The shopping trip only lasted the whole morning. After buying everything, Edward hurriedly sent Coin home, and it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
Edward's game time was less than an hour away. Anxiously Edward used magic to process a lunch for Coin and rushed out of the house. Now Coin was the only one left in the entire Privet Drive.
Like a scientist who couldn't wait to conduct an evil experiment, Coin rubbed his hands after dinner and returned to his bedroom. On the table was the owl with extremely strange soul strength.
"Animagus? Blood Curse Orc? Or something else?"
Coin pulled out his chair and sat on it, just in line with the owl "Count" in the birdcage.
"That should be 'something else'."
The slightly funny male voice came out as the Count's barbed beak opened and closed.
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"Oh my god, you can talk???"
Coin's eyes widened.
Animagus cannot speak in animal form, and blood-cursed orcs cannot speak human language after transformation, because the physiological structure of other animals cannot imitate human voices - except parrots.
"Wow, Dementors can speak?"
The Count said with his head tilted, and his tone did not seem to be frightened at all, as if he was telling Cohen an English crosstalk.
"You have a human father, so your mother is a Dementor?"
The Count continued to speak without restraint.
"This is the first time I have seen this in all my years - coo coo coo - even for a bird, this is a bit too fucking weird."
"..."
Cohen's eyes changed from surprise to calmness, and finally to indifference.
"Why don't you speak? Is it because you have never seen a bird that can speak?"
The Count turned his head, which was originally tilted 90 degrees clockwise, in another direction, this time rotating it 90 degrees counterclockwise. This behavior would look very cute on an ordinary owl.
"That's not right. A Dementor can talk. Isn't it really confusing that a bird can talk? Or do you not know that you are a Dementor?"
"..." Cohen's face was livid.
"Oh no, you are not scared by me, are you? Does your father know the spell to cancel the 'owl purchase contract'?"
"You know, a bird can't use a wand, but seeing that your father can even deal with Dementors*, I believe it should not be a problem for him to cancel a contract."
"..." Cohen's forehead was getting darker and darker.
"Of course, in exchange for freedom, I can steal gold Galleons from other wizard families for you. I am familiar with this job."
"Every wizard thinks that owls are here to deliver messages, and never consider what a bird will take away from their home - how about thirty Galleons, thirty Galleons to buy my free bird life for the rest of my life -"
"Wait a minute, I have to calm down."
Cohen got up from the chair with a stiff expression, walked out of the bedroom, and slammed the door.
I don't know if it's too late to return the bird now. This is not a fake, this is a weird thing.
Whose owl would burst out "f**k" every few seconds and tell dirty jokes!
This kind of soul makes Cohen feel sick!
But the thing that this owl said about "stealing Galleons from other wizards' homes" seems quite tempting...
But this owl has already seen Cohen's identity as a Dementor. Will it spread rumors everywhere?
After all, I have been walking around Diagon Alley for so long, and no one shouted "Dementors are coming, everyone run away" or "Dementors are coming, everyone quickly draw out your wands and use Expecto Patronus on it and remember to recall the best memories of your life and then use the materialized Patronus to destroy this monster."
Of course, ordinary wizards are unlikely to know high-end magic such as the Patronus Charm.
According to Dumbledore's nature, he is very likely to have only recognized that Cohen, a half-Dementor, is alive, and the Ministry of Magic, which is afraid of death, probably knows nothing, otherwise he would not be able to roam the Muggle streets alive.
It is still very important to keep your identity secret in the early stage, at least before you have a soul strength that exceeds that of most wizards, you can't let too many people who shouldn't know know it.
And this owl who can talk and already knows Cohen's identity is obviously a restless factor.
But it's cool to have a talking owl!
Cohen was very conflicted and decided to give the owl a chance to live.
"Pa--"
Cohen returned to the room and sat back in his chair.
"Coo--"
"I figured it out. First of all, let me clarify that my mother is not a Dementor, and my father is not Sad Wind--" "
Who is Sad Wind?" The owl "Count" expressed his confusion with his huge eyeballs.
"A little owl can't know so many indecent things." Cohen refused to explain these things for his owl, "Continue the topic just now, my father and mother are normal, because I was adopted--and--"
Cohen emphasized "and".
"You know Dumbledore, right?"
"Yes, the last time I went to Hogwarts to deliver a letter to the little wizard, he was in the tower staring at a photo of a young man. Do you want to know the name of that man? Three Galleons--"
"Grindelwald, next question--no, don't change the subject!" Cohen warned.
"You asked me first!" the Earl retorted angrily, "You are such an unreasonable little--"
After Cohen licked his lips deliberately, the Earl stopped complaining as if he was choked by an owl nut.
"Go on." The Earl said dryly.
"Dumbledore specially placed me in this family, understand?" Cohen asked.
"Hmm?" The Count pecked his wings. "Your way of asking questions is like you will pluck my feathers one by one in the next second and ask me 'Do you agree?', 'Do you agree?'——"
"Do you agree?" Cohen asked seriously, "I am very democratic. If you disagree, I will eat your soul."
"You didn't ask me to agree to anything at all!" The Count bit off one of his feathers in anger, "Or——I guess you don't know——Owls don't have any right to disagree at all!"
"It was you wizards who came up with the "Owl Purchase Contract"! I swear, when all the field mice in the world are eaten by me, I will start eating wizards, and eat all of you bad guys who exploit small animals——"
"Wait, you mean... you have to obey my orders, right?" Cohen almost understood the secret hidden in the Count's complaint.
"Otherwise, do you think every owl will be bought by your owl food, which is as big as its own cerebellum, for a lifetime?" The Count said venomously.
"Let me verify this. I'm quite insecure." Cohen raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I believe you'll often worry about an owl attacking you - after all, I'll have a wand hidden on me, and every time a wizard buys me, I'll yell Avada Kedavra at him - and then you'll find out that I'm a fucking owl, owl, understand!? I don't even have hands to grab a wand!"
A/N- Power stones (give me)