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

After his birthday, Monigus stayed at home for a few days and went to Malfoy Manor before it was time for him to go back to school.

"I've never felt that the Christmas holiday is so short." Lucius leaned against the door and said gloomily.

Monigus put down the luggage he was packing, stepped forward and hugged Lucius and stole a kiss on his lips.

"I can't help it, who told me to still study." Although he read this book with some reluctance.

The current Hogwarts courses are meaningless to him at all, but those small animals are his goal.

"If I become the director of the Department of Education of the Ministry of Magic, I will definitely change the admission criteria." Lucius said angrily.

Seeing Lucius' angry look, the smile in Monigus' eyes flashed, "I believe you won't do such an irrational thing."

"Hmph." Lucius snorted coldly, turned and left the bedroom. He still wanted to see if the food for Monigus on the Hogwarts Express was ready.

Monigus looked at Lucius' straight back and shook his head slightly, then turned around again to pack his luggage.

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After returning to Hogwarts, Monigus reported to Horace Slughorn's office before dinner.

As a Prince, he should have paid more attention to the research of potions.

"Oh Monigus, glad to see you so soon." Slughorn smiled and closed the book in his hands.

Monigus bowed slightly, "Dean Slughorn, good night."

"Come on, let's see what we have done this time." Slughorn walked to the potions workbench, and Monigus followed.

"This time we have learned the lesson from the previous failure and replaced the nylon grass with jussi grass in order to reduce the intensity of the potion reaction. Look at the state..." Slughorn said, observing the cauldron carefully. the liquid in, "It's time for the next step."

As he spoke, Slughorn picked up the evening primrose powder he had prepared and sprinkled it into the cauldron, "Oh, Merlin's socks, failed again."

Seeing that the clear liquid in the crucible quickly turned into mud, Horace Slughorn covered his forehead with his hand, and completely emptied the crucible with a wave of his hand.

Monigus was a little disturbed seeing the failure of this experiment again. Although this was the bait he took out, he was also very interested in making it.

Picking up the improved potion formula again, Monigus took out his wand and turned a four-corner stool into a comfortable sofa to sit on and study carefully.

Horace Slughorn's eyes flickered watching Monigus' silent transfiguration spell, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed across his eyes.

He also conjured up a comfortable sofa with his magic wand and sat on it, discussing the next improvement and alternative medicinal materials with Monigus.

It was not until curfew was approaching that Monigus left Slughorn's office and returned to his own dormitory.

"Back?" Severus was sitting on his sofa reading a book, and closed the book when he came in.

Monigus sat down on the sofa a little tiredly, "Yeah."

"What's wrong? You look tired." Severus asked concerned.

Monigus closed his eyes, "Zhu Sicao also failed, although it was expected."

"Zusicao failed too?" Severus repeated thoughtfully.

"Well, Jussi grass is still too intense, and it immediately became a pot of mud after putting in the evening primrose." Monigus took out the potion formula and looked at it.

The above list not only the most original recipe, but also all the steps of their improvement during this time.

"It seems that it is not very stable. If we find a substance to stabilize Jussi grass before adding evening primrose, maybe there will be different results?" Severus said.

Monigus thought for a while and said, "Maybe you can try it."

"Well then, good night, Money, I'm going home." Severus said, picked up his book and walked out.

"Okay, good night, Severus." Monigus stood up and sent Severus out.

He knew that Severus was still in his dormitory so late because he was worried about him, and that Horace Slughorn was dangerous to Monigus now.

So, starting with his regular visit to Slughorn's office this term, Philomena and Severus would take turns waiting for his return.

Such silent care made Monigus feel warm every time.

According to the idea provided by Severus, Monigus started experimenting again, one medicinal material and one medicinal material.

Finally, after another month, with the efforts of Monigus and Slughorn, they found the kind of medicinal material that can adjust Jusi grass.

This also means that they are not far from success.

That evening, as agreed, he was at Horace Slughorn's office to complete the final steps.

Monigus believed that if Horace Slughorn and Albus Dumbledore had any plans, this evening had become their last chance.

Sure enough, after opening the door, he quickly discovered that there was no one in their dean's office this time.

"Is it finally here?" Monigus sneered.

He didn't believe that Slughorn would stop midway again.

Although I don't know what caused Horace Slughorn to terminate the plan that time, but if he did it once or twice, let alone a Slytherin, anyone would doubt it.

Following his mind, Monigus scanned his surroundings.

Finally, Monigus discovered the slightest difference.

There seemed to be something in that corner that made it seem unharmonious.

The moment he saw something like that, Monigus felt something explode in his mind.

At that moment, he couldn't see or hear anything, he just felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be congealed, and his heart was beating like he was about to break free from his mouth.

There was silence in the room, except for his own heavy breathing.

After an unknown period of time, Monigus finally felt that his body was gradually warming up, his hands and feet seemed to have sensation, the things in front of him were no longer blurred, and his ears seemed to be able to hear the joints of his fist being clenched by himself. loud sound.

Slowly and with difficulty, Monigus took the first step towards the thing in his eyes.

After that, his footsteps became faster and more chaotic, and finally he staggered and landed on the thing in his eyes.

With trembling hands, Monigus picked up the book that was impressive to him. It had a familiar black back cover, silver mysterious dark lines, and golden exquisite cursive characters engraved—cutting-edge black magic.

He dreamed of getting this book again, but now that he saw it here, he felt a burst of sadness.

"Hehe..." A deep and sad laughter slowly overflowed from Monigus's mouth.

Gradually, he calmed down, took a deep breath, and finally opened the book again that made him go astray.

Even though he only read it once in a hurry at the beginning, he used the Pensieve to watch this memory over and over again, so he still remembers which page the introduction of the Horcrux is on.

189 pages.

His fingers were still trembling slightly, but it still couldn't stop Monigus from quickly turning to the page in his memory.

Monigus browsed quickly, and it was exactly as he expected, exactly the same as what he saw back then, without any change.

I read it three times, didn't miss a single word, and still didn't find anything.

Then it can only be...

Monigus pulled out his wand, and began to silently recite a long incantation. This is an ancient magic, which can break all blindfolds and show the original state.

If Monigus's guess is correct, something must have been done to the book.

After he chanted the mantra for 3 minutes, Monigus stopped slowly.

When he saw the small line hidden in the book, Monigus was struck by lightning.

"Sure enough...is that so?" After Monigus dissipated his magic power, the book returned to its disguised state.

He put the book back to its original place, calmly erased all traces of his touching the book, and then retreated to the door.

At this time, Monigus felt that he seemed to be divided into two halves. One half of him was unbelievably calm, removing all the unfavorable signs about him left in this room; It kept echoing: This is a trap.

Monigus could feel that something was wrong with him at this moment.

If someone gave him a mirror, he would find that his eyes were no longer pure black as usual at this time, nor did they occasionally flash red when he was emotionally intense.

Now his eyes are black for a while, showing calmness and indifference, but for a while they turn into a magnificent red like a ruby, and the eyes are full of madness and cruelty.

Monigus felt that he could no longer stay here, he had to leave.

So, he quickly opened the door of Slughorn's office and walked out.

In the corridor of the cellar, Monigus used all his self-control to walk gracefully as usual.

But as soon as Monigus returned to the Slytherin common room, he felt that he could no longer suppress his physical discomfort.

"Money, what's the matter with you?" Philomena and Severus were sitting in the common room chatting.

She saw Monigus walk into the common room, but he looked different from usual, and his footsteps were a little unsteady, so she stood up and walked towards Monigus.

Hearing Philomena's voice, Monigus had a bad premonition in his heart. He raised his eyes and said painfully, "No, Phil, don't come here."

However, it was too late...