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

Albus Dumbledore pushed his glasses helplessly, he could still see such an obvious refusal.

The little ghosts from noble families will always have privileges.

"I don't think these privileges are a good thing for you," Albus Dumbledore muttered.

Monigus said seriously: "I don't think that's the case, Mr. Headmaster. Every noble's house elves are their private property, and the nobles order them to serve for free at Hogwarts, in order to let Descendants of their family enjoy a better life at Hogwarts, and it's a fair trade."

"Oh, okay." Albus Dumbledore nodded helplessly, the little snake in Slytherin could never be cute.

"So, Mr. Prince, let's talk about what happened to you yesterday?" Albus Dumbledore snapped his fingers and called a house elf to prepare a cup of honey for him Tea.

"I don't think you need it?" Dumbledore swiped the cup in his hand to Monigus.

"Obviously." Monigus nodded, "To be precise, I don't know what happened."

He thought for a while and continued: "Last night, I went to Dean Slughorn's office to continue our potion improvement experiment as agreed, but the dean is not in the office."

Monigus's eyes flashed, and his fingers seemed to pinch the quilt nervously, "So I left the dean's office and planned to return to the common room. However, I felt very uncomfortable, but I don't know the reason .and then lost consciousness upon reaching the common room."

Albus Dumbledore took all of Monigus's little moves into his eyes, and he knew that Monigus's subconscious little moves showed that he was hiding something.

What was being concealed was probably what Horace had told him about Monigus' actions in his office.

In the eyes of these little nobles, it seems very impolite to touch other people's items without the owner's permission.

Is that why Mr. Prince wanted to hide it?

"Didn't anything special happen before this?" Albus Dumbledore asked, staring into Monigus' black eyes.

Monigus thought about it carefully, and then replied affirmatively: "No."

Dumbledore nodded, stood up and patted Monigus on the shoulder, "Mr. Prince will be in medical recuperation for a while, and you can go back to class until Bobby thinks you are really recovered. Also, thank you grandfather I found a rare potion for you, which saved your fragile magic circle."

Monigus nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Principal."

"Albus, it's time for your visit. I think what Mr. Prince needs most now is to rest." Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded without losing time.

"Oh, yes, Bobby. I'm going to leave." Dumbledore turned and left, then remembered something, took out a handful of candy from the pocket of his weird wizard robe and put it on the small cabinet next to the bed .

"I think these are cute little things that can save your sense of taste from being tortured to death by Bobby's potion." He blinked playfully as he said.

Seeing the back of Albus Dumbledore leaving, Monigus lowered his eyes slightly.

After that, for about a month, he was kept in the medical wing by Madam Pomfrey.

Indeed, as Albus Dumbledore said, his sense of taste was tortured to death by Madam Pomfrey's horribly flavored potion.

When he proposed whether he could brew some delicious potions by himself, Madam Pomfrey ruthlessly refused.

"The flavors of these potions are specially developed by me, just to let you mischievous brats remember these horrible flavors, so that you don't dare to get hurt easily again." Madam Pomfrey said proudly.

Monigus, the former Dark Lord, couldn't bear the defeat when facing the Queen of the Medical Wing, so he could only eat a lot of candies after filling the potion.

Fortunately, Severus didn't abandon his suffering brother, and knew how to customize candy for him in Honeydukes.

On this day, when Monigus was still sitting on the bedside reading a book, a person who surprised Monigus appeared.

"Artinis? Why did you come here by yourself?" Monigus asked in surprise.

It wasn't that the arrival of Artinis Greengrass surprised him, but the arrival of this little snake alone made him a little strange.

Under normal circumstances, just like he and Sif, Phil, and Aiduo, Artinis acts with Regulus and Felix.

Such an order is very rare.

"Can I come in? Senior Monigus?" Artinis asked hesitantly.

Monigus closed the book in his hand, shrugged, "I think you have already done so."

"Oh, yes." Artinis blushed a little annoyed, and she also realized how silly such an opening statement was.

"Sit down and talk about something." Monigus pointed to the chair beside the hospital bed.

Artinis sat down as she said, still wriggling a little uneasy, her pretty eyes flickering and she refused to meet Monigus.

"Okay, Al, don't be nervous, what do you want to say? I think we can start now." As he said that, Monigus waved his hand and cast a silencing spell around him.

Artinis looked at Monigus and said, "Slytherin is back."

Monigus was taken aback, "Huh?"

"I dreamed that the red-eyed snake had returned to the magic world." Artinis said tremblingly.

Monigus was thoughtful upon hearing this.

Looking at the little girl whose eyes were red and still shivering, Monigus reached out and touched her head, "Al, don't scare yourself. Red eyes represent the blood of Slytherin, but it doesn't mean it's Sara Chuck Slytherin himself."

Moniques looked helplessly at the girl who had started to cry, should he praise women for their rich imagination.

No one was more certain than he that Salazar Slytherin was dead.

Because a part of his soul is now in the picture frame in that chamber.

And those magical portraits will only move after the wizard dies and goes to the kingdom of death.

Like Abraxas, whose portrait is still hidden in the Chamber of Secrets at Malfoy Manor, because it is still a portrait.

If someone found that immobile portrait, it would be easy to know Abraxas' current state.

Artinis Greengrass seemed to be comforted, she choked and stopped crying, "Senior Monigus, I was terrified, I thought Lord Salazar Slytherin was resurrected."

It seemed that it was inappropriate to say that again, and continued to explain: "Of course, I'm not saying that his resurrection is not good, but you know, I still have some..."

She made a meaningless exaggeration, "I'm afraid, I dare not tell anyone, I only know that you are someone I can trust with all my heart."

"Okay, Al. I'm still affirming my guess. You're thinking too much. It's not so easy for wizards who go to the kingdom of the dead to come back. This dream may have more symbolic meaning. We all know that DarkLord is the last Slytherin. Descendants." As he spoke, Monigus raised his fingers and compared him.

Artinis nodded, seemed to be persuaded by Monigus, and finally smiled through tears.

"Senior Monigus, how are you doing now?" Artinis wiped her eyes in embarrassment, as if she had just realized that her senior was still a patient lying on a hospital bed.

"Except that the bones of the whole body are hard, everything else looks good." Monigus shrugged and removed the Silencing Charm.

"Oh, by the way, there's also Madam Pomfrey's terrifying potion." As he spoke, Monigus stuck out his tongue, as if vomiting.

"Hehe." Artinis giggled, she had never seen such a lively side of Monigus senior.

"Okay, let's go back, don't think too much." Monigus patted Artinis on the back and sent her out of the medical wing.

After Artinis left, Monigus sat on the edge of the bed thinking about Artinis' dream.

The red-eyed snake is certainly not Salazar Slytherin himself.

It's just about the descendants of Slytherin, besides him, there is also DarkLord, what exactly is it referring to?

Moreover, Artinis' prophetic dreams have always been a little... weird.

Monigus rubbed his temples in trouble, he still remembered the first prophetic dream that the little girl told him, a cauldron.

Until now, Moniques has been struggling, why is it such an unglamorous thing that symbolizes him...

At this moment, the door of the medical wing was pushed open again, Monigus held his forehead a little depressed, why did he have so many visitors today.

"Hi, Money." It was Lily Evans, who hadn't seen her for a long time, poking her head in from the door.

They hadn't seen each other since his Christmas break, and Lily hadn't even visited him while he was in the hospital wing, and her sister Petunia had visited twice.

Monigus smiled, "Lily, long time no see."

Lily shuffled to Monigus's bed, twisted her fingers and said awkwardly, "Yeah, long time no see. You know, I want to get rid of James and the others."

Monigus nodded to express his understanding, but in fact he didn't think so.

"You look good?" Lily asked tentatively.

Monigus still smiled, "Yes, I have been recuperating for a month."

No matter how bad it was for a month, he might have to go see Merlin.

Lily also understood the meaning of his words, and her face turned red from embarrassment.

She lowered her head and took a deep breath, as if mustering up her courage, and said loudly to Monigus: "Money, I like you."