Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 60 The great undertaking of raising dragons!

The house-elf Tink quickly covered his eyes, but the next second, he found that he was still alive, and that the terrifying creature in front of him, which exuded a dark and terrifying aura, said something that Tink could understand.

"what?"

Ding Ding let out a shrill cry of surprise.

Are there Dementors eating fried chicken and chips?

"Sir, aren't you here to eat Ding Ding?" Ding Ding looked at Cohen fearfully through the gaps between her fingers.

This monster didn't have a dark cloak, nor did it eat Ding Ding's soul in one gulp...

"Have you ever seen a house-elf-eating monster say 'a whole bunch of fried chicken and chips' as its first words?"

Cohen said with some difficulty:

"When I just walked in, you guys started screaming and ran away."

"I'm sorry, sir, we are so scared - a ghost said that day that a soul-eating Dementor came to the school!" Ding Ding said in a trembling voice, "so everyone is very scared... We are bad elves - bad elves -"

As she spoke, Ding Ding seemed to subconsciously begin to look for something around her that could punish her.

It found a red-hot frying pan—

"Stop!"

Cohen stopped him immediately.

This is the only house-elf left here. If he gets his hands burned or something, my dinner will be ruined.

This order was much more effective than persuasion. Ding Ding immediately stopped hitting his forehead with the frying pan and looked at Cohen with his big eyes that looked like they were about to cry.

"Fix me something to eat, and I'll declare you the best house-elf at Hogwarts."

Cohen promised.

This verbal praise was like a lit fuse, and there was another crackling sound - the group of escaped house-elves appeared one after another.

"Sir! Pu Pu will make you fried chicken!"

"Excuse me sir! Your fries!"

……

"Sir! Kobe has lots of freshly fried chicken legs!"

Why is there a house-elf named Kirby?!

Cohen didn't know how he escaped from the kitchen. In just one minute, there were several piles of food around him like small mountains, and these shaky foods were still being pushed towards Cohen - he was almost drowned by the fried chicken and French fries.

If they weren't house-elves, Cohen might have started to suspect that someone was trying to starve him to death - starving Dementors to death was indeed a valuable research direction, at least no one had tried it yet.

After returning to the common room, Cohen saw Harry, Hermione and Ron discussing something in private.

"Cohen! Why didn't I see you at dinner..." Harry asked curiously when he saw Cohen who had just returned to the common room.

"Hermione also brought you some food—" Ron pointed to a large bag of food on the table. "Also, Hagrid said you brought him the black unicorn outside the house—how many interesting things did you find in the Forbidden Forest? Let's go together next time."

"The Forbidden Forest is dangerous!" Hermione warned Ron in a very unhappy tone. "I don't think we should—"

"It was dangerous to curse Snape too," Ron said, pretending to recall. "That's different. That was to save Harry," Hermione retorted. "Cohen went to the Forbidden Forest because he was accompanied by a professor. Professor Quirrell didn't go to the dinner, right, Cohen?"

Facts aside, Hermione's reasoning made sense.

"Ah, yes."

Cohen agreed to this statement, sat down at the table, and quietly used the system backpack to replace the bag of cold food on the table with freshly baked fried chicken.

"I found that unicorn by the lake. It kept pestering me, so I left it with Hagrid." Cohen ate his late dinner in big mouthfuls. "It has now returned to the unicorn herd."

Maybe he'd even take the unicorn herd to Hagrid's to ask for butterbeer.

Cohen didn't say the second half of the sentence. As long as Hagrid didn't go bankrupt because of buying alcohol - newly hatched dragons also needed to be fed chicken blood brandy every half hour, the bars in Hogsmeade would soon become Hagrid's major purchasing base.

However, as long as Hagrid sells off a little of his "property", these are not a big problem. After all, Hagrid's hut is the largest warehouse for precious animal materials in the entire Hogwarts.

While Cohen was enjoying his meal, the three little ones were discussing Hagrid's dragon raising with Cohen. ("Hagrid will go to jail for this..." Hermione said worriedly.)
"Is it true, Coin, that there's a place to keep dragons?" Harry remembered Coin saying this in Hagrid's hut.

"Of course it's true." Cohen patted his stomach contentedly after finishing his dinner at light speed. "And I've already thought about the food."

Judging from the good nature of the house-elves at Hogwarts, raising ten dragons is not a big problem.

Cohen didn't plan to raise the fire dragon in his secret base - it should be possible to ask the Room of Requirement to create a special dragon breeding farm.

Because Cohen discovered that the Room of Requirement would only maintain the appearance of "Cohen Base" when only himself, the Count or Ali were inside, otherwise it would change into something else.

Cohen tried a number of other fantastical creatures, including puffballs, salamanders, and even a reluctant acromantula.

None of them had the same effect as Earl and Arie.

Cohen judged that this house could only detect human or human-like desires - dragons should not be included, as this species was more like a beast relying on instinct.

So Coin could raise dragons at the Dragon Farm so that Hagrid, Harry and the others could come in and see them - while still keeping his secret base private.

But Cohen didn't intend to expose his base, especially since there were a lot of books related to black magic inside, which was too suspicious.

The only question might be whether Norbert would be obedient - if the dragon could not be tamed, Cohen planned to have Ron write to Charlie, the Weasley family who was studying dragons in Romania.

"But we still have to make plans. If it doesn't behave, we still have to send it away." Cohen said conservatively, "Or..."

Cohen made a snapping gesture.

"Hagrid will be very sad..." Harry guessed.

"Isn't your first reaction rather cruel?" Hermione frowned. "After all..."

"Hey - wait, I have an idea!" Ron's eyes suddenly lit up, "I can write to my brother Charlie! He's studying dragons in Romania, he can definitely help."

Ron's backup plan was very safe, but at Cohen's request, they did not write to Charlie immediately.

A backup plan means that unless something unexpected happens, this plan will never be activated.

Two days of relaxed academic life passed by in a flash, and on Thursday noon, Hagrid sent a text message - there were traces of burns on the corners of the letter.

[It's almost hatched]

(End of this chapter)