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

On another Wednesday night, Monigus walked into Horace Slughorn's office punctually in the hallway of the Slytherin cellar, speaking to the statue of Medusa.

It's been over a month since Slughorn offered to mentor him at the Halloween party at the Slug Club, where Monigus appears every Wednesday night.

It just seemed a little different today, because when Monigus opened the door and walked into the office, he found that there was no one there, and even their research results for more than a month were still gurgling on the potion workbench. bubbling.

"Dean Slughorn?" Monigus called tentatively.

Although he was very sure in his heart that there was no one in the room.

Sure enough, as he expected, no one responded to him.

Horace Slughorn offered to teach him before, asking him what kind of problem he encountered, and he needed to find the answer in the restricted section of the library.

Naturally, it was impossible for Monigus to tell him the truth, but he only reasoned that he was researching a potion formula.

It is the magic power stabilizer, which is a potion that can be used after the wizards' magic power riots. The effect is to calm down their violent and disordered magic power.

And Monigus wants to improve this formula. His improvement direction is to make the effect of the potion more mild, and it is more suitable for minor wizards who are more prone to magic riots because they don't know how to control the power in their bodies.

In the end, this potion can appease the magic riots of little wizards, and even taking it regularly can effectively prevent them from having magic riots.

The improvement of this potion formula was originally planned by Monigus to launch at the right time in the future, not only to make the wizards' most precious cubs safer, but also to reduce the formation of acquired squibs.

This is the stepping stone for Monigus to earn a good reputation for him in the future. I believe that no matter whether it is a bitch wizard or a pure blood wizard, even a squib will be grateful to him.

Now that there is already a black demon king who can no longer be black standing opposite the white wizard, there is no need for him to dye himself black and throw him into such a dangerous vortex.

Perhaps, neutrality is a good choice.

What's more, in order to lure Slughorn's backhand out, Monigus had to throw out a bait with some weight.

Temporarily take out this achievement of his own, but it is only a semi-finished product. Slughorn is still a good master of potions.

A passable assistant, if he wasn't so keen on keeping the work for himself.

It's just that it seems unreasonable for the smooth dean of Slytherin to make such a disrespectful move and leave his "guest" alone in the room.

Monigus frowned slightly, and he began to observe the room carefully. He always felt that what happened today was unusual.

Even Monigus could vaguely smell the conspiracy, maybe today he will know what kind of tricks Horace Slughorn is playing.

Monigus searched inch by inch with his eyes, not letting go of every corner.

He believed that if Slughorn was up to something, the bait must be in this room.

Unless everything today is a coincidence, however, is it possible?

Monigus sneered coldly, how could it be possible.

Just as Monigus was still searching, the door of Horace Slughorn's office clicked open.

Monigus looked back and saw that it was Horace Slughorn who had entered.

Quietly retracting the wand that had slipped to his fingertips, Monigus showed an aristocratic reserved smile, "Dean Slughorn."

"Oh, Monigus, you're already here. I'm so sorry, Principal Dumbledore just asked me for something urgent, so I came back late." As he spoke, Slughorn secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead Go to his seat and sit down.

At this moment, Monigus was thankful that his prudence prevented him from making a fool of himself now. Just now he had been standing at the entrance to observe and didn't rummage through with his hands, otherwise he would definitely be caught now.

Even if he could order the Medusa on the office door to refuse to serve Slughorn, wouldn't that make him too different?

Monigus lifted his feet and walked a few steps, came to the potion workbench, observed the potion in the crucible, and said, "It's okay, Dean Slughorn, I just arrived too."

Horace Slughorn walked up to Monigus and patted him on the shoulder: "Monigus, your talent in potions is really outstanding, you are worthy of being Prince The descendants of the family. If I can have the same resources as you, I must be able to break through my current bottleneck."

Monigus lowered his eyes slightly, a cold light flashed across his pupils, and a little scarlet flashed in the darkness.

This fat man is really not ordinary greedy, not to mention wanting to monopolize his own research results, but now he dares to play the Prince family's idea.

"Of course, it's my honor. I want to borrow a book or two from the manor, and my grandfather won't blame me." If you want to enter a nobleman's manor, you must have that ability.

One Horace Slughorn wasn't enough.

A hint of disappointment and dissatisfaction flashed in Horace Slughorn's eyes, but he still showed surprise on his face, "Oh, Merlin! That's really great, you know that the Prince family's library is a place where many people Jealousy exists."

Monigus smiled decently, "Thank you for your compliment, Dean."

Immediately, his gaze shifted to the potion that was still bubbling on the potion workbench, "It looks like it should be put in the stem of the blackblood vine now?"

Slughorn also took a look at the potion, nodded and said, "Oh, I think so."

The two quickly started to put the stems of the black blood vines that had been cut into even small pieces into the crucible. Looking at the liquid surface that had calmed down again, Monigus felt disgusted in his heart. It was still his own crucible made of pure mithril. good.

Before curfew, Monigus was brewing potions in Slughorn's office.

What annoys him a little is that this fat man often tries to see if he has any other novel ideas, maybe he can give some guidance.

Although Monigus was not as fanatical about potions as Severus was, he was also extremely disdainful of this kind of behavior similar to thieves.

Why doesn't he remember that in his last life, his professor actually had such a side, maybe because he was just an excellent student without any background at that time?

One minute before the curfew, Monigus stepped into the Slytherin common room. Fortunately, Slughorn's office was very close to the common room, so he could still walk back with an elegant pace, and No need to run like a reckless Gryffindor.

Severus, who was still sitting on the sofa reading a book, looked up at Monigus when he saw Monigus return to the common room, and then looked down at the book again.

Monigus saw Severus sitting in the common room waiting for him, with a happy arc on his lips, he stepped forward and took out the book in Severus's hand to close it, messing up his shoulders. black hair.

"Sev, it's late, you should go to bed." He said, pulling him up and walking towards the dormitory.

Severus was held in one hand by Monigus, and with the other he was trying to straighten his messy hair.

Hissed in a low voice: "Money, if you mess with my hair again, I'll put your head in the cauldron and boil it."

Monigus turned his head and looked at him slyly, and said with a smile, "Didn't you say the same thing last time?"

"Monigus Prince!" Severus looked at Monigus dangerously.

Monigus raised a hand in surrender, he knew that if he continued to tease, Severus would explode, and he might actually drug him by then.

You know, if Severus was determined to drug him, he might as well be.

"Hmph." At the door of the dormitory, Severus snorted coldly, snatched his book back from Monigus' hands, and slammed the door in front of Monigus' nose vigorously.

Moniques touched his nose with a delicate expression. Should he thank Irene? Fortunately, he looks like Irene instead of Tobias. Otherwise, the bridge of the bridge of the nose might be broken right now. .

He didn't want to have a crooked nose like Dumbledore's old bee, although he asked for it.

Shrugging helplessly, Monigus turned and walked back to his dormitory. He still needs to think about some issues.

Back in his dormitory, Monigus didn't light up the dimly lit dormitory, but just snapped his fingers to call the house elf to prepare a glass of wine for him.

Right now, he needs a little alcohol to stimulate his brain, and at the same time relax the ups and downs of the night.

Holding a crystal goblet, Monigus stood in front of the living room window, looking at the scenery under the black lake outside the window.

The refracted moonlight gently sprinkled to the bottom of the lake, illuminating his somewhat complicated expression.

Had what happened tonight been by Horace Slughorn's deliberate design?

Monigus thinks it is, but there should be some unexpected situation that caused him to give up this plan.

So, he rushed back at that time.

He even gave up the aristocratic demeanor he always insisted on, and ran back.

So, what exactly happened?

Horace Slughorn said at the time that Dumbledore was looking for him, so would it have something to do with Albus Dumbledore?

Monigus narrowed his eyes slightly, Albus Dumbledore, you are really stubborn, you defeated the first generation of Dark Lord, created the second generation of Dark Lord, do you still want to create the third generation now? Dark Lord?

Hehe, Monigus lowered his eyes to look at the charming color in the goblet, then raised his hand and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Use any moves you have, and I, Monigus Prince, will follow.