Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 68 A short daily routine
"Snape..." Quirrell replied, rubbing his hands. "He said he wanted to help the Dark Lord get the Philosopher's Stone..."

"?"

Cohen pretended not to know and put on a puzzled expression, because he really knew that Snape had no intention of helping Voldemort get the Philosopher's Stone.

"Then you won't cooperate with him?"

"Because... the Dark Lord doesn't trust him..." Quirrell said tangledly, "He used to be the Dark Lord's follower, but now he's here with Dumbledore. Last time we were trying to kill Harry Potter, he was even chanting a counter-curse."

Cohen did it, too.

But Coin didn't say it—and anyway, Quirrell couldn't tell which of the spells that were tangled up on the broom was the disrupting spell and which was the counter-spell.

"Bah, traitor!"

Cohen pretended to be angry and helped to criticize Snape, "A servant serving two masters, a fence-sitter!"

"What does Two-five Boy mean?" asked Quirrell.

"It's a dialect from other places, used to curse the traitor."

Cohen explained:
"Don't worry, I hate traitors the most in my life. I will definitely not betray you."

Quirrell was very confident in Cohen - after all, this school year Cohen first brought the troll into the school to cause damage, and then helped them backstab the unicorn to get its blood.

If a newly enrolled wizard didn't truly yearn for the Dark Lord, how could he dare to do such things?

Not to mention that this guy played with black magic in his office like a pro. He threw Avada Kedavra around like it was free. Quirrell even suspected that this kid had suffered some kind of abuse in his childhood, which caused him to have a strong murderous intent towards everything in the world, so that every Avada Kedavra he threw out could cause a devastating blow.

But in fact, this is only because the "teaching aids" Quirrell arranged for Cohen were all corpses and small animals - if he really brought an innocent living person, Cohen might not be able to use the killing curse.

After all, Cohen felt that he still had some conscience, because the system also admitted that he had regained some conscience, not much, but enough.

After scolding Snape for half an hour with Quirrell and Voldemort, Cohen left happily.

Who made Snape deduct points every time he saw Cohen this school year!
The rest of first grade passed quickly, and Cohen found himself slipping into a lazy routine.

I go to class, eat, sleep, and rarely even go to the Forbidden Forest.

All the spiders in the Forbidden Forest retreated into their burrows, and their numbers were very small. It seemed that these spiders understood that the more they reproduced, the more Cohen would eat, so they stopped reproducing.

Cohen didn't dare go back to see the unicorn herd, because he could smell a strong smell of alcohol as soon as he got close.

Cohen asked Hagrid, and Hagrid said that Ali often came to ask for wine, and he didn't see any other unicorns - but Cohen suspected that the actual situation was that the other unicorns were already drunk, and only Ali, the "nightmare" who was not so "unicorn", would not be paralyzed by alcohol.

Hagrid's construction project in the box was almost completed. Since Hagrid's magic was not very stable, he preferred to use his hands rather than the umbrella that hid his broken wand.

With only one month left before the start of the plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone, Harry and his friends seemed extremely calm during this period because Hermione successfully spread her anxiety to Harry and Ron.

Now they are stuck in a terrible cycle of "the exam is coming soon and I haven't reviewed yet, so I'm anxious" → "but studying is so tiring, I might as well play for a while" → "the exam is coming soon and I haven't reviewed yet, so I'm anxious."

As a result, the two of them were unable to learn and could not enjoy themselves even after playing.

"I take back what I said before. Homework isn't the most evil invention in the world. Exams are."

Coin fled to the Room of Requirement for refuge, to avoid Hermione in the common room passing on his anxiety to him.

"The students are going crazy—there's no way they can finish a year's worth of courses on their own in a month. I guess only Hermione and the Ravenclaws are actually preparing and reviewing every day." "I noticed you're not worried about the exams," the Earl said in a mean tone. "Have you finished your review? Or do you plan to work in Azkaban after being expelled?"

"I noticed the egg you were incubating is missing," Cohen countered, using the same sentence structure. "Did it fail to incubate? Or did you discover that the little owl inside the egg was poop-yellow?"

"You!" the Count gnashed his teeth—even though he had no teeth.

The Earl turned his back in anger and curled up in a ball on the owl's bed. He had been frustrated for a long time because of this matter and felt like a resentful woman who had been abandoned.

The egg was not the Count's - or rather, Hedwig finally chose to live with the little yellow-haired owl because the Count was too enthusiastic.

Cohen turned around and continued playing the Dungeons & Dragons sandbox that Edward had given him.

It was obviously not an ordinary ornamental object. Cohen didn't realize until he took it out of the closet in April that what Edward gave him was a magic version of the game console.

Just point the magic wand at the interface of this display box and you can control the clay figure inside.

You can set the race and occupation of the protagonist yourself, and then embark on an adventure journey of fighting monsters, upgrading and going through the plot with other NPC characters in the sandbox.

Edward must have spent a lot of time on this, considering he didn't have to work. Perhaps he started working on it after Cohen went to school, finished it before Christmas, and gave it to Cohen as a Christmas present.

He is a good man.

A good person should give birth to 108 children.

But it’s a pity that Edward doesn’t seem to have any biological children. Rose and Cohen are somewhat related by blood, but Edward seems to be a pure deer man?

In fact, Cohen can understand how many children Edward and Rose have now - although he doesn't understand why they haven't accidentally had any younger brothers or sisters until now.

A man and a woman have been together for ten years without any progress. Could it be that Edward is not good enough?

Considering his soul strength of ten points, Cohen guessed that he might have suffered some kind of black magic damage - it probably wasn't Cohen himself, as Cohen didn't remember actually eating Edward's soul.

Although this sandbox is enough for Cohen to play for a long time, a single-player game should be completed after playing for hundreds of hours - Cohen finally killed the dragon in the cave in May. He died many times and replayed many times during the process. The hardships along the way were exchanged for the treasure in the cave.

Cohen planned to freeze the progress here to prove that he had passed the level.

It was already late at night, raindrops were hitting the window outside, and a soaked chicken broke through the window and came in.

"Did God lose control of his bladder?!"

The Count was hostile to God as soon as he entered.

"It suddenly started raining so hard—I almost fell into the lake!"

"Don't make the rain sound so disgusting..." Cohen noticed the letter the Count was holding, which was wet from the rain. "Is there a letter?"

"Quirrel gave it to you."

After throwing the wet letter to Cohen, the count rolled up his "feather pants" and ran to the stove like a free-range chicken, ready to dry his feathers.

Cohen opened the envelope. The words inside were blurred by the rain, but the contents of the letter could still be seen.

【See you at the entrance tomorrow night at 11 o'clock】

(End of this chapter)