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

All the Slytherin students dispersed in silence, only a few first-year freshmen were still ignorant of what had happened.

Today's chief challenge has cast a shadow in the hearts of all the Slytherin students. They never expected to appreciate such an ingenious battle on the chief challenge.

Lucius waved his hand, and the Slytherin prefect took the first-year children away, but the prefect's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, and the few first-year snakes dared not take a breath.

Monigus and Lucius were the only ones left in the Slytherin common room.

Lucius sighed softly looking at Monigus's uneasy face, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him silently.

For Slytherin House, there is no one who has more affection than Monigus who inherited the blood of Slytherin. He regards this house very seriously, but it is impossible for him not to feel sad when looking at the current Slytherin.

"I was really stupid in my previous life, wasn't I?" Monigus smiled wryly.

If he wasn't in this position now, I'm afraid he never knew what happened to Slytherin House.

"It'll be fine." Lucius said softly.

His eyes looked at the emblem of Slytherin House in the distance, his eyes were soft and firm.

Monigus nodded.

"Let the chiefs of Slytherin take responsibility. Since their families can't educate them well, let the best of Slytherin come." Monigus said.

Lucius nodded and replied, "Okay."

After thinking for a while, Monigus said: "I think the Response Room on the eighth floor is a good place, and it should be able to meet their learning needs."

"Reculus?" Lucius' slightly surprised voice sounded in Monigus' ears.

Monigus looked back, and saw Regulus Black standing on the edge of the stairs.

"Senior Monigus, senior Lucius." Regulus nodded, even though Lucius and Monigus graduated, he still did not change his title.

"Why did you get down?" Monigus asked, pointing to the sofa opposite him.

Regulus came over and sat down, frowning tightly, and said with some distress: "The strength of this year's first-year freshmen is too poor, I am a little worried."

Monigus nodded, he guessed that Regulus should be here for this matter.

"I've told Lucius just now that these little guys will be handed over to the chiefs for training. If you don't have talent, you can make up for it with sweat. I hope that when the chief challenges next year, I can see something different. They," Monigus said.

"Yes, senior." Regulus had already decided to deal ruthlessly with those little guys. Even if they couldn't meet their standards, he would make them reborn. He would not disappoint Senior Monigus.

Monigus smiled and patted Regulus on the shoulder, "Rael, you have to believe in yourself, I believe you can do it."

Regulus smiled a little shyly. In fact, he was indeed a little nervous. It was even Severus who encouraged him to participate in today's Slytherin House chief challenge.

"How's Severus?" Monigus asked.

Severus lived in Voldemort Manor after graduation. Although he occasionally contacted Severus, this strong younger brother always only told him that he was fine, don't worry and so on.

Regulus thought for a while and said: "He didn't talk to me much, but I feel that he should be in a good situation now, but it seems that the task is heavy and he looks very tired."

Monigus's palms were gently clenched where Regulus couldn't see, and every time he contacted Severus, he seemed to be in high spirits, and it was obvious from Regulus It can be judged from the words that it should be specially shown to him.

"This guy." Lowering his eyes slightly, Monigus murmured softly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Regulus seriously, "Rael, help me take care of him, and tell me if there is anything unusual about him."

Regulus sensed Monigus' seriousness and nodded in response.

What Monigus was most afraid of was that Severus would cause irreparable regret if he didn't tell him his actual situation because he was afraid that he would be worried.

After experiencing what happened to Abraxas Malfoy, Monigus cherished his family even more.

When Monigus started his teaching career, he felt that this was the beginning of a nightmare. He really didn't know how other professors survived.

"Is this really the homework of the sixth graders?" Monigus looked at Lucius who was drinking red wine and reading the Daily Prophet in disbelief.

Lucius glanced at him, loosened his shoulders, "Obviously."

Monigus rubbed his temples vigorously, and put a big "T" on his scribbled and bullshit paper.

The strength made the quill pen make a squeeling sound when it was scratched on the parchment paper, and the handwriting fell on the parchment paper so hard that it penetrated the back of the paper, and even some places were scratched.

It can be seen how much resentment Monigus has in his heart.

Hearing the creaking sound of the quill pen, Lucius grinned. He doubted that the quill pen would die after Monigus finished grading the stack of papers.

He was debating whether to put a Reinforcement Charm on the quill, because he had heard the whine of the quill.

Sure enough, the next moment, the quill was broken in the hands of Monigus.

Monigus threw the broken quill on the table angrily, and said bitterly: "This is the fourth identical paper I have seen. Are they treating me as a dead person?"

Lucius chuckled, it was rare for him to see Monigus like this, and teased, "Gryffindor?"

Monigus hummed from his nose, "Although there are a lot of nonsense in the homework of Ravenclaw students, it can be seen that their knowledge reserves are very rich, and everyone regards homework as a stage to show themselves. Hehe Although the homework of the Chippaqi students occasionally has low-level mistakes such as spelling mistakes and common sense mistakes, it can be seen that they search for information seriously, reflecting their intentions. The homework of the Slytherin students is probably the most pleasing to me. Homework, even if you don’t need to read the strings of praises and gorgeous modifiers in it. Only Gryffindor students plagiarized, scribbled, and patchwork.”

Lucius nodded, "It's normal. Gryffindor students are lively and active. They don't like to spend their time in the library or doing homework. They prefer to spend their wisdom on wizard chess and their body on Quidditch." Strange."

Monigus reluctantly changed another quill, continued to struggle with the students' homework, and said without raising his head, "I really admire you for enduring it for so long."

Lucius smiled and said, "Actually, I think it's pretty good. It's much easier than being there. After all, these little wizards are innocent and cute, and they will bring you a lot of unexpected happiness."

Monigus looked at Lucius with a happy smile, "It seems that you enjoy being a professor at Hogwarts."

"Hmm," Lucius nodded, and said with a little comprehension, "They're very interesting."

Monigus can already confirm that Lucius definitely looks at these little guys with the mentality of watching a show.

He shook his head, his mentality was not so adaptable yet.

After spending a few more hours, Monigus stood up and stretched, and finally finished all the homework piled on the table.

Looking at the empty sofa, Monigus snapped his fingers and called the house elf, asking her to take away his coffee cup, Lucius' wine glass, and the empty dessert plate on the table.

Afterwards, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, saw the faint platinum figure behind the curtain, and smiled comfortably.

He walked into the bathroom, took a comfortable hot shower, and walked to the bed while wiping his hair.

Lying down on the comfortable and warm blanket, the familiar body immediately leaned over.

Monigus stroked Lucius' soft hair, and kissed him lightly on his fair forehead.

In exchange for a murmur from the person who was already sound asleep, looking at the arc of his lips and his blushing cheeks in sleep, Monigus's soft eyes warmed even more.

Tightening his arms around his lover, Monigus also closed his eyes.

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After Monigus corrected the similar papers a few times, he finally couldn't help getting angry, and several Gryffindors were taken to his office by him.

Vats of disgusting and foul-smelling potion ingredients were handed over to them for disposal. After several times of physical and mental torture, those guys never dared to plagiarize papers anymore.

It's just that Monigus clearly knows that these guys are masters who forget to eat but not to fight, and they will definitely commit another crime in a short time.

Therefore, Monigus began to reduce the homework of theoretical knowledge such as essays, and he began to integrate that knowledge into their classes, taking the finished potions made in class as his usual grades.

Even some homework after class has turned into making potions by hand, and occasionally the theoretical knowledge that needs to be mastered is turned into a class test, which makes those active little guys have to pick up potions in their spare time in order not to lose face in class. Books cram that knowledge into the head.

At the very least, the results obtained satisfied Monigus, and he was finally freed from the papers written by the students.

And it is said that Lucius’ Defense Against the Black Magic Circle course has also undergone some reforms. He continued Gellert Grindelwald’s style of insisting on actual combat, but merged the seven grades into upper-grade classes and lower-grade classes. Invisibly, the number of times students attend classes has increased.

This method is a good way for Hogwarts whose students have been greatly reduced. At least all students can learn a lot in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

And the three times more courses gave each of them a lot of actual combat experience, and also made them more likely to survive on the future battlefield.

Although this is cruel, it is a reality that has to be faced. It is okay for the lower grades, but all the senior students may participate in future wars.

Whether they were fighting for the Dark Lord or the White Wizard or for themselves.

All Lucius taught them was how to keep their own lives, if they could knock down their opponents as best as they could, and make them lose their combat effectiveness.

Students in the lower grades also complained about the sudden increase in Defense Against the Dark Arts classes. All the students in the upper grades seemed to be aware of the situation they were in, and each of them gritted their teeth and studied hard, even though the actual combat courses often made them Injuried.

Therefore, Madam Pomfrey in the medical wing was probably the one who opposed the most fiercely, but with the acquiescence of Albus Dumbledore, she could only silently heal the wounds of the little wizards.