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

"This robe looks like it won't be worn today." Monigus picked up the robe that Lucius had custom-made for him, and the few stains on it were particularly conspicuous.

Lucius rubbed his sore waist and got off the bed, walked to him and looked at the thing on the robe, his cheeks blushed slightly, but he also frowned and said, "I can't wear it anymore, let's change."

Monigus shrugged innocently, "Actually, even if it's not dirty, I can't wear this outfit today. Your style is too obvious in this clothes."

Lucius nodded, indeed.

Raising his hand and swiping, a line of silver-green numbers appeared, "Money, I think we need to hurry up, we don't have much time left."

When the two of them tidied themselves up and came to the fireplace in the living room downstairs, there were only 10 minutes left before the time Lucius had agreed with that person.

"Is it okay?" Lucius looked at Monigus with some concern and asked.

Monigus' eyes sank, and then he smiled confidently: "Of course."

He is fully prepared to face his previous life, and he thinks he will never lose this time.

He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it on the fireplace, and when the green flames sprang up, Lucius said clearly, "Voldemort Manor." Then he walked gracefully into the fireplace.

Instantly disappeared.

Seeing Lucius disappear, Monigus heaved a sigh of relief, and also followed his footsteps and disappeared into the fireplace in Malfoy Manor.

The moment he stepped out of the fireplace, all the hesitation and complexity on Monigus disappeared. When he saw the manor with the familiar decoration style, although he was still in a daze for a moment, he quickly adjusted himself.

Lucius, who turned around and waited, saw the look on Monigus' face, and inexplicably let go of all the worries in his heart. He knew that Monigus was fully prepared.

One of the two led the way, the other followed, their steps were elegant and swift, and they soon reached a closed door.

Lucius took one more look at Monigus, making sure that there was nothing wrong with him, then turned around and knocked on the door respectfully, "Master, Mr. Monigus Prince has arrived."

"Come in." A deep and magnetic voice came from inside the door.

Lucius gestured to Monigus, then opened the door, bowed slightly to the person inside the door, and did not enter the room, but signaled Monigus to enter alone.

Moniques and Lucius nodded, with polite and distant smiles on the corners of their lips.

The two passed by, Monigus walked straight into his own study in the previous life, and Lucius closed the door of the study gently behind him, then turned and left quickly.

"Respected Your Excellency the Duke of Darkness, it's an honor to meet you." Monigus bowed gracefully and saluted.

Sitting behind the desk, the man wearing an elegant black wizard robe narrowed his scarlet eyes slightly, and then a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Monigus Prince?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." The smile on Monigus's face remained the same, as if he was not irritated by the arrogance of the person in front of him.

He was indeed not irritated. He knew too well about his once arrogant character, and he could even know what he was thinking at this moment.

DarkLord nodded slightly, then stretched out a pale hand, pointed to a high-backed chair opposite him and said, "Sit."

Monigus nodded and said, "Thank you." Then he lifted his foot to the chair, sat upright, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his robe.

DarkLord has been watching his movements with a smile. At this time, he moved, elegantly put one leg on the other, his upper body was also tilted, and his elbows rested on the armrest on one side. on the chin.

Seeing him making such an action, Monigus twitched the corners of his eyes inadvertently, because he knew that this meant that he was beginning to be interested in something.

And right now, it was obviously one person that interested DarkLord, and it was him—Monigus Prince.

"I heard that you and he jointly developed the recipe that allowed Horace Slughorn to win the Order of Merlin?" After a moment of silence, DarkLord said, but there was a hint of playfulness in his voice.

Hearing this, Monigus looked at him and shrugged helplessly, "It seems so."

"Hehe," with a chuckle, DarkLord's scarlet eyes sparkled with interest, "Actually, that formula is your painstaking effort?"

Monigus raised his eyebrows without denying it.

"I know very well who the smooth dean of our Slytherin is, and his partner is an heir to the Prince family, so the truth is about to come out." DarkLord nodded his chin and said.

Monigus nodded, "Dean Slughorn has indeed contributed a lot."

With a snort, DarkLord looked at Monigus with an idiotic look.

Monigus raised his hand in embarrassment and touched his nose, which seemed a bit hypocritical... There is no way, this kind of face-to-face scene with his former self is still a bit exciting for him.

"Your performance in the Triwizard Tournament this time was very eye-catching. You are indeed a very talented little wizard, but it's a pity that you have a confused mother." A complicated look flashed across his eyes.

If Moniques didn't know the person in front of him, maybe he would draw out his wand and ask him to settle the score when he said Irene like this, but the complexity in his eyes made him see it clearly.

He sighed secretly in his heart, as expected, no matter the him in the previous life or the him in this life, his mother was a taboo in their hearts, but the reasons were different.

Monigus lowered his eyes slightly, not letting the look in his eyes show, but tightened the robe by his side a little bit, looking like a dejected child.

DarkLord looked at the young man in front of him, his expression softened slightly, "Your current strength is enough for everyone to look at you seriously and dare not look down on you."

Hearing the man's awkward consolation, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Monigus' lips with his head lowered. He knew what kind of appearance could bring out the softness in this man's heart.

Taking a deep breath obviously, Monigus raised his head sharply, his black eyes seemed to be able to shine brightly, "I have been working hard to strengthen myself, and none of the Slytherin students dare to underestimate me."

DarkLord nodded slightly, very satisfied with the young man in front of him, "Are you willing to dedicate your loyalty to me? I can give you a lot."

Moniques widened his eyes in surprise, then bit his lips, hesitated and said: "I really hope to offer you my loyalty, but I am not strong enough now, I hope that through my own efforts I have the qualifications to follow you."

DarkLord raised his eyebrows slightly, he was a little surprised to get such an excuse, and the young man in front of him seemed to make him even more satisfied.

Looking at the undisguised adoration in the eyes of the young man in front of him, he nodded knowingly, "Okay then, when you are an adult, let's take a look at the result together. However, I hope that before that, you can help me Do what you can."

Monigus nodded in response. He never expected to use such an excuse to fend off the olive branch extended by the Dark Lord. Now this ending is the best he can get so far.

He believed that if he did not agree to do things for the Dark Lord at this time, then this person in front of him would put pressure on his grandfather when he turned around.

Back then, Dominic had already slapped the Dark Lord in face, if he was forced to join the Death Eaters at this time, it would definitely end badly.

However, he is different.

Because he is younger and more dazzling, although the strength he is showing now is not shocking, but you must know that he is only 14 years old now.

This means that he has unlimited potential. Who can know his future?Neither could Merlin.

Therefore, DarkLord will definitely not kill the heir of an ancient family under the circumstance that it is possible to subdue it.

What's more, the strength shown by him now is much stronger than that of ordinary Death Eaters. What's more, in the eyes of others, his specialty is far from magic, but potions.

This is also why DarkLord tried his best to win over the Prince family back then, and even after failing, he did not destroy the family.

And Monigus agreed to do things for the Duke of Darkness secretly, obviously also to express his apology.

These reasons are tacitly understood by both of them.

"You are indeed a very interesting person, at least more interesting than your grandfather." DarkLord said with a chuckle.

Monigus also showed a slight smile, "My pleasure."

DarkLord raised his finger, and a roll of parchment flew out of the cabinet next to the desk, and landed accurately on Monigus's hand.

Monigus unfolded the parchment, swept it from top to bottom, and looked at DarkLord in surprise, "Soul stabilizer?"

DarkLord restrained the smile on the corner of his lips, "Yes, I hope you can help me improve this potion formula."

Monigus nodded, a troubled look on his face.

"What?" Dark Lord asked.

Monigus seemed to be awakened from thinking, "Oh, no, it's nothing. It's just a little difficult. This formula has been passed down for thousands of years, but it has never been improved, not even within the Prince family."

What Monigus said was indeed the truth, and he also knew why DarkLord needed this thing, and even more why he needed an improved version of the soul stabilizer.

Does it seem that ordinary soul stabilizers have no effect on him?Has the situation gotten so bad now?

DarkLord also fell silent, and then the corners of his lips curved into a familiar arc again, "I believe you can do it."

When Monigus heard this, the expression in his eyes changed, and finally turned into a smile, "I will."