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

Gellert Grindelwald pulled out his wand, and began to recite awkward spells in his mouth. Wisps of bright white light began to wrap around the tip of his wand, and then began to wrap around Monigus following his gestures, and finally Wrap his whole body into a cocoon.

When the entire spell was cast, even Gellert Grindelwald was a little reluctant, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He had done his part, and the enchanted Monigus would do the rest.

There was already a low sound of chanting incantations in the white light cocoon, the white light cocoon began to harden slowly, and a trace of red began to be dyed on it, until the red covered two-thirds of the entire light cocoon, it could barely stop .

Gellert Grindelwald stared at the weird light cocoon in front of him without blinking, until there was a slight "click" sound.

In the end, the red and white light cocoon shattered like an eggshell, and Monigus crawled out of it in embarrassment.

Gellert Grindelwald curled his lips, waved his hand and levitated Monigus, who looked like a dead dog, and threw him on the sofa.

"Failed?" Gellert Grindelwald asked.

Monigus gasped for a while before feeling alive, "Well, it failed."

He stretched out his hand to look at his palm, then squeezed it tightly, and the corners of his lips curled into a beautiful arc, "Although it failed, I think it's one step closer."

There was a gleam in Gellert Grindelwald's eyes, and the same smile hung on his handsome face.

"This is really good news." Gellert Grindelwald tapped his fingers rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa, "Where do you think we need to improve?"

Monigus, who had already recovered, tidied himself up, but couldn't restore his former tidy image. He thought for a while and said, "In terms of magic power input, I think it's still a little bit worse."

Gellert Grindelwald nodded, raised his hand and swiped, revealing a line of curfew, "Curfew is about to come, you should go back."

"Okay." Monigus nodded, took a deep breath, stood up vigorously, and walked out of Gellert Grindelwald's office gracefully as usual.

Only he himself knows that now he can be blown down by a gust of wind, his whole body feels sore as if he has been smashed by a hammer, and his legs feel like they have been filled with lead. Every step seems to consume what is left in his body. strength.

But he still maintained his grace until he was supported by a pair of slender but powerful hands.

"Lucius." Monigus secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If there was no Lucius, he would probably be regarded as a night tour student.

Because walking back to the Slytherin dungeon at his pace would be well past curfew.

"I knew you would look like this when you came back from him. You were almost bumped into by Professor McGonagall last time." Lucius complained softly.

Monigus smiled wryly. Although Gellert Grindelwald was Lucius' savior, he was the one who injured Lucius, so none of this would prevent Lucius from looking down on Gellert Grindelwald. fertile.

And Lucius has always insisted that Gellert Grindelwald has other plans for him.

"Actually, I hope that your sweet little mouth can do something else." She hugged Lucius' neck and kissed his lips so that he could not continue talking.

The two kissed lightly and left, after all, time was running out.

Lucius bit his lip and continued to support Monigus to the Slytherin cellar without complaining.

The two of them stepped back to the Slytherin common room, and the moment the door opened, Lucius used illusion to sneak in behind Monigus.

Back in the dormitory, Monigus staggered and almost fell to the floor, but Lucius, who was still behind him, reached out and hugged him back.

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Lucius picked Monigus up and walked straight into the bathroom.

When Monigus soaked in the warm water containing essential oils, he sighed comfortably, as if the exhaustion in his whole body was gradually fading away.

And Lucius had already taken off his wizard robe, only wearing a shirt and trousers, and sat on the edge of the bath.

Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his fair arms, Lucius took a towel and scrubbed Monigus's back bit by bit.

Monigus closed his eyes slightly, enjoying Lucius' rare service.

You must know that in most cases, he was the one who bathed Lucius.

Lucius folded the towel aside and began to rub the muscles on Monigus' body.

It wasn't until Monigus fell asleep under his massage that he stopped.

Reluctantly, he fished the man out of the water, carefully wiped off the water droplets on Monigus's body, and carefully wrapped the man's waist-length hair in a towel before wrapping him up. He took off his bathrobe and put it on the bed.

After covering Monigus with the quilt, Lucius looked at his shirt, which had been dampened by the steam in the bathroom, and went into the bathroom to wash it briefly.

Because I was thinking about Monigus, I walked out of the bathroom without doing skin care on a rare occasion.

Carefully pulled out Monigus' wet black hair wrapped in a towel, dried it a little bit, then lay down beside Monigus, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Before he fell asleep, he thought that it seemed that the person asked him to bring a message to Monigus...

The next morning, Monigus woke up and found Lucius sleeping next to him. He kissed the sweet man who was sleeping on his shoulder before he knew it, and carefully moved him to the pillow. get up.

When Monigus was fully dressed and took his book to leave, Lucius had just walked out of the bedroom sleepily.

Stopping the person who was about to leave, Lucius rubbed his temples and narrowed his eyes slightly and said vaguely: "Money, he wants to see you, during the Christmas holiday, at the Malfoy family's Yule Ball."

Monigus paused, nodded in response, "Okay."

He really had no reason to refuse.

It has been nearly half a year since he agreed to that person's request until Christmas, and he should indeed show him some results.

And he has indeed made great progress, and the rest should be clinical trials.

Obviously, the best person to support his experiment is that person.

Looking up and seeing Lucius' rare sleepy eyes, an impulse surged in his heart, he stepped forward a few steps, pulled him into his arms, and kissed those lips gently.

But he didn't go too deep. After Lucius' eyes finally became clear, he left with a chuckle, "Good morning kiss. Also, thank you for picking me up yesterday."

Turning around to leave, that kid Xiu Arthur must be waiting impatiently.

Lucius touched his slightly swollen lips with his fingers, watching the back of Monigus leaving.

I don't know why, but there is a faint uneasiness in his heart, and this uneasiness started when the Dark Lord summoned Monigus.

Lucius always felt that if these two people met, many things would gradually deviate from the original track and become out of control.

It has to be said that Lucius' intuition is still very accurate, at least now many things are starting to deviate from Monigus's previous life.

Most notably, the death of Horace Slughorn made the Dark Lord aware of something he had neglected.

It also made him realize the inappropriate state of his soul earlier without losing his mind, and even took effective measures to suppress the deterioration of the situation.

This can also be regarded as the change brought about by the butterfly flapping its wings. After all, Horace Slughorn really died by his hands. Who asked this old guy to seek death.

Is the Dark Lord so easy to play with?After having it once, he wants to have a second time. He can't easily take out the culprit Albus Dumbledore, and can't take revenge on him, an old slicker?

Of course, Monigus would not admit it. Among them was Horace Slughorn, who was greedily thinking about the collection of the Prince family after embezzling one of his studies, and even wanted to get his hands on him. and other research by Severus.

For such a never-satisfying moth, how could Monigus want to keep him, especially when he might threaten Severus.

However, the death of Horace Slughorn reminded the Dark Lord of this matter, which Monigus did not expect.

However, in comparison between the two, Monigus does not regret doing so.

Another relatively big change is naturally Gellert Grindelwald.

Monigus believed that in his previous life, this person never got involved in this battle between black and white, maybe because there was no opportunity, maybe because the situation at that time was not as dangerous as it is now, who knows?

It's just that in this life, the intervention of Gellert Grindelwald made the situation more complicated, and Albus Dumbledore's mind obviously changed from being on guard against the Dark Lord to being on guard against the two Dark Lords.

Albus Dumbledore's control over Hogwarts, whose energy was so involved, dropped a lot, which also made Monigus, who had been under the care of him, a lot easier.

Like this unexpected joy, Monigus certainly hopes that the more the better, and the variables brought by Gellert Grindelwald are obviously more than these.

In general, Gellert Grindelwald's intervention is what Monigus wants to see.

After all, this is a good target to attract the vitality of Albus Dumbledore, and Gellert Grindelwald is also very sincere, and he really taught him as his heir.

Although Monigus has not yet contacted the Saints organization, the entire Saints know that they have a young master named Monigus Prince, the heir of the British Prince family.

I don't know if Albus Dumbledore has a way to get the news of the saints, otherwise he probably won't sleep well again. You must know that Gellert Grindelwald's student is definitely the next Dark Lord. !

However, Monigus doesn't care about these, he only hopes that the situation will become more chaotic, and only by making the water more chaotic, can he fish in troubled waters...