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

What surprised Monigus was that beside Lucius there was another person he was familiar with—Philomena.

Monigus raised his eyebrows, he thought he knew why Phil was here.

"Lucius, wake up." Monigus patted Lucius' snow-white cheek, and took the platinum noble who had been let go by the vine into his arms and helped him up.

"Hmm..." Lucius raised his hand and pressed his forehead with some headaches, then frowning and frowning as if remembering something, he stopped.

Seeing Monigus' face and the surrounding environment, Lucius narrowed his eyes slightly, then figured out the situation, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn Merlin."

Monigus saw that there was nothing wrong with Lucius, so he let him go, then took his hand and said, "Let's get out of here first."

Lucius didn't say anything, and followed Monigus out.

He was still a little worried at first, but when he saw Monigus's method of walking the maze, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "You're not cheating?"

Monigus looked back at him and smiled reservedly: "Existence is reasonable."

Finally, when Monigus smashed the last plant wall, the long-lost sunlight shone on their faces.

Immediately, there was warm applause from the entire arena, and his game was over.

"Oh, that's wonderful! Let's congratulate Monique Prince of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft, he is our well-deserved champion."

Lucius and Monigus looked at each other and smiled, and both of them bowed slightly to thank the audience for their applause.

And in Hogwarts, the little animals who were shocked by Moniques blowing up the walls of the maze also began to cheer. They Hogwarts won the Triwizard Tournament champion.

Severus sat quietly in his seat, watching others cheer, but the slight curve of his lips showed his good mood.

It's just that he didn't notice the unnatural expression on the girl beside him when she looked at the hands of Monigus and Lucius in the crystal mirror.

At the end of the game, they took a short rest and left Durmstrang led by Albus Dumbledore, and Lucius also hitched a ride with them on the way.

"What are you thinking?" Lucius wiped his long hair carefully with a soft towel, and asked while leaning on the bed and looking out the window at Monigus, who was obviously distracted.

Monigus turned his head, got out of the bed, took the towel from Lucius, and made people sit down, while he stood behind Lucius and helped him dry his hair.

"I'm thinking about the last item, what is it that judges you to be my treasure?" Monigus said with some confusion.

Lucius squinted his eyes comfortably after being rubbed by Monigus, like a lazy cat, he thought for a while and said: "Money, I think you are too nervous, maybe you are not as nervous as you are. It's as complicated as you think."

"Oh? How do you say it?" Monigus asked as he put down the towel in his hand.

Lucius nodded his chin and continued: "If we were in the UK, the target might be very broad, including your family, friends, and lover. However, we are in Durmstrang, and the only candidates here are Me and Philomena."

Monigus sat down opposite Lucius, and nodded thoughtfully while listening to his words.

"In the eyes of Hogwarts students, I am your best friend, and the relationship between Philomena and Clifford Stowe has not been a secret for almost a year. Obviously, treasures can be lovers or lovers. A close friend can be a family member. What do you think?" Lucius looked at Monigus.

Monigus nodded, "You're right, Lucius. Maybe I'm thinking too much."

Lucius smiled, and then he was still a little confused and said: "But to be honest, I also feel a little strange about this project. I feel that the purpose of the person who designed this project is not just for competition."

Monigus frowned when he heard this, but he also felt the same way.

Immediately, Lucius smiled in relief, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "But it's just a feeling, there is no evidence."

Monigus shook his head slightly, "No, I think you're right. The design of this project is very abrupt and not rigorous enough."

"In short, we can go back to England, and you have won the Triwizard Tournament, and judging from the feedback from Hogwarts, your reputation in Hogwarts has reached an unprecedented height." Lu Hughes laughed.

Monigus also smiled, "Yes, the biggest goal has been achieved, as for those conspiracies and tricks, hmph."

Soon, a group of 11 of them returned to Hogwarts, and Monigus was congratulated by almost all the young Hogwarts wizards.

The reason why I say almost is because there are still a few people who are not so friendly to him.

However, for Monigus, those few people are already negligible, not to mention, he has gained a more meaningful career in Durmstrang.

Thinking about it, Monigus glanced over the back of the black-haired boy, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of his lips.

The next month was too easy for Monigus. Others needed to do their final review, but Monigus didn't have to take this final exam.

Because he had already won the Triwizard Tournament for Hogwarts, he deserved the first place in this school year.

For this result, Monigus is still very satisfied. He is actually not very willing to waste time on such things. Now he still has too many things to do.

And the one thing in front of him was the soul piece in Ravenclaw's crown that he had soaked in the potion for many days. Obviously he had been fed, so he could take the next step.

"You look really good." Monigus said to the soul piece that had almost materialized.

Crown smiled and nodded, "It can't be better, I can even touch anything now."

Monigus raised his eyebrows, "You are really easy to satisfy."

Guan Guan smiled wryly, "You have to know how many years I haven't enjoyed the treatment of touching the real thing. If you haven't experienced it, you will never know how painful this feeling is."

Monigus looked at the melancholy face on the crown and stopped trying to tease him with words. He actually understood that feeling.

It's just that every time he faces the crown, his mood is always complicated. Maybe changing his face can make him look more pleasing to the eye?

"Okay, let's get started." Monigus said and made a gesture, letting the crown stand aside.

Immediately, he began to take out some prepared materials from the magic handbag he carried with him, but in the end it turned out to be a Thestral that Haierbo had brought from the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh, thestrals?" Guan Dian exclaimed when he saw the ugly animal.

"Hmm, I think a pure life like a unicorn is not suitable for you. Although thestrals are not evil, they are related to death after all. The body sacrificed from it should be more suitable for you." Monique As Si said, his hands kept moving, and he had already begun to draw strange runes one after another on the floor.

Crown raised her eyebrows, but did not answer Monigus' words.

Monigus continued: "Moreover, this Thestral is not ordinary. It is a royal family among the Thestrals. Although it is not their king now, it can still be regarded as a high bloodline."

If it wasn't for the fact that the acromantula didn't have any mysterious power, even if it was used for sacrifice, it would be a defective product. Monigus didn't mind at all to wipe out the group of uninvited guests in the Forbidden Forest.

Merlin knew his shock when he learned that there were so many dangerous creatures of that kind in the Forbidden Forest, and he wondered if Albus Dumbledore's brain had been completely salted with sugar.

How could he allow that big fool to raise such a creature in the Forbidden Forest?And let them reproduce without restraint?

Don't they know that the Acromantula's favorite food is wizards?Especially the white and tender underage wizards, for them, they are simply the most delicious desserts.

Just thinking of the current form, Monigus endured it, but during school, Haierbo would stay near the acromantula's lair, fortunately Haierbo was also very interested in the acromantula, It's also a good snack.

Monigus habitually ignored Haierbo's evaluation of the acromantula every time he returned from the summons: it tastes crunchy.

After finally drawing the required magic circle, Monigus moved his fingers, and the sleeping Thestral landed in the middle of the magic circle.

Monigus continued to squat down and draw the rune on the Thestral's body. When the last stroke of the rune was drawn in the correct position, the entire magic circle gradually lit up.

Looking at the magic circle that had begun to communicate magic power, Monigus smiled with satisfaction, and then he exited the magic circle and began to input magic power into the entire magic circle.

Soon, wind began to blow in the laboratory where Monigus was, and the wind gradually increased.

If Moniques hadn't put away all the paper materials in this room in advance, the room would definitely be scraped and covered with paper scraps.

The crown also felt the coercion from this space, and his already solid figure began to become illusory again, no longer trying to be brave, and he immediately returned to the Ravenclaw crown where he lived.

Perhaps this is the last use of this long-used house.

The wind in the room blew Monigus' long black hair and rustled his robe, but none of this affected him.

Monigus was still steadily inputting magic power into the magic circle, and the mantra he was chanting did not stop until the light of the whole magic circle suddenly became dazzling.

Monigus was so shaken that he had to close his eyes, and then he felt that the wind that was blowing his cheek sorely had stopped.

When he opened his eyes again, Monigus looked in surprise at a naked and perfect body lying in the center of the magic circle.

He really didn't expect that what he got from this sacrifice turned out to be such a creature.