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

The next morning, Monigus left the Malfoy Manor after kissing Lucius's bare shoulders while he was still asleep.

Summons Hypo and enters Salazar Slytherin's living room.

Monigus walked into the first room, and what he saw was still Salazar sitting under the cherry blossom tree reading a book.

Only this time, what was different was that beside him sat a handsome young man with short blond hair.

Monigus raised his eyebrows, he thought he probably knew who the other skeleton belonged to.

"Hello, Monigus. I'm Godric Gryffindor." The man who was reading a book with Salazar raised his head when Monigus walked into the room. Eyes, looking at him with a hearty smile.

Monigus saluted, "I think you are probably another ancestor of mine."

Godric Gryffindor felt that his hair was going to explode when he heard this, and just as he was about to refute, he found that his hand was held by another warm and familiar hand.

Swallowing the words that were about to blurt out just now, "Humph." He snorted coldly, turned his head away, but revealed the red roots of the ears under the short blond hair.

He muttered in a low voice, "I shouldn't be soft-hearted for a moment. I came out to see this little guy. Sure enough, Slytherin hates him the most."

Salazar looked at the blond man tenderly and dotingly, smiled and shook his head, then turned his eyes to Monigus.

"Found it?" Salazar asked with a smile.

Monigus suppressed the smile on his face and nodded, "Yes, ancestor."

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, two snow-white skeletons appeared in front of the portrait.

Godric Gryffindor, who had just turned his head away and refused to look at him, had also turned his head to look at the two skeletons, with a gloomy expression on his face.

Salazar also looked at their bones in a somewhat complicated manner.

"Monigus, thank you for bringing us back. If you can re-inherit the Slytherin blood, please bring us back to the family and bury us." Salazar solemnly said.

"My honor." Monigus bowed slightly.

He understood that the bones of the two people would be buried in that place, not in the family graveyard of either of them.

Apparently, there was something else hidden about their deaths thousands of years ago.

A look of sadness crossed Godric Gryffindor's face, and then he felt the warmth in his hands tighten, and he showed a sunny smile again.

Salazar leaned forward slightly and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips.

There was no words between the two of them, but there seemed to be thousands of words passing by when they looked at each other.

Monigus left the room silently without disturbing the two of them.

He still has a lot of things to prepare in advance, and the sooner he gets what he needs, the sooner he can leave here.

At that moment, he had to say that he missed Lucius.

Walking into the magic circle laboratory, Monigus threw a few locking spells and silencing spells on the door, and he hoped that no one would come in to disturb him during this time.

After all, he had already shared this secret room with those few people he recognized.

The only one who knew exactly what he was going to do was Lucius, and Severus probably only had a vague guess.

Perhaps, he should find a suitable time to tell Severus the whole story, after all, Severus is the person he trusts the most besides Lucius.

Monigus opened the magic note on the table, and turned to the labeled page:

The bones of your ancestors can bring your descendants back to life.

A reborn body can imprison your soul.

A reincarnated soul that regenerates your bloodline.

Come back, lost glory, henceforth return to the world.

Monigus did not know who had created this magical spell, but it was a miracle to him.

Because this is indeed the key to getting his blood back, and it is also the key to his being able to become the heir of Slytherin.

Even, it is an important weight for him to confront the Black and White Demon King, his current strength is still too weak.

Taking a deep breath, Monigus suppressed his intense heartbeat and excitement.

Take out the special crystal bowl, and start to prepare the materials needed to draw the magic circle according to the steps recorded in the notes.

When the liquid material in the crystal bowl finally turned blue-purple and slightly golden, Monigus let out a breath, and it was finally finished.

It took him two days and one night just to prepare the material, and now Monigus is not in a general embarrassment.

His long black hair was a little messy, and the originally neat robe on his body was now crumpled, with traces of unknown liquid splashed on it.

The originally fair skin became even paler now, the eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and a smear of blue and black hung below the eyes.

Monigus knew the mess he was in without looking in the mirror, and returned to his own room in Edith Manor without disturbing anyone, took off his dirty robe and soaked in the bathtub.

Before I knew it, I was fumed by the hot water and fell asleep.

By the time Monigus was woken up by the cold bath water, it was already unknown how long it had been.

"Damn it." Sneezing loudly, Monigus quickly fished himself out of the bath.

Putting on the new wizard robe again, Monigus took out the cold potion and drank it. When the warm feeling spread all over his body, Monigus disappeared in Edith Manor again.

Returning to the magic circle laboratory, Monigus carefully looked at the state of the liquid in the crystal bowl and nodded.

Taking out a special rune pen, Monigus held the pen in one hand and the bowl in the other, and came to the open space that had been prepared long ago.

At this time, there was a snow-white skeleton in the middle of the open space, which belonged to Salazar Slytherin.

Although Monigus has learned that his other ancestor is Godric Gryffindor, he has not obtained his permission to re-inherit his blood.

For this, Monigus does not feel sorry, because both Slytherin and Gryffindor are shortcuts to success for Monigus.

Compared with Gryffindor's blood, Monigus hopes to keep Prince's.

For Monigus, there are only advantages and no disadvantages. Maybe the Gryffindor family is a pure-blood noble with a longer history than the Prince family, but just think about Godric Gryffindor's sad appearance just now. I know, I didn't know what happened a thousand years ago.

At least one thing is certain, the combination of these two people should not be blessed by the family.

And through the current development, Monigus boldly guessed that Salazar's situation may be better than Godric's, at least he was not deprived of his inheritance by his family.

Therefore, Monigus can still inherit the Slytherin family through the Slytherin blood, but Godric's side cannot.

Carefully draw out the magic circle that has been kept in mind bit by bit, and constantly communicate with each magic pattern with his own magic power, until the last stroke is completed, the whole magic circle emits a blue-purple light.

Dots of gold run through the entire magic circle.

Monigus breathed a sigh of relief and felt dizzy.

As if losing strength, Monigus couldn't hold his body any longer, and sat down on the ground.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Monigus's lips. Now he is a bit reluctant to describe such a magic circle. The 13-year-old's body is still a little fragile.

After taking out the potion he had prepared and drinking it, Monigus felt better, and the magic power in his body was slowly recovering.

Neatly placed Salazar Slytherin's skeleton in the center of the entire magic circle, picked up the rune pen again and began to draw runes on the snow-white bones.

This time, Monigus proceeded very quickly, because Salazar Slytherin himself was a powerful wizard, and even though he was dead, his bones still contained powerful magic power.

This allows Monigus to easily communicate with the magic pattern, not as strenuous as it was when drawing the magic circle.

After all the preparations were completed, Monigus felt that the magic power in his body had almost recovered.

White fingers slid onto the buttons of the black wizard's robe, unbuttoning them one by one, and then Monigus shook his arms, and the black silk robe slid down his torso to his feet.

Moniques unhurriedly took off his clothes, and didn't stop until only a pair of black silk boxer briefs were left on his body.

Lifting his bare feet, Monigus stepped into the magic circle step by step, facing Salazar's skeleton.

Holding his elder wand with slender fingers, he waved it slowly, and at the same time, Monigus clearly spit out syllables one by one, and recited the spell recorded in the notebook.

However, as Monigus recited the incantation, it seemed that every syllable he uttered took a lot of energy, which made him recite the incantation slower and harder.

Fortunately, he finally recited the spell completely. When he uttered the last syllable, Salazar's skeleton, which had been quietly placed in the magic circle, suddenly flew into the air and stagnated in the sky above the magic circle.

Seeing this, Monigus immediately lay down on the position originally occupied by the skeleton, and sent all the last magic power stored in his body into the magic circle, and then he lost all consciousness.

Before he fell into a coma, he seemed to feel that his body was in hell, roasted by the fire, and he seemed to feel that he had already flown, and he didn't know anything after that.

After an unknown amount of time, Monigus woke up and found that he was still lying on the floor, and Salazar's skeleton was beside him, and the magic lines on the floor and the skeleton had disappeared.

Shivering, Monigus got up from the floor, grabbed his wizard robe and put it on his body.

Then put Salazar's bones back into the magic bag.

After making all the mental preparations, Monigus waved his hand and drew a mirror in the air. Looking at the blood-red pupils reflected in the mirror, a wanton smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Raising his hand and swiping in the air, Monigus smiled with satisfaction looking at the silver and green font.