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

On the second day after returning to Hogwarts Castle, when Monigus reappeared at the long table of Slytherin College, he noticed the difference. Some people looked at him from the original disdain and disgust to flickering .

Some people have become more determined with adoring eyes.

Monigus laughed secretly in his heart, Malfoy is indeed a popular weathervane among nobles, even in such matters.

It's just that the platinum prince who always sits at the head of the Slytherin table has disappeared.

In other words, since they returned to Hogwarts, Lucius Malfoy has almost completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

Almost, because someone had seen him in the Slytherin cellar before.

But he didn't take a single class in the seventh grade.

A few days later, on the long table of Slytherin College for breakfast, the owl still brought them today's Daily Prophet.

But the headlines on the front page made the whole Slytherin fall into an eerie silence.

Everyone looked at those few words in disbelief, "The position of the patriarch of the Malfoy family has changed, and old Malfoy has returned to Merlin's arms."

And the big photo on the full page of the report was Lucius Malfoy with platinum blonde hair standing in front of a tombstone with a pale face in an elegant and solemn black wizard robe.

After quickly reading the contents of the report, there were finally voices on the long table, chatting in twos and threes, exchanging news from each other.

After a while, the long table of Gryffindor College also became noisy, and some people even shouted happily: "Look, that old bastard from the Malfoy family is dead."

Hearing that, all the Slytherins looked at the head of the Slytherin table together, but there was no one there, and it was still empty.

The whole Slytherin fell silent. This is probably a kind of sadness. I don’t know if one day, when their relatives pass away, some people will say, "Look, that evil old Slytherin bastard is finally dead." gone."

At this moment, Monigus was furious like never before, looking at the long table of Gryffindor who was still shouting happily, his eyes filled with suppressed anger.

Just as he was about to draw his wand and tell them to shut up, a white hand restrained his movement.

"Take a deep breath, Mooney, don't lose your mind. Headmaster Dumbledore is still watching." Philomena's voice sounded beside her ear.

Monigus took a deep breath as he said, and a clear light flashed across his eyes. He knew that both Lucius Malfoy and Abraxas Malfoy had a place in his heart, which is why he was so impulsive at this time. , and even almost showed his feet in front of that old bee.

"Sorry, Phil, I think I've used it up." He lightly squeezed Philomena's finger with his backhand, and then let go.

Standing up, he was the first to leave the Slytherin table.

The hall, which already had a strange atmosphere, fell silent after Monigus stood up.

Even many people in Gryffindor College secretly held their wands, but they didn't expect that the first-year students who stood up just walked out of the auditorium calmly.

Monigus heard some vicious hisses coming from behind him when he opened the door of the auditorium, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that the voices must be those brainless stupid lions.

With a "click", the door of the auditorium closed again, but it seemed that some switch had been turned on.

The students of Slytherin House stood up one after another, each of them straightened their backs, raised their chins slightly, and left the auditorium without saying a word.

In an instant, the entire Slytherin table was empty.

A table was neatly vacated in the Hogwarts auditorium, as if a corner was missing. If Moniques was here, he could feel the vibration of the auditorium and the screams from Hogwarts.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Gryffindor, who was still in high spirits just now, also suppressed his smile and became quiet.

There are also pure-blood nobles in Gryffindor. They are related to many Slytherin pure-blood noble families. At this time, they are also aware of their despicableness.

That's the joy built on the pain of someone else's loss.

Albus Dumbledore has been sitting on the professor's chair. He saw the whole thing from the beginning to the end, sighed slightly, picked up the spoon and tapped the crystal glass lightly.

The melodious tinkling sound awakened the meditating students.

Dumbledore stood up, smiled and said, "Children, I think you need to speed up. Being late is not a good habit, is it?"

In an instant, the entire auditorium returned to the atmosphere at the beginning of the morning, and all the small Hogwarts animals accelerated their eating speed, as if they didn't see the table that was still very tidy even though there were no people there.

For the next two days, Slytherin House fell into an unprecedented dullness.

Whatever their reasons, their silence was felt throughout Hogwarts.

If you encounter a provocative Gryffindor in the corridor, you will stop sarcasm and draw out your wand directly.

Leave quickly after committing the crime, as long as the professor doesn't catch the scene, who cares what the truth is.

This neat style escalated the conflict between Slytherin House and Gryffindor House, but it also frightened some Gryffindors from jumping out easily.

"Albus, if you let the students continue to fight like this, something will happen." Professor McGonagall frowned and growled at Principal Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting on the chair in the headmaster's office, with his fingers crossed in a tower shape on his chest, wondering what to think.

Looking at Dumbledore's appearance, Mag raised his voice in dissatisfaction, "Albus, did you hear what I said?"

Dumbledore, who was awakened by Professor McGonagall's voice, rubbed his brows wearily, "Minerva, the children are just a little more lively and active, we can't erase their naturalness."

Minerva McGonagall gasped in disbelief, but gave up arguing when she saw the pair of sky blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon glasses, and threw the document in her hand heavily on Dumbledore's desk Turned around and left.

After Professor McGonagall left, the old headmaster Dumbledore sighed helplessly. He knew that Minerva McGonagall was not only a member of the Order of the Phoenix but also a professor at Hogwarts. Fighting against the Dark Lord is even harder.

But now the Slytherin-Gryffindor confrontation was what he needed.

As we all know, most of the pure-blood nobles are on the side of the Dark Lord, and most of them were born in Slytherin, which makes the families behind the current Slytherin students are all on the side of the Dark Lord.

But most of the people on his side are Gryffindors. Whether they are pure-blood wizards or prickly-blooded wizards, most of them are indeed from this academy, even himself.

In such a confrontation, what he hopes is the performance of the other two colleges. He hopes to let them see that Gryffindor is on the side of justice, so as to influence the families behind them through Hogwarts students.

Even if it can only affect them, because after they grow up, they are also a force that cannot be ignored.

Therefore, he cannot and will not prevent such a struggle and such an opposition, even if some people bleed and some are injured.

On the seventh day after Abraxas Malfoy's death was announced, Monigus found Lucius Malfoy sleeping on his sofa with a tired face after he returned to his dormitory.

Monigus paused, then turned the tea towel on the table into a soft blanket and covered the Platinum Prince who was curled up with his knees in his arms.

As if feeling a warm and familiar air approaching, Lucius stretched out his hand and grabbed the heat source close to him, but he didn't wake up.

Monigus looked helplessly at the grasped hand, struggled but did not break away.Pushing harder, he found that Lucius, who was already asleep, moved uneasily, as if he was about to wake up at any moment.

Sighing, Monigus lengthened the sofa that Lucius was sitting on, and he sat on it by himself, then took Lucius' platinum head into his arms and let him rest on his lap.

Following Monigus' movements, Lucius let go of the knees he was holding, and lay down in Monigus' arms in a relaxed manner.

As if feeling comfortable, Lucius rubbed against Monigus' knee unconsciously, the frown between his brows completely relaxed, but he still tightly held the hand in his arms, It's like grabbing at the only straw.

Monigus stretched out his hand to gently caress Lucius' tired sleeping face, smoothed the loose platinum-blond hair behind his ears, and gently poked his forehead.

In the darkened living room, there was an inaudible murmur: "Damn child."

The last thought in Monigus's mind as he closed his eyes and fell asleep was: Malfoy really deserves the best, the Dark Lord's knee is used as a pillow.

In the morning, a ray of sunlight shines into the living room, and gently shines on the two people who are sitting on the sofa and lying on the other, making the room peaceful and happy.

Although the Slytherin cellar is under the Black Lake, all the windows of the Slytherin dormitories are enchanted and still let in sunlight.

The lying figure moved, the long platinum eyelashes fluttered twice, and a pair of silver-gray slightly misty eyes opened.

Lucius Malfoy only felt that this sleep was really comfortable, and the fatigue of the past few days was swept away.

Although his father didn't really die, he entered a magic circle with a hidden location according to the arrangement he and Monigus had arranged before.

That magic circle can support the consumption needed by the father's body, and it also keeps the father's time at the moment when the magic circle is activated.

Things were exactly as they expected. After announcing the death of his father, the Malfoy family, which was succeeded by a 17-year-old underage boy, really became a cream cake in the eyes of those hungry wolves.

The fragrance overflowing attracts them to come up and take a bite.

That is, on the day of his father's funeral, he returned to the manor exhausted alone and received a call from that person.