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

Dominic looked at the person in surprise. Although he had never seen this little guy grow up, but with his iconic platinum-blond hair, he couldn't figure out who the person was.

"Nice to meet you here, Mr. Malfoy." Dominic said with a smile.

Lucius paused slightly, then bowed slightly with a smile on his face, "Mr. Prince, nice to meet you."

Dominic nodded slightly, a very nice young man.

It seemed that this Malfoy should have come here specially for Monigus, and he was in a hurry.

Dominic glanced at the half-turned collar of the coat Lucius Malfoy was wearing and thought.

Lucius did come here in a hurry, and he has been restless since he returned to the manor after get off work from the Ministry of Magic today.

Even when he was summoned by DarkLord, he actually slipped away at the internal meeting of the Death Eaters. Fortunately, he didn't get any punishment, but the warning eyes from DarkLord made him break out in a cold sweat.

When he returned to the manor in a daze and was about to go to bed, a sudden palpitation caused him to fall into the bathroom in embarrassment, and even fell into a coma for a while.

When he woke up, he realized how long he had been lying on the cold floor of the bathroom.

He climbed up while holding onto the edge of the bathtub, and he could still feel the faint pain in his heart, but he was sure that there was nothing wrong with his body, even though he was still weak at this moment.

This reminded him of his previous speculation. He ran out of the bathroom in a panic to find the double-sided mirror used to communicate with Monigus, but he couldn't connect anyway.

Then, it was Narcissa who sent him a message through the house-elf of the Black family in Hogwarts, and that's when he knew what happened.

Really worried about Monigus, so Lucius contacted Horace Slughorn.

As one of the best students ever taught by Slughorn, Slughorn was still willing to open the fireplace for him and provide him with some convenience.

As if seeing some meaning in Dominique's eyes, Lucius subconsciously reached out to touch the collar. When he touched the wrinkle that shouldn't exist, Lucius paused, and then smoothed it out as if nothing had happened. It's just that his red ears revealed his embarrassment.

Merlin's stinky socks, it was so un-Malfoy walking so much in a coat with an unturned collar.

With a light cough, Lucius asked, "Mr. Prince, how is Monigus?"

"It's all right, but I think he'll be glad to see you when he wakes up," Dominique said with a small smile.

Lucius understood what Dominic meant, and blushed slightly.

Unexpectedly, Monigus' grandfather knew about their relationship.

"I won't take care of young people's affairs, as long as you are happy." Dominique said, patted Lucius on the shoulder, and gave up the position at the head of Monigus' bed.

Lucius was embarrassed for a while before saying, "Thank you."

Then he walked quickly to Monigus' side, looking at his still pale face, he knew how much it hurt him.

Moreover, even the Patriarch of the Prince family appeared here, plus the news from Narcissa that the Slytherins who sent the wounded to the medical wing brought them back, made Lucius frightened for a while.

If Monigus is not the heir of the Prince family, then he has a high chance of becoming a Squib in the future.

Don't think that people from potion families are good people. Although they are proficient in potions, they are still nobles first.

No nobleman has the quality of self-sacrifice.

Family and interests are things that are carved into their bones.

Lucius held Monigus' cold hand, feeling a pain in his heart. He didn't know what happened to him here, which could cause a magic riot.

Others don't know, he knows.

This man is the Dark Lord, the most powerful place in the magic world.

"I think Mr. Malfoy can take good care of Monigus. Then, my old bones will go back to rest first." Dominique laughed.

Lucius nodded, "Yes, Mr. Prince, you can call me Lucius."

Dominic nodded with a smile, "Lucius, I think I can hear you call me grandfather?"

The cheeks that had just recovered their original fair color were quietly stained with blush again, Lucius called out with some difficulty: "Grandfather."

"Very good." Dominic smiled in satisfaction, patted Lucius on the shoulder and left the medical wing.

After Dominic left, Lucius breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the hospital wing was quiet, and all the injured Slytherins fell asleep under Madam Pomfrey's potion tonight.

Lucius stared intently at Monigus, looked at his bloodless lips, and unconsciously leaned over to press a kiss on his lips.

Just when Lucius was about to leave, a strong force came from the back of his head, pressing down on his head to deepen the kiss.

Lucius widened his eyes in surprise and forgot to resist, and then Monigus' black eyes with a smile were reflected in his silver gray eyes.

It wasn't until he was breathless from the kiss that Lucius was let go, and he lay on Monigus' chest in some embarrassment and gasped.

"When did you wake up?" Lucius asked a little bit angrily, the original pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes now stared like cat's eyes because of anger.

Monigus hugged Lucius and kissed the corner of his lips, trying to comfort his frowned lover.

"Not long before you came here." Monigus said truthfully.

Lucius gritted his teeth and said, "Then why don't you tell your grandfather that you've woken up, and let him worry all night?"

For Malfoy, family comes first.

Moniques caressed Lucius's back helplessly. The IQ of this caring and chaotic lover has dropped to an unknown level, "I think my grandfather already knows. Otherwise, you think he will leave me in front of your bed?"

Lucius was slightly taken aback, and naturally quickly figured out the joints. He buried his face in Monigus' chest with some embarrassment.

Monigus patted Lucius on the back, and although he admitted that he felt good because of Lucius' approach, he had to push Lucius up.

Because from the time he had a magic riot to the present, the robe on his body has not been changed, which makes Monigus a little disgusted.

Lucius looked at Monigus in confusion.

Monigus rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I think my robe may not be very clean."

"Pfft..." Lucius couldn't help laughing.

He even rubbed Monigus' messy black hair with itchy hands, he never thought that the Dark Lord also had such a hairy side.

"Okay, just laugh." Monigus said helplessly, but now Lucius looked much more vivid.

Just now, Lucius' face was pale, as if he was about to faint at any moment.

"Why do you look like this..." Monigus thought about the words for a while, and finally chose, "Worried?"

Lucius sat up straight, restrained his smile, stretched out his hand to hold Monigus's tightly, raised his eyes to stare at Monigus's, "How do you feel?"

Monigus didn't know why, so he still expressed his intuitive feeling, "It can't be better."

Lucius' silver-gray eyes trembled, and he took his hand away, "What now?"

"Huh?" Monigus felt that the pleasant and comfortable feeling flowing in his body just now was a little less.

Still, though.

Thinking back carefully, the time when this feeling appeared was when Lucius appeared in the medical wing.

Monigus narrowed his eyes slightly, and took the initiative to hold Lucius' hand this time.

Indeed, his feelings were not wrong.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Monigus looked at Lucius in surprise.

Lucius nodded.

"I wasn't sure at first, but I had some guesses at that time, and then I was looking up information on this, but there are really too few references for me."

Monigus nodded, indeed very rare.

"Until I consulted Lord Salazar Slytherin, at that time I only thought it was possible." Lucius spread his hands to Monigus, explaining why he never told Monigus about it s.

At this point, they are the same.

Monigus nodded in understanding.

"When you had a magic riot tonight, I passed out." Lucius said indifferently.

Monigus tightened Lucius' hand and frowned at him, "Painted out?"

Lucius shrugged and rolled his cute eyes, "Okay, and it's in the bathroom. I want to say, the bathroom floor is so cool."

Monigus wanted to take a closer look at Lucius, but found that he was a little powerless. It is true that he is still very weak.

"I'm fine, it's just that there might be a bag on my head." Lucius held down Monigus's movements to stop him from messing around.

"so?"

"So, after waking up, I checked my body, and there was no problem. So, I started contacting you frantically, but unfortunately...no reply." Lucius put Monigus' hand back under the quilt.

Monigus fumbled around in the quilt with his hand, and finally took out a broken double-sided mirror.

"Broken." Monigus showed Lucius.

Lucius rolled his eyes, cleaned out the broken mirror in his hand, and stuffed his hand back under the quilt.

Such high-level alchemy items cannot be repaired with a restoration.

"Then Narcissa had the house-elf bring me a message. When I found out what happened to you idiot, it seemed to explain everything. So, I'm sure."

As Lucius said, he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Monigus' lips again, and said a few words in his mouth, "Monigus, you are my soul mate."