Before leaving, Cohen picked up two wands from the ground (taking Herbert's wand from the cabin, this was the third one Cohen had seized) and disposed of the two Auror corpses—he wanted to get rid of these ill-intentioned villains, but that didn't mean he had to declare war on the Ministry of Magic.
Those who harbored ill will towards Cohen would definitely hide like cowards after realizing his danger, and then use their power to force innocent wizards to come and die—that's how the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were.
Countless families would be torn apart by the struggle, and the media controlled by those in power could easily mold Cohen, this "dark magic experiment subject," into a villainous demon king, greatly affecting Cohen's good life.
The key was a good life; Cohen felt that going to school, fighting Voldemort, and occasionally chatting with his adoptive parents through letters was already a good life.
Disgusting people should be killed in disgusting ways, not let them continue to disgust him.
Cohen had two ways to deal with Fudge and the Aurors who were still plotting to get rid of him.
One was assassination—as long as the opponent's soul strength was lower than Cohen's, he would have almost no difficulty dealing with them. Perhaps only the condition of "getting within two meters of the opponent" would be a challenge, but once Cohen learned Apparition, he wouldn't need to consider that.
This method was just not disgusting enough; after all, instant death wasn't satisfying.
"I feel like you're plotting some evil plan," the Earl said, perching on Cohen's shoulder. "Can't you be a little less serious—I'm scared."
"I'll take you to a nightclub tonight," Cohen said casually. "I'll tell Mom you took me. Will that make you feel better?"
"Then you can continue plotting your evil plan," the Earl said dryly.
The second plan was to seize power secretly—Hermione could become Minister for Magic after the Battle of Voldemort, and Cohen could certainly do the same.
Once Cohen reaches level 40, he can start working on reviving Voldemort, the supposedly dead icon of wizarding terror. He can secretly create a dragon, then personally become the hero who slays it, without needing any sacrifices (perhaps "sacrificing" Cornelius Fudge) – just leveraging Voldemort's previous reputation in the wizarding world. With
power comes the power to be a nuisance. The first five-year plan to overthrow the wizarding world,
as outlined in "You Think I'm the Dark Lord? How's it Going?"
, will begin with continuing his evil deeds.
Cohen had Ariel hide in the camel skin bag; after all, bringing a Nightmare into school would be too much – Dumbledore must have read "The Secrets of Dark Magic" and certainly wouldn't allow a Nightmare into the school.
Cohen also checked the other rooms in the underground corridor, but they were empty, likely looted by the thief Mundungus.
Mundungus didn't take the books from the main research room shelves, possibly related to the runes carved on them—perhaps they were still hidden at the time.
After leaving the basement, the sky outside seemed to darken again. "
If you're alright, then it's a sunny day"—two people had just died, so snow here was normal.
Cohen didn't even know their names, but that wasn't important; he'd see them in the newspapers later—"A Certain Ministry of Magic Auror Mysteriously Disappears, Suspected Dark Wizarding Activities Resurfacing."
But when Cohen came out and looked at the cabin, he saw that Herbert seemed to be awake—and he had freed Cohen from his restraints without a wand, though it was more likely with the help of the two Aurors who had just died.
[Soul Strength: 22]
Not a big problem.
The other man stood at the cabin door, silently watching Cohen's location—after all, Cohen had cleared the surrounding snow, making this place quite conspicuous.
Herbert seemed to be waiting for Cohen; he didn't run away but continued to stand at the door.
"Your uncle looks like he wants to talk to you," the Earl reminded him.
"No, he wants his wand back—like it's more important than his life," Cohen bet. "He doesn't even know me, and I've never come to see him with Rose."
To confirm this little bet, Cohen walked toward Herbert.
The Earl, meanwhile, hovered in the air, wand in hand, alert for any eventuality—he wasn't really worried about Cohen's safety; what was there to worry about with a Dementor whose attacks were like a tickle to Avada Kedavra?
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It was only worried about its own safety, because it was Cohen's accomplice.
"You've come," Herbert, his hair gray, said hoarsely.
"I've come."
"You shouldn't have come." Herbert looked at Cohen with a complicated expression.
"I've already come—and even if you performed the entire novel in front of me right now, I wouldn't just hand your wand back so easily." Cohen stared at Herbert with deadpan eyes.
"Those two Aurors are dead?" Herbert glanced in the direction of the ruins, which Cohen had magically transformed back into a snow-covered landscape.
"Dead," Cohen said calmly. This Herbert didn't have a wand and couldn't Apparate away; Cohen could easily eliminate him or cast a Forgetfulness Charm on him.
But as the surviving "criminal" of this manor, Cohen wanted to extract more information from Herbert—he certainly knew more than the unicorn Ari, who had been kept in a cage.
Upon hearing the news of the two Aurors' deaths, Herbert seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Come in and sit down…let me—take a good look at you."
Herbert seemed certain Cohen would follow him in. He turned and went into the house, leaving behind an extremely strange remark.
Damn, there was a bad feeling about this, concerning their identities.
Just how many secrets did these people hold?
There were no Aurors hiding in the cabin, nor was any curse suddenly thrown at Cohen.
Herbert arranged a chair, then sat on the bed so Cohen could sit face-to-face with him.
"What's our relationship?" Cohen asked directly, sitting down in the chair.
"I… I'm fine." Herbert looked at Cohen's face as if it were a work of art. "Rose adopted you, didn't she?"
"Hmm?" Cohen raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"
"She's my sister."
"Oh, my dad said someone from the Burke family threatened to throw her into a pile of Inferi—that person wouldn't be you, would it?" Cohen tilted his head and asked. "Then you're in luck, I just learned the Cruciatus Curse last week."
"Whatever… but I've never made that kind of threat—Rose is my favorite sister, I would never hurt her." Herbert was as calm as a dying old man. "Are they good to you?"
"Who are you talking about? Rose and Edward? Or the teachers at Hogwarts?"
"Your current family." Herbert's voice trembled slightly.
"It's great—or rather, it's fantastic! Can you speed things up a bit? I'm starving—if we have enough time, I can even go back to Hogwarts for dinner early tonight." Cohen frowned. "Also, there's no need to use these little tricks anymore. I bet you, based on my experience watching thousands of melodramatic TV shows, that you'll admit you're my biological father later."
Herbert's gaze shifted from Cohen, and he swallowed hard.
"So your son died, and those people were going to do an experiment, promising to resurrect your son, so you gave them your son's body, right?" Cohen deduced.
"They're right, you are indeed a genius after being resurrected—"
"You damn Tomato, just tell me what you're going to do! I eat souls when I'm hungry!"
Cohen couldn't stand it anymore; this guy was still going on and on about useless things.
"Can you stay here for one night? Just one night," Herbert pleaded. "Then you can eat my soul or just kill me, at least..."
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