There is no need to wait until Edward comes back - or rather, Edward probably doesn't know there is such a law about owls.
Cohen has found this passage in the newly purchased "History of Magic".
Due to the proliferation and uncontrollability of owl communications, after the "International Statute of Secrecy" was enacted in 1692, owls were also included in the scope of control of easily exposed magical animals.
At the same time, the "Owl Purchase Contract" appeared, which required owl trainers and owl-related personnel to ensure that every owl in the market is bound by a contract spell to prevent the owl from escaping, disappearing, or betraying abnormally.
And Cohen's attempt was also a great success. He only needed to think about "forbidding" the earl to speak in his mind, and the earl really couldn't say a word -
"Congratulations, you can live as my messenger."
Cohen announced to the earl sunny, silently prohibiting the earl from saying anything about Cohen being a Dementor.
Maybe the Count had no such idea, but Cohen still chose to act prudently, so that he could have a talking owl and ensure that his identity would not be exposed inexplicably.
In the following days, Cohen asked the Count more than once why it could talk.
But the Count's answer was always the same story.
In the story, it lived in a dilapidated lighthouse with an attic with an old man named John (the Count: There is an old man named John on every street). Old John carved wood carvings year after year, and the Count would fly out with the wood carvings and throw them into the forest.
"John carved at least hundreds of wood carvings, and I had to fly out several times a day. Unfortunately, although my original intention was to make a spacious nest, those wood carvings would always be picked up by some people who got lost in the forest. Lost people can always find the lighthouse."
The Count smacked his beak. It had just flown back from the window, and the bright moonlight sprinkled on its wings.
It sounds like something out of a fairy tale, a beacon that guides people lost in the forest, a silent wooden old man, a talking owl...
"Am I a kid who looks easy to deceive?" Cohen looked at the Count on the windowsill with dead fish eyes, who was enjoying a field mouse that he had brought from somewhere.
"Isn't it? I mean, coo coo - the fact that birds can talk is very fairy-tale-like, and this story is very appropriate." The Count smeared the windowsill with blood.
"If you don't want to say it, forget it. There are so many things that can talk in the magic world."
Cohen waved his wand casually.
"Clean it up."
"My midnight snack!" The Count screamed indescribably.
[Ding! Sin value +1]
Looking at the clean windowsill and the Count who flew out again and decided to solve the midnight snack on the spot in the future, Cohen climbed into bed with satisfaction.
In the more than a month before school, Cohen had already previewed all the spells in "Standard Spells, Elementary".
Most of the spells these little wizards learned were some elementary fire spells, cutting spells, floating spells, etc. The more practical ones were the repair spell and the descaling spell.
These were almost not difficult. Although the books had the magic digital models behind each spell, it was obvious that this stuff was not something that normal students would study. No eleven-year-old child would learn three-dimensional function models, and Cohen would not either.
"Think about it, a person finally traveled to the magic world and excitedly stepped into the gate of Hogwarts. Then the student passing by on the left said: 'Hey, did you listen to today's class? I didn't quite understand the polynomial fitting', and the student passing by on the right answered: 'I understand this, assuming that your initial magic power usage is x, and the final step-by-step magic power output is y, then use y=a+bx+cx+dx...', how desperate that person must be..."
Cohen told himself a joke.
This is definitely not a reason for not studying hard.
Anyway, although these magics are very scientific in theory, the way they are released is very idealistic.
Just wave the wand according to the gestures specified in the textbook, chant the spell, and think about the effect of the spell in your mind - snap! The spell is done!
The only difficulty may be memorizing the spell and the corresponding gestures.
Perhaps when you have more experience in casting spells in the future, you can save the spells and gestures - even the wand.
But the only book that Cohen can study on his own openly at present is "Standard Spells, Elementary", because Edward and Rose jointly emphasize that young wizards should not learn too many spells ahead of time - without the guidance and care of a teacher, young wizards can easily cause big trouble with an ordinary spell.
Even adult wizards will make mistakes. In the past, a wizard named Baruffio said "f" instead of "s", and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest.
So Cohen only practiced this ordinary textbook during the day, and at night...
Cohen, of course, practiced the "Positive Spells" worth 250 goodwill points that he bought from the Goodwill Store.
The first three chapters of this spell book were easy for Cohen, but when it came to the advanced spells such as the Existential Curse and the Bubble Head Curse at the beginning of the fourth chapter, Cohen could not try them out.
Perhaps it required a higher level of magic power, Cohen's attempts were superficial and he could only flip through the book to satisfy his curiosity (in order to allow young wizards to understand the effects of spells more intuitively, there are dynamic illustrations next to the spells recorded in the textbooks, and the spell testers above will repeatedly cast or be cast with the corresponding spells over and over again.).
In the following month, Cohen originally wanted to wait until he met Harry to reveal that he was also a freshman at Hogwarts to make Harry happy.
But Harry never came to Cohen again after moving back from the island with the Dursleys. Even once he ran into Cohen, he just said hello awkwardly and ran away in a panic.
Cohen almost thought that Harry knew that he was a Dementor.
In this way, the vacation passed in a blink of an eye, and Cohen was pulled up by Rose in the early morning.
"Today is your first day of school, and Mommy will definitely dress you up beautifully--"
Rose lovingly arranged Cohen's hair and clothes.
"Mom, this is what you say when you dress up a girl."
Cohen said embarrassedly, but he did not break free from Rose's hand, even though Rose tried to pin a pink bow tie on Cohen's collar.
"It doesn't look good with your hair..."
Rose threw the pink bow tie aside in disappointment.
"These things will have to be changed into school uniforms when Cohen arrives at school." Edward leaned against the door and said in a wise tone.
"Huh?" Rose only used a look to make Edward shut his mouth and go downstairs to prepare breakfast.
Along the way, Cohen was wrapped in the discomfort of the corset dress, watching Rose wiping her tears with a handkerchief from time to time in the co-pilot seat because her child was about to leave her for at least one semester.
"Hogwarts will take good care of the child. Didn't we get through it that way?" Edward comforted.
This scene made Cohen feel that he was not going to school, but getting married.
After arriving at King's Cross Station, Cohen followed Edward and Rose through the wall between platforms nine and ten and arrived at platform nine and three-quarters.
The scarlet steam train stopped at the platform, surrounded by a dreamy mist. In the bustling crowd, the noise of children and the shouts of some reckless parents could be heard everywhere.
"When you go to school, you must abide by the school rules. Never go to dangerous places, don't go against professors, study hard, eat more, drink more water, write to us once a week with the earl's name, and be
sorted into Gryffindor. If you dare to go to Slytherin, I will put you in -" "Okay Rose, aren't you afraid that Cohen will jump out of the car and run away - it doesn't matter which college you go to, right?" Edward hurriedly stopped Rose, who was talking without restraint due to anxiety.
Then, Edward squatted down and rubbed Cohen's head.
"Cohen, just enjoy your school life and don't put too much pressure on yourself. The courses at Hogwarts are still quite easy - at least easier than Smelting."
"Got it, I can dress myself, go to the toilet, eat, and glue
by myself, don't worry, mom and dad." Cohen quietly pulled at his collar, which was almost out of breath, and quickly fled into the train.
Outside, Rose was leaning on Edward's shoulder, looking at Cohen who was speeding through the train window, showing a relieved and tearful expression.
"Edward, do you remember the first time we met on the train?"
"I remember." Edward froze, "I was bullied by a few bad kids at the time."
"Those guys were just softies." Rose said nostalgically.
"You beat me up after chasing them away." Edward's mouth twitched.
"Because you were a crying wimp, and I can't stand wimps." Rose approached Edward's face, "But... you are a little different."
"Hmm?"
"You are a wimp who dares to raise Dementors with me." Rose kissed Edward, "Cohen will be fine, right?"
"Of course not, he is a good boy." Edward's face turned red where he was kissed, "Hogwarts has Dumbledore, and... when we went to buy school supplies, he said I was a good father." "
Evil Dementors can't have 'love', right?" Rose said worriedly, "Cohen loves us, which means..."
"It means he is more like a human being." Edward patted Rose's back in his arms.
——On the other side, Harry wanted Uncle Vernon to wait for a while before leaving.
"Boy, I don't have time to play with you." Uncle Vernon was waiting beside the car and said unhappily, "Dally has to go to the hospital, you only have two minutes-"
Harry, who got permission, had already rushed to the door of Cohen's house and knocked on the door hurriedly.
A few days ago, Harry really wanted to share these new things with Cohen, about owls and letters, huge giants, wonderful magic...
all the magical things that popped up on his birthday night.
But Harry was told by Hagrid not to reveal magic to any Muggle - not even his closest friends.
So Harry has been hiding from Cohen, fearing that he would not be able to help but tell everything when facing Cohen's questions.
In addition, Harry dared not think about how uncomfortable it would be to "know that your friends can do magic but you can't."
But before leaving Privet Drive, Harry finally decided to say goodbye to Cohen.
"Cohen, I'm going to study at another school, but I will definitely come back. We will always be good friends, right..."
Harry kept reciting the farewell words he had prepared long ago while waiting for Cohen to open the door. Unfortunately, no one opened the door.
"Ha, kid, do you think the Norton kid will wait for you to say goodbye to him when school starts? No one wants to hang out with someone like you." Uncle Vernon said sarcastically in the distance, and took out his anger on Harry. "If it weren't for that damn pig's tail, Daley wouldn't have to delay his enrollment at all-"
Harry didn't listen to Uncle Vernon at all. He got into the car gloomily, and took a last look in the direction of Cohen's bedroom. He felt that the joy of enrollment could not overcome the feeling of missing a piece in his heart.
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On the other side, Cohen, who found an empty compartment at the rear of the car, couldn't wait to stuff the suitcase next to the seat, slammed the compartment door shut, and then began to laboriously unbutton his rounded collar.
My god, my mother's love is really suffocating.
And why does my race, which is clearly marked as a Dementor, have to breathe? Is it true that my flesh and blood are too weak...
"You look like a 'werewolf in estrus' about to invade me."
The Earl tilted his head and looked at Cohen who was taking off his clothes.
"You're like a perverted alchemist peeping at a child's body."
Cohen retorted mercilessly.
Finally, Cohen changed into the school robe in advance and decided to cast a subtle swelling spell on the tight dress before returning to school, so that he would not be murdered by a piece of clothing and leave a bad reputation for eternity.
Rose handed over a bag of jingling pocket money before leaving, because there was a small cart selling snacks on the train, and children often preferred these interesting snacks processed by magic rather than the dry lunch boxes left in the box by their parents.
However, Cohen thought that there was no need for him to spend this pocket money today, because a rich man who was rich and waved his hand and said "I want it all" was about to arrive in the carriage at the end of the train——
"Hello, can I sit——Cohen?!"
Harry pushed open the door of this carriage, and after seeing the people sitting here clearly, he stayed in the aisle.
"Excuse me, we need to go over." The student in the opposite carriage was about to go to the toilet, and saw Harry blocking the way outside, and reminded him helplessly.
"Oh - OK - sorry..." Harry turned around and apologized quickly, dragging the box into the carriage. The roughness of his movements made Hedwig in the cage on top of the box let out a protest cry.
Cohen noticed that after Hedwig appeared, the earl's eyes never left the pure white snowy owl.
"Don't even think about it. I don't have a heroine yet, why are you trying to get it first!" Cohen threatened the earl in a low voice.
The earl glanced at Cohen with contempt, with an expression of "What can you do to me if I have an affair with other birds in the owl shed at night?"
"Cohen! I thought you - no, I thought -" Harry felt that he couldn't speak clearly.
"Wow - what a coincidence, Harry, you also come to Hogwarts to study." Cohen said seriously.
"Your reaction is a little too slow..." Harry felt that the expression on his face was gradually stiffening, "I have been sitting in my seat for thirty seconds."
"I am not very good at sensationalism." Cohen sighed, "You didn't come to see me last month, and I wanted to tell you something about the magical world secretly-" "
But Hagrid said not to tell Muggles-you didn't know I was a wizard at that time, right?" Harry asked anxiously and confusedly.
"Who is Hagrid?" Cohen asked decisively.
After the topic was opened, Harry began to talk about the wonderful experience on his birthday.
Eleven-year-old children are too easy to control. They only need a little temptation to forget their original goal.
Cohen didn't have to say anything as he wished. Listening is more labor-saving than talking, especially when the snack cart has not arrived yet.
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A/N- POWER STONES?? HAND THEM OVER POLITELY.... OTHERWISE....