Who let this Dementor into Hogwarts!

Now that the bosses in Chapter 95 have been killed, there shouldn’t be any “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets”…right?

"Aren't you going to tell Rose the truth?" Cohen asked. "She thinks you're an accomplice in her child's capture?"

"I thought she would kill me..." Herbert said with a dead look on his face, "but after she found out the source of the experiment... she took you away and did nothing."

"Some things are more terrifying than death." Cohen nodded. "But she probably thought you provided the spell and ripped open your own soul to make up for it—so she was spared the death penalty."

"After knowing all this... don't you hate me?" Herbert asked uncertainly, "To live with your soul riddled with wounds... this..."

"Just stay alive," Cohen said nonchalantly. "Like I said, I've already devoured all those culprits. Rose and Edward willingly tore their souls apart to save their son. Whether you continue to live with remorse or with relief is up to you. I'm still alive, and I'll stay with them. This way, everyone wins, and the overall outcome is good."

"Really?" asked Herbert gloomily.

"How can a grown man act like such a sissy? Thank you for your birthday present," Cohen said goodbye. "Anyway, I don't blame you. Rose and Edward should have gotten over it. If you ever figure it out, I'll help you tell them the truth. See you at Christmas!"

"Oh, well... well..." Herbert awkwardly stood up to see him off.

However, before leaving, Cohen stopped and turned back and said:

"What do you want for Christmas?"

"Huh?" asked Herbert, puzzled.

"I say, what gift do you want for Christmas? I'll let the count send it to you this Christmas," Cohen repeated.

"Wool socks?"

"Are you possessed by Dumbledore?" Cohen asked curiously. "But fortunately, socks are not expensive."
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After figuring out what had happened to him, Cohen left Burke Manor and got back on the Knight Bus.

"You're back so soon?" Tucker, confused, remembered the kid named Draco. "Aren't you going to jail?"

"I'm going to visit a relative in jail, not me going to jail, thank you."

Cohen corrected unhappily, then tossed two gold Galleons to Tucker.

"To 5 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey."

It was another bumpy ride—Cohen swore he would never ride in this car again. After preparing some medical supplies to deal with the clone, Cohen immediately began to practice Apparition.

In the evening, Cohen dragged the box back to the door of his house.

"Boom boom boom——"

Cohen didn't have his keys.

"Rose? Why are you back so early?"

Edward's voice came from behind the door.

But when he opened the door, he saw no one.

"Look down, it's me." Cohen dragged his suitcase into the living room and lay down on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

"Didn't you go on a trip?!" Edward asked with wide eyes, "How did you get back? It's only the second day—"

"I was cheated on," Cohen lied wearily. "Travel wasn't fun, so I asked to go home."

"Did you walk back by yourself?" Edward asked as he sat next to Cohen.

"I came back on the Knight Bus—I just stretched out my wand and it appeared," Cohen said, closing his eyes. "Oh, yes, do you want some chocolate? It was a gift in the taxi. I don't like it very much. It's too bitter."

Cohen took out two chocolates from his pocket and accidentally dropped the wooden figurine that Herbert had given him.

Edward froze for a second—then he understood what had happened.

"Oh - it's okay. It's normal to have successes and failures in a relationship - besides, she has carved a small statue for you, which means she must have had you in her heart at least..." Edward hugged Cohen and comforted him.

But Cohen nimbly slipped out from under Edward's elbow.

The conversation was about to get off track—Cohen wasn't keen on mixing "going to see Herbert" and "being cheated on by his girlfriend."

"By the way, Norbert ate all our sheep." Cohen changed the subject.
"Don't look at me like that. I didn't eat them. Yes, more than 300 of them, all gone. So I plan to starve it for a few days to make it remember. But before school starts, we definitely have to buy another batch of sheep."
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Life became much more normal after returning home - Cohen began to enjoy the love of Edward and Rose without any mental burden.

After all, "Cohen" is indeed their biological son, at least in spirit a year ago.

In early August, Cohen couldn't help himself and ate the fragments of Voldemort's soul in the diary and the Hufflepuff cup.

Now Cohen's soul integrity has increased to 33%, mainly because the diary's soul strength is too low, resulting in very small improvement for Cohen. A diary only increased it by 1%, and the gold cup increased it by 2%.

But any improvement is a good thing, because according to Cohen's original prediction, this diary may not be able to bring him any improvement, just like the group of young eight-eyed giant spiders.

Perhaps because of the Horcrux, its effect is far better than the effect Cohen would get if he ate a normal soul.

Then the question comes-

Now that the final boss of Year 2 is in Cohen’s own belly, will this be a peaceful year?

Cohen hoped so, but he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

In addition to the Horcrux matter, Cohen also learned from Edward that Harry was taken to the Weasley family to play.

"The Dursleys were furious, and it seemed Harry had messed up something – but the Weasley kids came and took him away," Edward said as he read the newspaper in the living room. "Oh – it seems your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year is Gilderoy Lockhart. He's on the front page of the newspaper, saying he applied for a position at Hogwarts – and then Hogwarts stopped hiring Defense Against the Dark Arts professors. The result should be similar. He seems to be quite famous."

"The more he lacks something, the more he likes to show it off. He's also a womanizer—you have to hope your mother doesn't like him." Cohen didn't care much for this idiot teacher and ate his breakfast quickly. "I bet he's not even as good a teacher as you."

"I'm so powerful in your heart—huh?"

Edward felt something was wrong. Was Cohen praising him? Or was he...

"How did they take Harry away? In a flying car?" Cohen changed the subject.

"They did come by car - but don't be silly, the Ministry of Magic would catch them if they flew into the sky. Arthur is the director of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts." Edward explained, "Although I heard a lot of noise at the Dursleys' house, they took Harry away alive, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Hard to say."

Cohen did not specify whether it was the "car" or the "Dursleys" that was "hard to say".

On the morning of August 10th, Hogwarts sent an owl to Cohen with a list of textbooks for the next semester.

"Look, narcissist."

Cohen pointed to the seven "books" by Lockhart on the list, proving to Edward that he had won his previous bet.

"How could someone use a novel as a teaching material?" Edward was also a little confused. "Or is everything he wrote true?"

"If he were that great, he wouldn't have written a book and sold pictures of himself smiling," Cohen said soberly. "If I could help it, I wouldn't really want to buy his book."

But unfortunately, textbooks must be purchased, especially those newly added by new professors, which cannot even be found second-hand.

On the day the book list arrived, Cohen went to Diagon Alley with Edward to buy books and new robes - Cohen had grown a lot taller, and the original robes seemed a little short.

It’s a pity that I didn’t meet Harry, Ron and the others.

When passing by the flying broom shop, Edward asked Cohen if he was still afraid of heights.

"Only Mum thinks I'll never fly again because I fell off the roof at seven," Coln replied, recalling that scene from his memory. "But I'm not really interested in Quidditch. Playing takes up too much of my rest time. Harry always has to put off his homework until weekend nights."

After preparing my school supplies, the time until school started flew by as if the fast-forward button had been pressed.

Cohen bought another 327 sheep for Norbert. After being hungry for three weeks, Norbert did not eat many sheep in revenge, but began to control his daily food intake.

"Nobel is a man of great talent and very obedient. What about you, sir?"

The night before school started, Cohen asked the Count:

"That thing the postman delivered to my house today... couldn't it be the 'Egg Potion' that Eeyore Owl Shop prepared especially for me?"

(End of this chapter)