"Yay!"
Cohen cheered.
"You—coo coo coo coo coo—"
The Earl was so flustered he couldn't even speak properly; his large eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets.
This Dementor-like creature, formed from the happy emotions Cohen had stolen from the Earl, floated on the ceiling of the Room of Requirement. Except for its silver color, it looked almost exactly like a normal Dementor.
"I must be fucking dizzy from the rush and still dreaming," the Earl said confidently. "You wicked little Dementor brat, don't even think about altering my erotic dream. Soon there will be a whole bunch of owls..."
The Earl turned his back to Cohen, refusing to look at Cohen and the silver Dementor floating on the ceiling.
It muttered the contents of its erotic dream, looking like a ball of brown fur.
It was too eerie, too eerie no matter how you looked at it. It
was as eerie as Satan suddenly tearing open his devilish skin and Jesus emerging from it.
But Cohen didn't care about the Count's feelings—the Animagus's guardian spirit is their Animagus form, so it's reasonable for Cohen, as a half-Dementor's guardian spirit, to be a Dementor himself, right?
Cohen currently doesn't have any creatures that are afraid of his guardian spirit to try, and he's unsure if this guardian spirit can be used against Dementors or Groundbats…
Perhaps he could go to Azkaban and kidnap a few Dementors?
But that also has many problems. Cohen isn't a pure Dementor; will they discriminate against him? Will they see Cohen as one of their own, or as a human? Or will they really think of Cohen as a "Mudblood" among Dementors?
Another very important problem is that Cohen isn't sure if he can eat them—it's also hard to say whether Dementors have souls; not many people have studied it in depth.
There were too many problems; he needed to include sneaking off to Azkaban in this year's plans.
"Do you know where Azkaban is?"
Cohen asked the Count.
"Are you talking to your Dementor Patronus?" the Count asked, huddled in his nest without turning around.
"I'm talking to you," Cohen corrected. "At least I'm not so crazy as to talk to a puppet I created myself."
With that, Cohen canceled the spell.
The success of this Patronus Charm meant that Cohen could bypass his own instinct to avoid Patronus and summon them using unorthodox methods—like consuming other people's emotions.
But the image of this Patronus was indeed a bit…unacceptable to ordinary people.
After all, most people's Patronus are usually "the appearance of the animal they are most compatible with," and Dementors obviously aren't "compatibility-based" animals.
This also meant…Cohen couldn't currently use this to prove his inner goodness and justice.
But there must be a solution—the Patronus's form can change…right?
"What kind of crazy idea have you come up with now?"
The Earl slowly turned around, a weight lifted from his heart after seeing the Dementor Patronus disappear.
"That Patronus almost sucked away the best memory of my life, I'll definitely—"
"Patronics won't suck away your happiness," Cohen interrupted. "I did it—but that's not the point. I have a very important new plan—do you know the location of Azkaban?"
"You're planning to start a rebellion and coup now?" the Earl asked suspiciously. "But you've only been enrolled for half a year..."
"'Minister Norton' is a plan I intend to launch after graduation."
Cohen said seriously,
"I'm going to Azkaban to find some Dementors."
"What do you want with Dementors?!" the Count suddenly exclaimed, remembering Cohen keeping that black unicorn in the Room of Requirement…
"You wouldn't happen to be…"
"I want to keep a few." ("You want to find Dementor girlfriends?")
Cohen and the Count blurted out almost simultaneously.
"Is your mind only filled with hunger and lust?" Cohen asked calmly.
"Why are you raising Dementors if you're not looking for a wife!" the Earl retorted. "Can the happiness of one bird like me support two of you? Don't force me to start running away now—once I join the Owl Moon Landing Project, you'll never catch me again!"
"Not two, I plan to raise several." Cohen held up a finger and waved it. "If they can communicate with me amicably."
"Ha, they'll definitely be amicable. After all, you're just a Dementor cub. They'll share the most remaining happiness in Azkaban with you so you don't go hungry—every species takes care of its own offspring."
The Earl said in a monotonous voice.
"That would be much easier." Cohen nodded in agreement with the prediction.
"Listen carefully, I'm not condoning you keeping a Dementor. It will kill me, and you'll lose something very important, like my loyalty, my friendship, and some other… well, you know… bonds—"
"I'm not asking whether you agree or not," Cohen said bluntly. "Anyway, you can't interfere—so where's Azkaban?"
"If Dumbledore finds out you're keeping a Dementor at the school, you're finished," the Earl advised again.
"I can choose not to keep one—but I have to see Azkaban, so where's Azkaban?"
"I can't fly to that godforsaken place—"
"So where's Azkaban?" Cohen continued, then added after a moment's thought: "Tell me the location, and I'll go myself." "It seems you really want to go home," the Earl
said,
somewhat exasperated by Cohen's persistence. "Fine… Azkaban is in the northwest of England, on a small island in the middle of the North Sea—but I can't mark it for you; it's an unmappable magical area."
"No specific address?" Cohen frowned.
"Those people transport criminals using door keys; I've witnessed it before," the Earl said. "If you want to find them, you'll probably be at sea for a long time, so my suggestion is—"
"Just drift a little longer and you'll find them." Cohen wasn't too concerned about that; he just needed to know which sea area it was.
However, this also meant he would have to disappear from home or school for many days—probably not this semester, and during the summer vacation, he might have to find some excuse to get Rose and Edward to let him out.
And to avoid not being able to get back quickly, Cohen felt he needed to learn Apparition—otherwise, going back and forth at sea would take even more time.
Many things had to be done slowly, such as the idea of raising Dementors, the ultimate plan to become Minister of Magic, the long-term plan to solve the problem of broken souls, and… the short-term goal of stealing the Philosopher's Stone.
Quirrell would get the information tonight, and Cohen could go to Hagrid's place to see the hatched dragon in a while—he wondered how strong the dragon's soul was.
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