Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

We must return to the human world as soon as possible! Iger thought seriously.

Today, the gun almost went off the rails, which made Iger very uncomfortable...

When I don't see his two girlfriends again, Iger feels that maybe he will blow up at some point...

"I want to go back to the human world!"

Iger directly found Mammon, who was basking in the sun in the greenhouse above the castle.

Under Mammon is a reclining chair made of pure gold. I don't know why, but Iger found that his father loved those treasures, while his mother, Frosebina, liked to train the undead army very much, and had a mysterious feeling about the development army. Perseverance…

"Return to the Human World?" Mamen was stunned: "What's wrong, child? Is there something wrong?"

"I need to go back and do some things, it's better to get my girlfriends and the others back..." Iger shook his head slightly.

"Is this really good?" Mammon tilted her head, and her scarlet eyes glanced out the window casually.

"What do you mean?" Iger was stunned.

"I mean..." Mammon waved her hand indifferently, and made a soft chair beside her: "Will they be willing to live in hell? And your friends..."

Iger hesitated for a moment, he felt that what Mamen said was very reasonable.

What was Hermione's goal?

That's the Minister of Magic! President of the International Witchcraft Association!

Elsa is fine, she will follow her wherever she goes.

But what about the other friends?

What about the Grangers?

"It seems that you have already thought about it..." Mammon shrugged: "They can't possibly come here with you..."

Iger's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"That's why..." Mamen took a sip from the wine glass on the small table beside him: "I can send you back to be with them. After all, human lifespan is only a few tens or hundreds of years. For us, this is a It's not too long, if we don't really miss you, you can leave at any time..."

"But what about after?" Mamen looked at Iger flatly: "After you go back, you will still look like this when you are a hundred years old, but you are already old? Watching your relatives and friends die one by one?"

Iger was startled when he heard the words. He really never thought about this aspect. He didn't know whether it was because he didn't think about it, or he didn't dare to think about it. Until now, this acute problem has been pointed out so lightly by Mamen.

"We are the devil... Iger." Mammon's eyes showed a trace of loss: "Our power makes all living beings crawl, but even we have some things we can't do..."

Iger pinched his chin and thought for a while, then his eyes lit up, and he took out the "Devil Contract" from his arms: "Here I...have a ritual that can transform my body into a devil...?"

"Impossible..." Mammon shook her head: "It was an accident for you..."

"But I still successfully transformed!" Iger said earnestly.

"Let me tell you why..." Mammon sighed: "That's one of the devil's contract talents-a usage of the Libra contract, which uses the same amount of magic to sacrifice to summon the devil with the same amount of magic. , let the devil directly occupy that person's body."

"There are several big problems in this. First, the transformed person is no longer the original person, but a transformed devil, so it does not mean that you have successfully transformed into a devil, but It's because you are the devil yourself! You were called to it!"

"Second point, you must have the same amount of magic power to let the devil come. The reason why you were summoned at that time was because you were not born at that time, and the magic power in your body was poor. Summoning, this kind of probability is almost impossible, and if you want to summon an adult female devil, you will probably have to drain all the wizards in Europe!"

"Thirdly, that book was meant to amuse humans, don't take it seriously..." Mammon shrugged with a look of indifference.

Iger: "..."

"Now you know it's not feasible, right?" Mammon chuckled lightly: "Of course, if you insist on staying with them for the rest of your life, I won't object, but the process may not be very good."

Iger lowered his head in silence and sighed slightly.

"Look, boy, you can start over here, our lives are long, and this is just a little episode... As a near-indestructible race, the first thing you have to learn is to play down your own. Emotions, it's not that we can't have emotions, but that in many cases, we have to know how to let go..."

Mammon looked at Iger and sighed, then shook his head helplessly: "Stop thinking about the things that bother you, you may try to change your mind and talk to the maids at home, they will definitely I'd love to guide you."

Looking at Iger and still not speaking, Mammon's eyes were soft, and she reached out and touched Iger's head: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking...Mr. Cain..." Iger pinched his chin and thought.

"You plan to turn them into a blood race? I don't think they will agree, and Cain's method has a lot of drawbacks. It was just a creation on a whim that he wanted children in the first place." Mammon shook his head.

"No... I mean... Can we find a compromise in other ways... They don't have to be demons, aren't succubuses okay? Their family's lifespan is also very long... But magic doesn't seem to be It's very strong...at most it's just about the same as me?" Iger looked at Mamen with bright eyes.

Mamen was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and he slapped his forehead: "It seems... feasible?"

"Then let's try it now?" Iger looked at Mammon impatiently and urged.

"Oh... don't rush, I'm not good at this kind of thing..." Mammon shook his head: "We need to find someone who is more proficient in alchemy and summoning."

"Who?" Iger blinked.

"Mephisto."

……

"Ok…"

"It's a very good idea... I really have an idea..."

This is a castle full of fairy tale colors. Unlike the mysterious castle of Iger's family, this castle is full of fantastic colors from the inside to the outside. The colorful walls and floor tiles make the castle look very fairy tale.

At this time, in a study in the castle, behind the desk opposite Iger and Mamen sat a handsome man in a white suit.

The inside of the white suit is a pink shirt~www.wuxiahere.com~ looks like a coquettish batch...

Unlike other devils Iger had seen, Mephisto didn't show his horns and tail. He wore a one-piece circular mirror and had a moustache on his chin, looking like a sophisticated Englishman. Gentleman in general.

"Mammon would never come up with such a method of stealing the other hand, so I think... You must have come up with the idea?"

Mephisto looked at Iger curiously: "What a good descendant... Mammon..."

"Of course, this is my son." Mamen laughed, reaching out and patting Iger's back lightly.

"Put your tail away child... As a gentleman, you shouldn't show off that slender thing everywhere. If you have to show it, let the front one out as well..." Mephisto snapped. Pointing, Iger and Mamen's tails were tied with a bow, and they were stuffed back into their clothes...

Iger: "..."

Do you drive without saying a word?

"How is it? Is Iger's idea feasible?" Mammon asked with a hint of urgency in her eyes. It was about her son's mood, and Mammon was very concerned.

Mephisto smiled, the corners of his mouth curved, and the smile looked very strange: "emmm...From my inference...it's not a big problem~"

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