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

Monigus narrowed his eyes, "Then may I know what 'little secret' Mr. Green wants to tell me?"

"Of course." Gail Green spread his hands.

"You have to know that the first event of the Triwizard Tournament is still a few days away. It is well known that the death rate of the Triwizard Tournament is very high. One of the obvious reasons is that the items challenged are difficult and not so suitable for the future. An adult little wizard." Green laughed.

Immediately, the corner of one lip curled up, "Especially a little wizard like Mr. Prince who is only 13 years old."

Lucius looked at Gail Green coldly, he really didn't know what this man meant.

All he can do is to protect Monigus as much as possible, while guarding against Gail Green's sudden attack.

Monigus was calm, and Gail Green's words did not shake him in the slightest.

After all, he is not a 13-year-old kid in his shell.

Gail Green found that Monigus was unmoved, but raised his eyebrows in surprise, then smiled, and continued: "I know the first event of this Triwizard Tournament."

At this point, Gail Green stopped talking and looked at Monigus carefully.

Monigus raised his eyebrows, "Are you finished?"

Gail Green was taken aback by Monigus's reaction.

Monigus nodded, "Then I'm leaving, Mr. Green, goodbye."

Immediately, pulling Lucius, the two turned around and left.

Tuliu Gail Green suppressed the smile on his face and stood where he was.

At this moment, a slightly old voice said: "Gail Green, should I call you Gellert Grindelwald?"

Hearing this voice, Gail Green's body froze slightly, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips again, and he turned slowly, his eyes met those sky blue eyes that were always hidden behind the half-moon glasses.

"It's good to see you, Albus."

Albus Dumbledore's old, benign smile was gone, and he looked old and tired.

"It really is you, Gellert." Dumbledore said calmly, and he expected this result.

Gellert Grindelwald spread his hands and acquiesced, he never wanted to hide from Albus Dumbledore.

So he only made a slight disguise on his appearance, and even the pseudonym he used was no different from his real name.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Gellert concealed the rolling emotions in his eyes, why did he appear here?

Of course it was for the old man with the white beard in front of him.

On the same day, he heard his subordinates report that he didn't feel much when the Triwizard Tournament was re-held, but when it came to the resumption of the competition, it was Albus Dumbledore.

Based on Gellert Grindelwald's understanding of this person, he must want to get something from this game, or to verify something.

"Albus, you're much older." Gellert Grindelwald frowned as he looked at the orange-peel-like face with white hair and white beard.

This look is really annoying. How can Albus Dumbledore's magic make him look so old? I really don't know what he is insisting on.

Albus Dumbledore nodded when he heard this. Compared with the person in front of him, he was indeed much older.

The Gellert Grindelwald in front of him is [-]% like him when he was young, and even the remaining [-]% ​​is not because of the passage of time, but because of the disguise that this person made when he came to Durmstrang.

When Gabriel Krum announced his name that day, Dumbledore became alert because he was too similar, and when he saw a face similar to that person later, he felt as if he was struck by lightning After being hit, the whole body is generally numb.

And this person's behavior is even more undisguised, revealing everywhere that he is Gellert Grindelwald himself.

Albus Dumbledore took a deep breath, "Gellert, this is not the place for you, you should be staying in Nurmengard now."

Gellert Grindelwald put away all the smiles on his face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Albus Dumbledore, I don't think you have forgotten that Nurmengard means to you and me What."

Albus Dumbledore trembled slightly when he heard this.

"Well, I'm glad to see you again and speak so calmly, Albus. Of course, if I didn't see your old face like an orange peel, maybe my mood would be better. Better." Gellert Grindelwald patted Albus Dumbledore on the shoulder with a smile, turned and walked away.

It's just that at the moment of turning around, the smile that was originally hanging on the corner of the lips disappeared, replaced by the slightly pursed corners of the lips and the flash of sternness in the slightly narrowed blue eyes.

For a long time after Gellert Grindelwald left, Albus Dumbledore stood there silently, motionless like a sculpture.

Until the sound of footsteps gradually came from this corner of the Durmstrang campus, the students began to dismiss their classes.

Albus Dumbledore, who had not moved for a long time, sighed inaudibly, and slowly walked away.

It's just that his back seems to be a little more stooped, and he looks even older.

"Huh..." Until then, there was a soft exhalation sound from the direction Monigus attacked.

Sirius Black got out from there, and he looked in the direction where Albus Dumbledore left with a somewhat complicated expression.

"It really is you." And when Sirius Black was relaxing, another voice sounded behind him.

Sirius Black turned back quickly as if startled, and at the same time clenched the wand in his hand, and then looked at the person who appeared behind him in surprise.

"Moniques Prince, why are you?" Sirius Black exclaimed in surprise.

Monigus sneered, "Why can't it be me? Isn't it you who have been following me?"

That's right, Monigus knew from the very beginning that someone was following him, and he deliberately went to this remote corner to shout out loudly.

Originally, I wanted to catch this snake in lion skin and see what he wanted to do.

But he didn't expect to be stepped in by the man named Gail Green.

And after Lucius took him away, he felt unwilling again, so he dived back again.

Unexpectedly, I saw such a big show. Gail Green turned out to be the famous first-generation Dark Lord—Gellert Grindelwald.

Apparently, the information he received in the previous life that there was a lot of entanglement between the White Wizard and the first generation of Dark Lord was completely true.

Such an explosive piece of news didn't cause huge waves in the magic world, and didn't even make a small splash. It was obviously because of his mishandling!Such a good opportunity wasted!

After reflecting on himself, Monigus raised his eyebrows and looked at the petrified Sirius Black.

"I don't seem to have cast a petrification spell on you, have I?"

It seemed that Monigus' tone was too frivolous, or it might be that Monigus' expression was too contemptuous. Sirius, who was embarrassed by being caught for stalking, suddenly felt at ease.

He put away the exaggerated expression on his face, and put on a reserved, elegant and charming aristocratic smile again.

His body also stood up straight again, his chest was raised and his abdomen was retracted, and he no longer had the loose, carefree ruffian look he used to.

Monigus narrowed his black eyes slightly, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. The person in front of him was indeed not what he usually showed at Hogwarts.

The current Sirius Black looks like the heir educated by the ancient and pure Black family. He is noble, elegant, reserved and proud, and looks like a full-fledged nobleman.

It is also the kind of hypocritical and dirty liar that Sirius Black preached at Hogwarts he hated the most.

There was a smile on the corner of Monigus' lips, and he looked at Sirius Black meaningfully.

He really wanted to see what this person wanted to say to him by putting on such a posture.

"As you can see, I am a Black, a nobleman." Sirius Black said.

Monigus nodded, it was obvious.

"I think I..." Before Sirius Black could finish speaking, Philomena's voice came calling Monigus from afar.

Sirius scratched his hair in annoyance, the nobility and elegance on his body just now made him throw him to Java.

"Damn Merlin, let's talk about it next time. Goodbye, Prince." After speaking, Sirius Black quickly ran away.

Monigus looked at the back of Sirius Black a little inexplicably, Philomena came as soon as she came, did he run away in despair?

Turning around, Monigus saw Philomena approaching.

Looking at the young and beautiful girl, the corners of Monigus' lips curved into a real arc unconsciously, "Phil."

Philomena breathed a sigh of relief, bringing up a hazy white mist. She rubbed her somewhat frozen red hands and complained: "This damn weather, it's really freezing to death."

Monigus smiled and added a few warming charms to her casually, and made a few balls of light floating around her.

That kind of light cluster can not only illuminate, but also has the function of heating.It was a variant of the Fire Curse, easier to control than Flame.

"Oh, Moni, you are so sweet. I feel better. The one who ran away just now was that 'gentleman' from Gryffindor." Philomena raised her eyebrows.

Monigus spread his hands, "Obviously."

"Did he come to trouble you?" Philomena folded her hands and asked with a frown.

Monigus covered his forehead with a headache, "Phil, put down your hand, your image, your image."

Philomena coughed lightly in embarrassment and put her hands down.

At Hogwarts, she could still hold a lace fan in her hand to restrain her from making such image-destructive actions, but if she still holds a fan in this icy and snowy environment, it is estimated that St. Mungo The people who are here will take her away directly.

"Guess what he came to me for?" Monigus smiled mysteriously.