The answer is yes.
Occlumency doesn't really have a spell. Chapter 17 of this book fully explains the principles and practice of "Occlumency."
In its most basic form, Occlumency involves clearing the mind—no thoughts, no memories, no feelings—in order to prevent the Legilimency master from sensing his or her emotions and thoughts.
There's no magic involved, relying solely on willpower.
And willpower is difficult to quantify, which means that if you really want to practice, you have to find someone to frantically cast Legilimency at you to determine if your Occlumency skills are improving.
So who does Cohen turn to—or rather, who does Cohen trust to be his voyeur?
—Wednesday
afternoon, in Cohen's Room of Requirement.
"Goo-goo-goo?"
the Count looked at Cohen as if he were an idiot.
"Didn't you say last time that you always wanted to use a wand? Here, I'll give you a chance." Cohen placed the wand in front of the Earl. "If you practice Occlumency with me, I can secretly buy you a wand - if Ollivander is still willing to sell me one."
"You know the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow non-wizards to use wands, right, kid?" the Earl asked, tilting his head. "And you're a very bad boy -"
"You can use your new wand to catch voles. Freezing spells are more efficient than claws," Cohen reminded. "And the blazing flames will allow you to eat cooked food - secret note, Harry said Hedwig likes fried meat in honey sauce -"
"Deal - how do you pronounce the spell?"
The Earl agreed immediately.
"Legilimens (Legislens)," Cohen reminded. "Le-gi-li-men-s, the middle men should be emphasized -"
"Okay, Expecto Patronum (Patronus Charm) -"
"That joke is not funny," Cohen said with a sullen face.
"No sense of humor,"
the Earl snorted, flapping his wings as he snatched up Cohen's wand, then maneuvered mid-air to position the tip of his wand right at Cohen.
"How do you hairless people aim your wands?" The Earl spun around, unable to find a good spot. "The tip of this thing is thinner than a vole's tail—"
"Just chant it, and you'll hit it if you chant a few times." Cohen leaned back in his armchair, awaiting the Earl's barrage.
Cohen probably trusted the Earl the most in all of Hogwarts—nothing built trust like an unbreakable bond; no wonder wizards created "unbreakable oaths" to guarantee partnerships.
"Legilimens!"
The first shot missed.
"Legilimens!"
The second shot hit the fireplace. He wondered if charcoal could have emotions, but the Earl was quite emotional right now.
"Damn Legilimens!"
Finally, the Earl's spell landed on Cohen.
"?"
"?"
The Cohen flew back to the table with his wand, picked up his "trouser leg" and began to run back and forth to observe Cohen's changes from all directions.
Both the man and the bird looked at each other with eyes full of question marks.
"You didn't succeed in releasing it at all, right?"
"Bullshit, I've already emitted light, and even if the other Dementors are blind, you will be blind too?" The Count retorted mercilessly, "The wand is shining! Didn't you see it! It's shining!"
Since the Count was a bird, Cohen wasn't sure if he could actually cast magic. So, to confirm whether Cohen was immune to the "Damn Legilimens!" or if the Count had failed to cast the spell, Cohen taught the Count several other spells. (Cohen now suspected the Count actually knew magic, after all, he had never spoken or used the Patronus Charm in his presence.)
The other spells worked perfectly, especially the Patronus Charm. The Count even conjured a physical Patronus—an owl, of course. And whether it was from cleaning up its late-night snack or perhaps just a slip of the Count's hand, the Patronus struck Cohen hard on the head.
His head pounded, feeling more damaging than the Avada Kedavra.
"You—"
Cohen snatched the wand, briefly vanishing the Count's feathers. He watched the Count let out an indescribable shriek and try to shield himself with his wings, a relieved smile on his face.
[Sin Value +10]
[Note: Even the most evil Dark wizard wouldn't pluck a bird's feathers just because it cast a Patronus Charm on him.]
"You're a *****!" the trembling Count screamed. "Evil little beast! Perverted furry fiend! Not even human!"
"Ha, you only realized this today? I wasn't human to begin with!" Cohen said viciously. "I was planning on buying you a wand, but now it seems... maybe in my next life!"
After all this busywork and testing, Cohen finally understood something.
He was already a complete novice
at Occlumency. This spell seemed to have no effect on Cohen, just as it didn't work on Dementors.
He seemed to have inherited almost all of their traits—except for the burden of a human body.
Cohen even cast an Avada Kedavra on himself, shocking the now-haired Count for several seconds, so much so that he forgot to start scolding Cohen.
Curiosity may kill the cat, but it won't kill the Dementor.
Everything went just as Cohen had anticipated. Spells affecting the mind, soul, and so on were completely useless against him.
"You're right, but Cohen is unaffected."
The only downside, however, was that the Patronus could strike Cohen, and even a stronger blow could knock him out of this body.
Perhaps his increased soul strength could withstand a stronger Patronus strike, but Cohen didn't have to worry about that in the current, relatively safe magical world—because Dark wizards with evil hearts couldn't cast the Patronus Charm.
Then... he could safely approach Voldemort, who was trying to recruit him.
He shuddered to think, "orphan," "Dark magic experiment subject," "half-Dementor," "interested in the Dark Arts," "with the blood of over three hundred wizards on his hands"—how could Voldemort possibly handle such sinister attributes as these, converging on an eleven-year-old wizard?
"Isn't this going to make you completely bewildered?"
Perhaps the only concern was whether Voldemort, jealous of Cohen, would try to stifle this promising talent.
Just as Cohen was calculating how to infiltrate the enemy, the Count, who was shivering with cold because of his bare body, spoke up.
"Have you finished drooling?"
The Count's voice was trembling.
"Hurry up and get my feathers back! I'm shivering! I'm shivering!"
"How do I get them back?"
Cohen asked sincerely.
Cohen really didn't know the counter-spell of the Vanishing Spell.
"..."
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