"Dumbledore won't let you succeed..."
Voldemort never imagined these words would come out of his own mouth.
But all he wanted now was the Philosopher's Stone—even this inherently evil, dark magic experiment subject with an evil aura certainly couldn't defeat Dumbledore, otherwise Dumbledore would never have allowed this little thing to attend school.
Once he got his hands on that damned Philosopher's Stone, he could easily create a body and make a comeback.
If he made too much of a move and Dumbledore discovered it, the whole plan would be ruined.
"Actually… my request isn't that high…" Voldemort answered Cohen in a barely audible voice, "I need a stone, it's hidden in the fourth-floor corridor of Hogwarts…"
"Ooh ooh ooh…" Cohen made a KFC-like sound, "So how do you plan to steal it?"
Voldemort revealed a bit of information to Cohen: as Voldemort's current vessel, Quirrell couldn't actually go to the fourth-floor corridor—he needed to be in the designated location almost every time, such as during class, meals, or preparing lessons in his office… otherwise he would be discovered by others— "
Let a monster into the school?" Cohen suggested, "How about a dragon? That thing could probably kill a lot of students if it went around the school, and Dumbledore would definitely be worried—"
"You're being a bit too extreme…"
Voldemort immediately dismissed Cohen's idea. Putting aside whether he could even get an adult dragon, just figuring out how to get it into the school was an impossible idea; that thing was bigger than the gates of Hogwarts Castle.
Moreover, if a student really died, Voldemort felt he would definitely be dragged out by an enraged Dumbledore…
"Bang—"
The Hogwarts bells rang, and Quirrell wasn't as free as Cohen in the afternoon—he had classes.
"A weekend afternoon… here again…" Voldemort suggested the next meeting time to Cohen.
Quirrell then hurriedly waved his wand, rewrapped the scarf on the ground around his head, adjusted his facial expression, and resumed his stuttering and neurotic demeanor.
"Yes, Mr. Norton, I hope you won't… tell anyone about this."
Quirrell cast a spell at Cohen before leaving, giving him a warning.
If Quirrell realized he had been exposed, an Avada Kedavra curse charged on Cohen would instantly erupt.
Cohen nodded obediently.
Oh, how terrifying! It's Avada Kedavra! I'm going to die! I definitely won't tell anyone about this.
"
—I need to help a dark wizard blow up Hogwarts on Halloween Eve. Do you know where there are dragons?"
Cohen asked the Earl in the Room of Requirement.
"Hmm? What mischief are you up to now—goodness, what did you just say?!" The Earl's pupils suddenly contracted.
Dark wizards, blowing up schools, dragons…
are these things a young wizard should be involved in?
Wait, which dark wizard?! When did Cohen get involved with dark wizards?!
The Earl was just entrusted by Dumbledore a few days ago with the important task of "teaching Cohen well," how come the task is over before it even started?! He really is a born evil Dementor; he doesn't need any dark influences to become evil and cruel on his own.
"Bombing the school and helping the dark wizard are secondary; the main thing is I've never seen a live dragon," Cohen rubbed his hands together. "It's a pity that the dark wizard said I was a bit too extreme—"
"You are indeed a bit too damn extreme,"
the Earl commented, realizing Cohen was joking, but the "dark wizard" and "mischief" were probably true.
"There aren't any wild dragons around here, not even in the entire Scottish Highlands."
"Sigh…" Cohen sighed, not even getting a chance to see a dragon.
Maybe he could beg Rose and Edward to take him to Romania for Christmas; they have the world's largest dragon breeding farm.
"How did you end up with the dark wizard?" the Earl asked, tilting his head. "Weren't you always at school?"
"There's one at school, you know Voldemort, right?"
Cohen told the Earl about the noseless old man stuck to Quirrell's head.
"Aren't you going to tell the other hairless guys?" the Earl asked, "Like that white-bearded old man?"
"No, I don't want to die." Cohen immediately rejected the Earl's suggestion and said pitifully, "That guy put a curse on me, if I tell anyone… I'll be punished with an Avada Kedavra curse—"
After hearing this, the Earl stared at Cohen coldly with a "guess if I believe you" look.
If Cohen hadn't cast a killing curse on him the day before yesterday, this explanation might have been more convincing.
"You just want to have some fun, right?"
"But bringing a dragon into school would be really cool."
"There are no dragons in the Scottish Highlands!" the Earl roared helplessly. "Find something else to play with, I'm not going to bother with you anymore, I'm going to London for refuge—"
"What about trolls?"
Cohen remembered that Quirrell's Halloween tradition was this—if he brought a troll in, he would probably gain a lot of sin points, right?
Then he could make a heroic appearance just as the troll was about to hurt someone, devour the troll's soul, and that would be another good deed point.
Perfect!
"At least it's better than a dragon…"
the Earl clicked his tongue and replied.
"There should be some in the mountains—I saw a troll's burrow when I went to catch field mice."
He was glad that Cohen wasn't fixated on dragons; trolls were at least easier to control than dragons, and any professor in the school could subdue one.
Damn it, he, a bird, had to worry about this school!
It was all the old man with the white beard's fault, making the Earl always feel that if Cohen got into trouble, it would be because he hadn't taught him well.
For the rest of the weekend, Cohen enjoyed a perfect but incomplete one. He didn't go to the library, didn't outwit Voldemort, and didn't sneak into the Forbidden Forest to eat souls from the centaurs.
Whenever he wanted, he could lie by the fireplace in the common room until dusk.
Or he could join the Weasley brothers in causing mischief, rediscovering the initial joy and excitement of his student days.
On Saturday morning alone, Cohen, Fred, and George accomplished no fewer than five major feats, including but not limited to shaving Mrs. Norris's hair, throwing seven large dung balls at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, and selling seemingly normal burp candies to his classmates (due to the Weasley brothers' notorious reputation, this task was almost entirely done by Cohen; no one would suspect a first-year student)...
Cohen also gained nearly a hundred sin points while having fun.
Previously, Cohen had always upheld the spirit of not ignoring even the smallest evil, accumulating dozens of sin points daily; now, his sin points were enough to buy soul shards.
[Current Goodwill Value: 1207]
[Current Sin Value: 1077]
But Cohen has the Forbidden Forest Harvest plan next week, so there's no rush to buy Soul Shards.
Besides Soul Shards, the system shop also has some other interesting items...
[Basic Dementor Disguise]
[A magical necklace that can transform a person's appearance into that of a Dementor. Now you can float around on Halloween and collect more candy (Please note that this item cannot turn a human into a real Dementor)]
[Value: 500 Sin Value]
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