Hogwarts Poisoned Egg

The Poisoned Egg at Hogwarts Text Volume Chapter : The Baby Feels Painful "Hmm... He is very handsome, he is a handsome boy..."

Early in the morning the next day when Egg came to Castle Mammon, a group of devils appeared in the previously deserted castle. At this time, they were surrounding Egg and looking at him curiously.

A tall lady looked at Iger with admiration. From time to time, she used the small fan in her hand to lift Iger's chin and look up and down at Iger's little face.

"Well..." Egg's little face was pinched and deformed, and he mumbled indistinctly.

"The figure looks very similar to Mammon...but looks more like Frosebina..." A strong man like an iron tower stood behind Egg with his arms folded.

"I brought him back!" Chonghua laughed and communicated with the people around him: "How about it? If it weren't for me, he might have run away to this world!"

Egg noticed that these demons really knew all the languages. Most of the time, they communicated in earthly languages ​​such as English, French, and Chinese. Sometimes, when they were laughing, they would subconsciously speak some obscure languages. .

That's an ancient magic text...

Are you really not afraid of blowing up the house?

"We should give him some small gift... What do you think? According to his age, he should be my nephew..."

A boy with red horns on his head was floating in the air, looking at Egg curiously: "Your name is Egg, right? My name is Belial, and I am my uncle."

Belial's eyes were big, and his dark eyes looked like a deep pool. He curled up and floated in front of Egg, his tail wagging behind him.

Egg looked at the devil in front of him who looked about the same age as himself. He didn't know whether he should call him uncle...

"I am two thousand six hundred and thirty-two years old this year!" Belial said with a smile.

Egger: "..."

"Come and call uncle, hey hey hey..." Beryl grinned stupidly.

Egger couldn't help but wonder if he had really come to hell?

No matter how you look at it, this style of painting doesn’t quite match the legendary hell…

"Uncle...uncle..." Egger called out reluctantly.

"Hey!" Bailey suddenly laughed happily. He turned his head and thought about the group of devils showing off next to him: "He called me uncle, did you hear it? Hahaha..."

"You...have the breath of my descendants..." A slightly cold voice remembered in Iger's ear. Iger turned his head and saw a tall and thin man sniffing around him...

Egger: "!!!"

I beg you all to be normal, please!

"Stay away, Cain! Don't be so disgusting!" Frosebina pulled Cain away and protected Egg behind her: "Those of yours are not called descendants, they are just pitiful toy creations! If you have the ability, you will be born." One more time!"

Cain…

Egg knows this name quite well...

The ancestor of vampires...

This is the true ancestor of vampires, not someone like Dracula who can be compared to hundreds of thousands of years old vampires...

At this time, in the auditorium of the castle, more and more demons came to watch Egg, and within a short time, forty or fifty people appeared here...

It was also the first time that Egg discovered that they were all the same race of devils. Regardless of their different skin colors, there were actually devils of different colors!

For example, there was a guy whose whole body was burning with flames. Egger always thought he looked like the sword demon in the game he played in his previous life...

There is also a man with a brown complexion, a handsome face, and a quiet and indifferent temperament.

There is even a devil whose body is all black, but the magic patterns on his body are white.

Egg found that the common features among these devils were horns, wings and tails.

Originally, Egg thought his tail was annoying and looked cheap...

But now that I look at it, Iger feels that his tail is actually pretty good...

For example, Mammon's tail and Frosepina's tail always hooked together unconsciously, and Beria's tail always swept around her side, as if chasing away flies or something.

In contrast, Egg found that his tail was quite obedient!

For the first time, Egger felt a sense of identity here.

No one here is always staring at the horns on his head, because everyone has...

No one paid attention to Egger's rich black eye shadow anymore, because everyone had various magic patterns on their faces.

Even the fingernails of the people here are the same as Egger, a rich black color that cannot be melted away.

Frosepina was chatting with several beautiful ladies, showing off something from time to time.

"I want to give my undead army to my son as a gift!" Egger faintly heard this sentence...

"Oh! It's really good. He will definitely like it!" said the lady on the side.

Who would like it!

How about giving me something normal, Mother?

For example, the maids and sisters at home cough cough cough...and so on...

What Chonghua said before is correct. There are only a hundred demons in this world, but there are many succubi as a vassal race. In this castle alone, there must be one succubus serving Frosebina. More than a hundred people!

What makes Egg the most helpless is that these succubi may not be much worse than his current strength...

After all, it is one of the advanced races in hell. Although it is only a vassal of the devils, it is not comparable to other races in any case.

Don't use force...

"That's right! Let me show you the gift I want to give to Egg!" Beryl raised his hand to attract the attention of the surrounding people. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the void, and a dim and incomplete light appeared in it. In his hands.

"Look, look! The incomplete soul!" Beryl shouted excitedly: "That day when I was sleeping..."

"What day are you not sleeping?" Mamen glanced at Belial.

"Don't interrupt me!" Belial waved his hand: "This guy may have just come to hell or something, he actually wants to take my body!"

"Fortunately, I discovered it in time! If it had been a little later..." Beryl looked at Egg with a serious face: "He would have been killed by my head maid..."

Egger: "..."

"Thanks to him for his hard work. The devil's soul and body can be regarded as a whole, so his efforts were in vain..." Belial muttered with some regret.

Damn...this is not the same plot as I expected...

Co-author: Is this the kind of thing you're worried about?

"Send it to you." Belial casually put the soul into Egger's hand: "Incomplete souls are very rare. I only heard that some dark wizards could split the soul about a thousand years ago, but after death, the soul It will still be reorganized, but this one is still incomplete. Isn't it unlucky to encounter a dementor? Hahaha..."

Wait, Dementors?

Iger was stunned when he heard this, and looked at the piece of soul in his hand. Sure enough, Iger found that he had bumped into a fellow countryman...

Egger: “What a coincidence”

Voldemort: "..."

Let me die thank you...

why?

what is this?

I've been damned to hell, why did I still meet this guy?

For a moment, Voldemort felt mixed emotions.

When I first came to hell, I saw a guy who was sleeping very soundly. That guy looked very similar to that kid Egg, and he should be of the same race.

And he looks younger. If I take over his body, I will definitely be stronger, so I can kill back again and seek revenge on that devil kid!

I never expected it... I couldn't take it away, and I couldn't even stand up to the little maid standing next to her bed...

The most disgusting thing is that this guy actually sent me into the hands of Egg!

Voldemort: The baby feels so bitter in his heart, tgbd...