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

Monigus sat on the sofa boredly while holding a crystal goblet, lazily looking at all kinds of men and women.

This is Horace Slughorn's Halloween Masquerade at the Slug Club.After dinner at Hogwarts.

It's just that the participants were all outstanding students from Hogwarts, gathered by Slughorn, who could add a lot to his honor book in the future.

Monigus occasionally took a sip of the mellow wine in the cup, and recalled in a trance that it was in this club that he developed his first disciples in his previous life.

This is also the starting point of his career.

In fact, Monigus had to admit that Horace Slughorn had a good vision, at least he provided him with a group of Death Eaters of very good quality.

"Oh, Mr. Prince, why are you sitting here alone, I think these enthusiastic ladies would love to dance with you."

Just as he was thinking, Horace Slughorn walked towards Monigus with a glass of wine.

Although it was a masquerade ball, it was easy to identify who was who in such an occasion where everyone was acquainted.

In particular, Moniques simply wore a silver half-face mask, not to mention his black hair and black eyes are quite recognizable, at least except for Severus who was dragged away by Philomena to dance. It's just him.

"Dean Slughorn." Monigus smiled at the person sitting beside him, restrained his lazy sitting posture, and sat upright again.

"Mr. Prince, always so excellent, so impeccable." Slughorn said in an aria.

Moniques suddenly felt a heavy weight in his stomach, arias really aren't for everyone.

For example, the platinum nobles of his family would make people feel gorgeous and elegant, but Slughorn would only make people feel funny.

Monigus suddenly regretted coming to this masquerade ball. He didn't want to be too high-profile yet, so he also kept a low profile as much as possible in this slug club.

What's more, most of the people here are seniors, and some people are already impossible for him to win over, such as Bellatrix and Rodolphus who graduated with Lucius.

If it weren't for his special relationship with Lucius, perhaps Lucius would have sold him to nothing.

You must know that the Malfoy family has never been a loyal and honest family. As long as there are enough interests, they can sell everything except their family members.

Monigus decided not to let his stomach suffer, and said straight to the point, "Dean Slughorn, what can I do for you?"

As he spoke, he seemed to glance at Slughorn casually.

Horace Slughorn seemed taken aback by Monigus's rare bluntness, and the smile on his face stiffened.

However, he quickly adjusted, took a sip of the wine in his hand, and covered up the embarrassment just now.

"Mr. Prince and I applied for the right to use the restricted section of the library last semester. I don't know if there is any gain?" Horace Slughorn asked seemingly unintentionally.

Monigus glanced at Slughorn and nodded, "The books in the restricted section are indeed very good, but unfortunately I didn't find what I needed. After all, Dean Slughorn, I think you will Knowing how many books the Prince family has is something to show off."

"Oh, of course. The Prince family's collection of books is comparable to the existence of the Hogwarts library, and it has made many pure-blood nobles with a long history jealous." He blinked as he spoke.

Monigus almost wanted to give him an Avada. Some time ago, he saw an old orange peel with a white beard wink at him, and now a fat man winked at him.

Suppressing the feeling that he was about to go berserk, Monigus gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, I'm proud of it."

"Well, then, dear Monigus, I suppose I may call you that?" Horace Slughorn coughed softly.

Monigus said impatiently: "Of course, Dean Slughorn."

"So, Monigus, I think you need my help?" Slughorn looked at Monigus with a twinkle in his eyes.

Monigus frowned insignificantly, then smiled and said, "Of course, Dean Slughorn, your profound knowledge will definitely help me to clear away the mysteries of knowledge."

Slughorn was very satisfied with Monigus' flattery, and a smug smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.

He nodded and said to Monigus: "I have time after 8 o'clock every Wednesday night, you can come to my office to find me, of course you must remember the password, Felicia."

"It's a beautiful potion." Monigus's expression was a little intoxicated, as if he had fallen into a frenzy for potions.

Slughorn nodded in agreement, "That's really an intoxicating color, but it's a pity that it's too difficult to make a perfect Felician." He sighed.

That kind of high-quality Felicity Elixir is difficult for him to control, and the success rate is not so high.

Monigus really didn't want to waste time with Slughorn here anymore. Fortunately, Philomena and Severus just returned from a dance.

Based on Philomena's understanding of Monigus, she could naturally see his impatience.

So she stepped forward gracefully, and said with a little charm: "Money, don't you want to dance with me?"

Moniques glanced at Philomena appreciatively, stood up, caught Philomena's white palm, and bowed slightly, "My honor, my beautiful Phil."

Philomena giggled happily, and followed Monigus onto the dance floor.

Gently hugging Philomena's waist, Monigus and her spun on the dance floor to the music.

Monigus breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered in Philomena's ear, "Phil, you saved my life."

At the same time, Philomena gently buried herself in Monigus's arms, thereby drawing the distance between the two of them, and asked jokingly, "What does that old trickster want you for?"

Following Philomena's movements, Moniques put both of his hands on her waist and held her in his arms.

The two are so close that they seem to be enjoying a beautiful waltz time, but in fact the two are just trying to whisper a few words.

It's just that the atmosphere between the two of them misunderstood many people, and one of them clenched his fists fiercely watching this scene.

When Monigus heard this, his pitch-black eyes darkened even more, and he said coldly, "It won't be a good thing."

Philomena shrugged, "But I believe he can't hurt you."

"Hmph, who knows." Monigus sneered.

Philomena raised her head suddenly, frowned and said, "But, he is the Headmaster of Slytherin House. Even if he remains neutral in this war, he shouldn't persecute his students."

Monigus remained silent and did not speak, but raised his hand to gently stroke Philomena's long hair, soothing her body tensed from worry.

Philomena hugged Monigus tightly, and said in a low voice, "Moni, be careful."

"Don't worry, I will."

Monigus replied.

Of course he will be careful, he will never forget how this old slippery man led him step by step into Albus Dumbledore's trap.

Moreover, when he was still sane, he was not without doubts about this matter, so he wanted to look for the book again, but he couldn't find it in the end.

Unable to find the books, he sought out Horace Slughorn, but the man disappeared.

In a rage, he sent a lot of Death Eaters to go there, but finally died without any cause.

Because, a little accident happened to him, and he was forced to separate a horcrux, which made all his remaining sanity disappear.

This matter is over.

The beautiful eyes of Philomena, who was danced by Moniques, were full of worry, and she could feel the gloomy mood of her friend at the moment.

At the same time, she also understood how dangerous the situation of the excellent Monigus was, not to mention that he was not a pure blood, even though he could stand high with his strength in Slytherin House.

But what if that person is dissatisfied with Monigus' bloodline?

No one knows how obsessed that person is with bloodlines.

As for them in Slytherin House, everyone was guarded by the white wizard Dumbledore, even if he would not hurt them, but Slytherin, who was isolated by the other three houses in Hogwarts, and There is no difference in direct damage.

In many cases, cold violence or verbal violence is more terrifying than physical violence.

Both of them were silent and stopped talking, Monigus kept patting Philomena's slender back, worrying in her eyes why he could not see, but this was his war and he couldn't avoid it.

The only thing he can do is to comfort his friend, sorry that there are some things he really can't tell her.

Maybe when he has enough strength, this identity will bring him a lot, and what he can bring him now can only be fatal danger.

Maybe it didn't matter to him who was lonely in the past, but now he has Lucius, Severus, Irene, Tobias and grandfather, and there are friends like Philomena by his side, and the lying Abraxas waiting for his treatment in the magic circle.

To make him do anything he has to be cautious and more attentive.

Unconsciously, Monigus exerted a slight force on his hand, and Philomena, who was hurt by him, just frowned and didn't let out a cry of pain.

From the moment she stood with Monigus and Severus on the day of enrollment, she decided that Moni and Severus were her best friends for life, and she still didn't feel that her decision was arbitrary.

She believes in her own judgment, and Monigus will definitely bring her a different and wonderful life.