Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

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

Today, I almost misfired, and Iger was very uncomfortable because he couldn't get up and down...

If I don't see my two girlfriends again, Iger thinks that he might explode at any time...

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

Iger directly found Mamen, 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, Iger found that his father loves those money and treasures, and his mother Froserbina likes to train the undead army very much. She has a mysterious feeling about developing the army. persistent...

"Back to the human world?" Mamen was stunned: "What's the matter, child? Is there something wrong?"

"I need to go back and do some things, it's best to bring my girlfriends back..." Iger shook his head slightly.

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

"What do you mean?" Iger froze.

"I mean..." Mammon waved her hands indifferently, and conjured up another soft chair beside her: "Will they be willing to live in hell? And your friends..."

Iger hesitated for a moment, he thought what Mammon said made sense.

What is Hermione's goal?

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

Aisha is fine, she will follow wherever she goes.

But what about the other friends?

What about the Grangers?

"It seems that you have roughly figured it out..." Mammon shrugged, "It's impossible for them to come here with you..."

Iger's eyes dimmed suddenly.

"So..." Mammon took a sip from the wine glass on the small table beside him: "I can send you back to be with them, after all, the lifespan of human beings is only as short as tens or hundreds of years. It's not too long, if we don't really miss you, you can leave anytime..."

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

Iger was taken aback when he heard the words. He had never thought about this issue before, and he didn't know whether it was because he didn't think about it, or because he didn't dare to think about it. Until now, Mamen pointed out this sharp question so lightly.

"We are the devil... Egger." Mammon's eyes showed a trace of disappointment: "Our strength makes all living beings crawl, but even we have some powerless things..."

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

"Impossible..." Mammon shook her head, "You were an accident..."

"But I managed to change!" Iger said with earnest eyes.

"Let me tell you why..." Mammon sighed: "It's one of the devil's contract talents—a usage of the scale contract, using the same amount of magic power to sacrifice to summon the devil with the same amount of magic power , let the devil directly occupy that person's body.

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"There are a few big problems in this. First, the transformed person is no longer the original person, but a transformed devil. So it doesn't mean that you have successfully transformed into a devil, but It's because you are a devil yourself! You were summoned!"

"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 pitifully scarce. Summoning, this kind of probability is almost impossible, and to summon an adult female devil, you probably have to drain the blood of all wizards in Europe!"

"Third, that book is meant to amuse human beings, so don't take it seriously..." Mammon shrugged, her expression indifferent.

Iger: "..."

"Now you know it's not feasible?" Mammon chuckled: "Of course, if you insist on accompanying them through this life, I won't object, but the process may not be very good."

Iger lowered his head in silence and sighed slightly.

"Look out, kid, you can start over here, our life is very long, this is just a little episode... As a nearly immortal race, the first thing you have to learn is to dilute your own Emotion, this is not to say that we cannot have emotions, but that in many cases, we must know how to let go..."

Looking at Iger's appearance, Mamen sighed, and shook her head helplessly: "Stop thinking about things that bother you, maybe you can try to change your mindset and talk to the maids at home, they will definitely I'd love to guide you."

Seeing that Iger still didn't speak, Mamen's eyes were soft, and he reached out and touched Iger's head: "What are you thinking?"

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

"You plan to turn them into blood races? I don't think they will agree, and Cain's method has a lot of drawbacks. It was just a creation made on a whim when he wanted children at the beginning." Mammon shook her head.

"No... what I mean is... can we use other methods to find a compromise... It doesn't have to be that they become devils, isn't it okay for succubi? Their lifespan is also very long... but magic power doesn't seem to be Very strong... At most it's about the same as me?" Iger looked at Mammon with bright eyes.

Mamen was taken aback when he heard the words, and he slapped his head suddenly: "It seems... feasible?"

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

"Oh...don't worry, 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."

...

"Um…"

"Very good idea...really very thoughtful..."

This is a castle full of fairy tales. Different from the mysterious style of the Iger’s castle, this castle is full of fantasy from the inside to the outside. The colorful walls and floor tiles make the castle look like a fairy tale.

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

Inside the white suit is a pink shirt, which looks coquettish...

Unlike other devils that Iger has seen, Mephisto did not show his horns and tail. He wears a monocle mirror and has a mustache on his chin. He looks like an elegant British Gentleman in general.

"Mammon will never come up with such a method of stealing the beam, so I think...you must have come up with this idea?"

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

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

"Put your tail away, kid... As a gentleman, you shouldn't show off that slender thing everywhere. If you have to show off, put the one in front too..." Mephisto slapped Pointing, Iger and Mammon's tails were immediately tied with a bow, and they were stuffed back into their clothes...

Iger: "..."

Do you drive without saying anything?

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

Mephisto smiled, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, and his smile looked very strange: "emmm... from my inference... it's not a big problem~"

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