feels sick after eating this kind of soul!

However, what the owl said about "stealing Galleons from other wizards' homes" seems quite tempting... But the owl has already seen through Cohen's identity as a Dementor, so will it spread it around?

After all, he had been wandering around Diagon Alley for so long, and no one had shouted things like "The Dementors are coming, everyone run!" or "The Dementors are coming, everyone draw out your wands, cast Expecto Patronus on them, and remember to recall the best memories of your life, and then use the materialized Patronus to blow the monster away."

Of course, ordinary wizards are unlikely to know advanced magic like the Patronus Charm.

According to Dumbledore's character, he most likely just acknowledged that Cohen, the half-Dementor, was alive. The fearful Ministry of Magic probably knew nothing about it, otherwise he would not be able to wander around the Muggle streets alive and well.

It is very important to keep your identity secret in the early stages, at least before you have a soul strength that exceeds that of most wizards, you cannot let too many people who shouldn't know about it.

This owl, which can talk and already knows Cohen's identity, is obviously a restless factor.

But having a talking owl is pretty cool!
Cohen was very conflicted and decided to give the owl a chance to live.

"Snapped--"

Cohen returned to the room and sat back in his chair.

"Cuckoo-"

"I figured it out. First of all, let me clarify, my mother is not a Dementor, and my father is not Sad Wind—"

"Who is Beifeng?" The owl "Count" expressed his confusion with his huge eyeballs.

"A little owl can't know so many inappropriate things." Cohen refused to explain these things for his owl. "Continuing the previous topic, my parents are normal because I was adopted - and -"

Cohen particularly emphasized the “and.”

"Dumbledore, you know that, right?"

"I know. The last time I went to Hogwarts to deliver a letter to the young wizard, he was in the tower, lost in thought at a picture of a young man. Do you want to know the man's name? Three Galleons—"

"Grindelwald, next question—no, don't change the subject!" Cohen warned.

"You asked me first!" retorted the Count angrily. "You are such an unreasonable little—"

After Cohen licked his lips deliberately, the Earl stopped complaining as if he had choked on an owl nut.

"Go on," said the Count dryly.

"Dumbledore specifically placed me in this family to be raised, understand?" Cohen asked.

"Hmm?" The Count pecked his wings. "The way you ask me this is like you're going to pluck my feathers one by one and ask me 'Do you agree?', 'Do you agree?'"

"Do you agree?" Cohen asked seriously. "I'm a democrat. If you don't agree, I'll eat your soul."

"You didn't ask me to agree to anything!" The Count bit off one of his feathers in anger. "Or - I guess you don't know - an owl has no right to disagree!"

"It was you wizards who came up with the 'Owl Purchase Contract'! I swear, when I have eaten all the field mice in the world, I will start eating wizards and all of you bad guys who exploit small animals—"

"Wait, you mean... you have to obey my orders, right?" Cohen almost understood the secret hidden in the count's complaint.

"Do you think every owl will be bribed for life by your owl food, which is as big as its own cerebellum?" the earl said venomously.

"Let me verify it. I'm quite insecure." Cohen raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be constantly worried about an owl attacking you - after all, I'll have a wand hidden on me, and every time a wizard buys me, I'll yell Avada Kedavra at him - and the next thing you know, I'm a fucking owl, owl?! I don't even have hands to hold a wand!"

(End of this chapter)