[Comprehensive British and American] The Second Coming of the Demon King

The remnant soul already understood that he had fallen into the trap of the boy in front of him. He offered his loyalty, but the boy bound his soul with a contract.

Looking at the boy with a complicated expression, Guan Guan smiled wryly: "If you can give me an immortal body, it will indeed be eternal life."

Monigus smiled confidently, "It's not too difficult to find an immortal body for you with the method of alchemy."

The remnant soul looked at Monigus in surprise, never expecting this man to have such a chance, since alchemy has almost been lost in the magic world.

Nick Flamel is the only wizard known for his alchemy today.

The remnant soul nodded, and murmured: "There is indeed a reason for you to be able to achieve today's achievements."

Facing his former soul piece, Monigus actually had a complicated mood.

Facing the split soul piece is tantamount to facing his shame, his failure.

However, with Monigus's tough heart now, he can accept this. Only by crossing this hurdle can he make further progress.

"As a soul fragment, you have been imprisoned in the crown for many years, and you are still too weak now." Monigus looked at the remnant soul thoughtfully and said, "I will strengthen the strength of your soul for you."

Crown nodded.

Now he can no longer have any thoughts of betrayal against Monigus, and he can't even object.

However, he also approved of Monigus' decision from the bottom of his heart.

It is naturally impossible for Monigus to cheat on Guan Dian under such circumstances, after all, Guan Dian has become the most loyal existence to him.

With that said, Monigus set up the cauldron and began to move his hands.

Since he handed over the potions workshop to Severus, the alchemy laboratory has been remodeled by him to meet most of his work needs.

The crown floated in mid-air and watched Monigus' movements, raised his eyebrows unconsciously and praised, "As expected of Prince's blood, you look so charming when you brew the potion."

Monigus was still staring at the liquid in the crucible, and even looked stingy at giving the crown, just said lightly: "I suggest you go back to sleep in the crown, otherwise I don't mind forcing you at all."

Guan Mian pursed her mouth in depression, this dead child is not cute at all, and in the end he had no choice but to return to Guan Mian, in fact, he was a little tired after floating outside for so long.

It's just that he has nostalgia for not seeing things outside for too long.

Meanwhile, the DarkLord in Voldemort Manor in England was taking a nap, but suddenly opened his scarlet eyes.

The expression in his eyes fluctuated, and he seemed to be aware of something, but after all, he didn't catch the flash of light in his mind, and in the end he just frowned, closed his eyes again and fell asleep.

Monigus was still brewing the potion leisurely. In fact, it was not a special prescription, it was just an enhanced version of his improved soul stabilizer.

The only thing he needs to test is whether this potion is suitable for Horcruxes, but even if it fails, he can still continue to improve it.

It took about a month before Monigus finally let the crown enjoy the medicinal bath that can strengthen the soul.

But at this time, Monigus began to worry faintly, because Christmas is here.

But there was no news about Lucius who left.

In previous Christmases, Monigus would visit Abraxas with Lucius and strengthen his magic circle.

Because Lucius was going out to perform the task assigned by DarkLord, he couldn't contact Lucius when Lucius didn't take the initiative to contact him.

Of course, he still has the ring with Lucius to find him.

However, that is a means to be used in unavoidable situations.At least, not right now.

Although Monigus was worried, he secretly felt that Lucius was not in any danger now, and he should just be tripped by something.

Unable to wait for Lucius, Monigus had no choice but to go to reinforce Abraxas' magic circle by himself.

It's just that his own magic power is still a bit reluctant. In order to avoid irreversible consequences, Monigus had to hold the potion bottle that can restore magic power in his mouth and drink it when necessary.

Although it was a bit ugly, after all, he was the only one here and now, so it wasn't too embarrassing.

However, in his heart, Monigus had already made a mark on Lucius, and when he came back, he must take it back mercilessly.

After Monigus finally strengthened Abraxas' magic circle, even with the supplement of potion, he was still in a state of embarrassment and almost drained of all the magic power in his body.

Monigus felt as if he couldn't lift a single finger, lying on the cold floor, dizzy for a while, and then lost consciousness.

Waking up again, Monigus felt the pain all over his body. He grinned and murmured, "Lucius, if you don't give me a satisfactory explanation when you come back, I will make you look good."

Suppressing the discomfort in his body, Monigus found out the potion that would make him feel better from the portable potion box he carried with him, and drank it all at once.

At this time, he really felt fortunate that he didn't have the same hobbies as Severus, otherwise it must be miserable now.

After resting for a while, the effect of the potion gradually came into play, and Monigus felt his body gradually warm up, and he was no longer as stiff as a living corpse.

Standing up, looking at the pleated robe on his body, Monigus twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Who would have known that the Dark Lord would have such an embarrassing side.

Leaving this secret room, Monigus immediately returned to his home. He needed a hot bath that could relax his nerves.

After the Christmas break, Monigus returned to Durmstrang, but still no word came from Lucius.

This also directly caused Monigus's mood to get worse and worse. Didn't he know that he would be worried about this damned platinum peacock!

However, there is one thing that divides Monigus' attention, and that is the second item of the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

It was also the latest return date that Lucius had agreed with him.

And the small note obtained from the first project in front of him has shown its original appearance under the efforts of Monigus.

Through rearrangement and combination, the content on this note should be a clue for the second project, because it is a place name.

It appears that the location of the second project is not within the boundaries of Durmstrang.

However, Monigus was a little confused. The place given on the note seemed to be very cold and rarely populated.

He was a little confused about the purpose of this project, what exactly did he want to do?

Finally, the day before the second event of the Triwizard Tournament, Monigus saw Lucius passed out in his dormitory covered in blood.

"Lucius!" The moment Monigus opened the dormitory, he smelled a strong smell of blood, and then saw Lucius lying on the floor.

"Damn Merlin, what's wrong with you." Monigus threw away the book in his hand, strode up to Lucius's side and picked him up.

Looking at the blood stains on Lucius' robe, Monigus frowned and tore it apart, and the high-quality robe was shattered into pieces.

Seeing the wounds on Lucius' body and his pale face, Monigus' eyes became darker. He took a deep breath and hugged Lucius to the bed.

After more than a dozen body-checking spells went down, Monigus finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Lucius looked very embarrassed and was seriously injured, they were all skin traumas. The most serious thing was that he lost too much blood, which made him unconscious.

However, these problems were not too difficult in front of Monigus's potion, which gave Lucius a blood tonic and a potion for restoring physical strength.

Monigus began to treat the large and small wounds on Lucius' body. These wounds were not only caused by magic, but also scratches?

What happened to Lucius?

Apply ointment to Lucius's wounds, but there are several deep and long wounds that make Monigus frown, which are obviously wounds caused by black magic.

It is useless to treat such a wound with medicine, because the magic power left in it will always hinder the healing of the wound, and even cause the wound to deteriorate.

Monigus dealt with several black arts he recognized, and there was still one left, which made him a little unsure.

After all the wounds were bandaged, Lucius' face was no longer as pale as before, and now it looked much rosier.

Gently stroking Lucius' slightly thinned cheeks, sighing helplessly, Monigus stretched out his fingers and poked his forehead, but he was not willing to use too much force after all.

In the end, he had to carefully avoid Lucius' wound, covered him with a quilt, held Lucius' hand, and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to wake up.

Around midnight, Lucius felt that the pain in his body had eased a lot and he no longer felt cold.When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw Monigus who was lying on his bedside and sleeping unsteadily.

"Are you awake?" Lucius woke up and moved slightly, and Monigus was awakened.

"Yeah." Lucius slowly raised his hand and touched Monigus' cheek. He felt like he hadn't seen this guy for a long time.

Monigus beckoned, and the cup that had been put on the table with a heat-retaining spell came into his hand.

Gently helped Lucius sit up and leaned against his arms, then carefully fed him water.

"Hmm." Lucius moaned comfortably as if his thirsty throat was moistened by warm water.

"Is there any other discomfort?" Monigus asked Lucius to lie down again.

Lucius shook his head, then said uncertainly, "You seem a little hungry?"

Monigus knocked his head helplessly, "You rest for a while, I have to go to the kitchen."

If he wanted food now, he could only go to the kitchen.Fortunately, when he came to Durmstrang this time, Dumbledore still brought two house-elves with him for emergencies.

Obviously, the cloves that Prince's family served at Hogwarts were not among them, so Monigus had to go to the temporary kitchen.

"Oh, Mr. Prince." After opening the kitchen door, Monigus regretted it because he saw an old man with a white beard eating a cake.

The tall cream piled on top of the cake made Monigus twitch the corners of his mouth.

Albus Dumbledore is still eating sweets so late, isn't he really afraid of rotting all the teeth in his mouth?

Taking a deep breath, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Monigus bowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a perfect arc, "Mr. Principal, good night."

"Would you like some?" Albus Dumbledore picked up his cake plate and winked at Monigus.

Monigus immediately shook his hand, "Thank you, I can't think about it."

"I need some hot soup and bread, can I?" Monigus turned his head and said to the house elf waiting on the side.

"Lili is willing to serve sir." The house-elf immediately shouted loudly.

Monigus nodded, and had to sit down and wait reluctantly, and deal with Dumbledore by the way.