Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Chapter 73 Dumbledore, please don't do this. I'm scared.

"Cohen?"

Dumbledore called softly.

Perhaps Coin's soul also has the characteristics of a Dementor? He shouldn't be able to die...

Dumbledore tried to see the surge of Coin's magic in the air around him.

But there was nothing around. All that could be seen was the liquid curse in Cohen's body and the magic stone in his hand that was as dazzling as the sun.

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So Cohen just watched.

Although Dumbledore's trembling expression now made Cohen feel a little guilty, as if he had played a vicious joke on his elders about his own death.

But for the sake of the Philosopher's Stone, Cohen temporarily killed his conscience.

Half of the Philosopher's Stone has already melted into Cohen's palm. For Cohen, it is not just about the completeness of his soul. It may also have other expansion functions. Cohen has no reason to give up this thing.

Dumbledore placed his wand against Cohen's heart and muttered some spell. Several different spells enveloped Cohen, but they were all useless.

The horrible and unchangeable consequence made Dumbledore seem to have aged ten years in an instant.

A child had died here, and he hadn't stopped the killing curse—because he thought he knew everything about Coin, that as a half-Dementor he couldn't be killed.

He thought he had seen hundreds of killing curses that were useless against Coin, so it was natural that the curse would not work on Coin now.

He could have stopped it—easily, just by randomly transfiguring a nearby stone, or letting Fox regenerate once...

Dumbledore felt he should say sorry to Coin, but he just silently used magic to lift the two children off the ground.

An apology cannot save a young life. If it could, Ariana would have come back long ago amidst countless days and nights of apologies.

Dumbledore knew this well.

Getting too old always makes people feel that everything is familiar. It is always like this. When a person is about to forget a certain feeling, fate always throws a stone into it again, causing ripples.

He had more important responsibilities to shoulder. How should he explain this to Cohen's parents? Summer vacation would be in two weeks, and Edward and Rose were preparing to take Cohen on a trip. They were full of anticipation and were ready to travel with their child, but they received the news that their child had suddenly died at school.

With just a little empathy, you can understand the suffocating feeling that comes from "love".

Cohen kept a close eye on the progress of the Philosopher's Stone merging into his body while following Dumbledore, so that he wouldn't lose track of it when he needed to get back into his body later.

Dumbledore took both Coin and Harry to the hospital wing.

But Cohen was placed in a separate ward - a body in a public ward would have frightened other students.

Madam Pomfrey from the school hospital rushed out after hearing the noise and found that it was the headmaster with two motionless students.

"Poppy, please take care of Harry - he is a little weak. He didn't sleep last night and has experienced a lot today..." Dumbledore instructed Madam Pomfrey.

"Albus."

Professor McGonagall hurried into the hospital, still in her nightgown, followed by Ron and Hermione - because Coin had sucked away the magical souls of the giant chess pieces, they did not play that game of chess, and Ron did not "sacrifice" either.

After Harry drank the potion that allowed him to travel through the black flames, they went out to find Professor McGonagall.

"How is Harry?"

Professor McGonagall's face was filled with worry as she watched Dumbledore place Harry on the bed. "Harry is just tired, nothing serious is wrong," Dumbledore said wearily. "Poppy will take care of him... Minerva, come with me, there's something important..."

Ron and Hermione rushed to Harry's bedside after the professors had gone deeper into the infirmary.

"It's just that he hasn't had enough rest - I'll take care of him, you have to go to bed!" Madam Pomfrey sternly drove Ron and Hermione away, "It's already past midnight! You are children too, you need enough sleep! If you don't want to lie in bed like him!"

She never asked about the cause of students' injuries, as this would cause them to be too afraid to seek medical treatment, causing serious magical illnesses that could have been cured to become incurable diseases.

Coin's spirit glanced back as it caught up with Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Ron and Hermione would definitely not sleep - tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

Sure enough, the next second after the two men went out, Cohen saw two souls wearing invisible cloaks coming back.

Cohen followed Dumbledore and McGonagall into the solitary ward—his own body was lying there coldly, which looked very strange from the perspective of the soul.

"Cohen, this is..."

Professor McGonagall didn't understand why Dumbledore had placed him here at first, but when she saw Cohen's pale face, which had lost all its color, her voice choked.

"Cohen is dead," Dumbledore said calmly to McGonagall. "He was forced by Quirrell to take the Philosopher's Stone from Harry, but he never really helped Quirrell. He refused to hand over the Philosopher's Stone to Quirrell, and was hit by Quirrell's Killing Curse."

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth speechlessly -

"I could have saved him." Dumbledore's tone was full of regret. "Many times, many chances."

"It's not your fault, Albus..."

Professor McGonagall didn't dare to get close to Cohen's body. She covered her heart. She always liked every student, even if some of them were naughty and mischievous.

Suddenly, she thought of the scene she had seen before - Cohen should not have been killed by the killing curse -

"Experience is not an excuse to take risks. We all need to understand that."

Dumbledore sighed.

"We must write to Edward and Rose—I'll do it. The fault is all mine..."

After Professor McGonagall left here sadly, Dumbledore approached Cohen's body——

"Don't do this, I'm scared..." Cohen watched in horror as a centenarian approached his corpse.

But Dumbledore didn't do anything outrageous, he just opened Cohen's tightly clenched right hand.

The Philosopher's Stone shouldn't be left here; Voldemort might come back.

But when Dumbledore saw what was in Cohen's palm, he was stunned.

The bright red stone almost sank into Cohen's hand - as if it had melted in Cohen's blood.

Now only a small corner of the Philosopher's Stone was exposed, and it was still drilling into Cohen's flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Many possibilities instantly appeared in Dumbledore's mind.

Cohen is a creation of alchemy, as is the Philosopher's Stone.

[Below is like above, and above is like below; thus the miracle of Taiyi is accomplished.]

(End of this chapter)