Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"Hmm... very handsome, a handsome boy..."

Early the next morning when Iger came to Mammon Castle, a group of devils appeared in the deserted castle at some point, and they were looking around Iger curiously.

A tall lady looked at Iger in amazement, and from time to time raised Iger's chin with a small fan in her hand and looked up and down Iger's little face.

"Hmm..." Iger's small face was pinched and deformed, and he muttered indistinctly.

"The figure looks similar to Mammon's...but it looks more like Froserbina..." A strong man like an iron tower stood behind Iger with his arms folded.

"I brought him back!" Chonghua laughed and communicated with the people around him: "How is it? If it wasn't for me, he might have escaped to the world!"

Iger noticed that these demons can really speak any language. Most of the time, they communicate in earth languages ​​such as English, French and Chinese, and sometimes they will subconsciously speak some obscure languages ​​when they laugh. .

That's an ancient rune...

Are you really not afraid of blowing up the house?

"What small gift should we give him... What do you think? According to his age, he should be my nephew..."

A boy with red horns on his head was floating leisurely in the air, looking at Iger curiously: "Your name is Iger, right? My name is Belial, uncle~"

Beryl's eyes were big, and his dark eyes looked like a deep pool. He curled up and floated in front of Iger, his tail wagging behind him.

Iger looked at the devil in front of him who looked about the same age as himself, wondering if he should call him uncle...

"I am 2,632 years old this year!" Beryl said with a smile.

Iger: "..."

"Come and call uncle~ call uncle~ hehehehe..." Belial grinned silly.

Iger couldn't help wondering if he really came to hell?

No matter how you look at it, this style of painting doesn't quite match the legendary hell...

"Uncle...Uncle..." Iger called out with some reluctance.

"Hey!" Bailey suddenly laughed happily. He turned his head and thought about the group of devils showing off next to him: "He called me uncle, did you hear that? Hahaha..."

"You...have the breath of my descendants..." A slightly indifferent voice came to Iger's ear, and Iger turned his head to look, and a tall and thin man was sniffing around beside him...

Iger: "!!!"

I beg you all to be normal, okay?

"Go away, Cain! Don't be so disgusting!" Froserbina pulled Cain away and protected Iger behind her: "You are not called descendants, they are just poor toy creations! If you have the ability, you will be born!" One more time!"

cain...

Iger knows the name quite well...

The ancestor of vampires...

This is the real ancestor of vampires, not the kind of vampires like Dracula who are hundreds of thousands of years old...

At this time, in the auditorium of the castle, more and more demons came to watch Iger, and in a short while, forty or fifty people appeared here...

It was also the first time that Iger discovered that they were all the same race of devils. Apart from the different skin colors, there were actually devils of different colors!

For example, a guy with flames all over his body, Iger has always felt that he looks like the sword demon in the game he played in his previous life...

There is also a man with brown complexion, handsome face, quiet and indifferent demeanor.

There is even a devil whose whole body is black, but the magic patterns on his body are white.

Iger found that the common features of these devils are horns, wings and tails.

Originally Iger thought his tail was annoying, it looked cheap...

But looking at it now, Iger thinks his tail is actually fine...

For example, Mammon's tail and Froserbina's tail are always hooked together unconsciously, and Beria's tail is always sweeping around, as if driving away flies or something.

In contrast, Iger found that his tail was quite obedient!

For the first time, Iger felt a sense of identity here.

No one here is always staring at the horns on top of his head because everyone has…

No one paid attention to Iger's rich black eyeshadow anymore, because everyone had all kinds of magic lines on their faces.

Even the fingernails, the people here are the same as Iger, rich and indelible black.

Froserbina was chatting with several beautiful ladies, showing off from time to time.

"I want to give my undead army to my son as a gift!" Iger faintly heard this sentence...

"Oh! It's really good, he will definitely like it!" said the lady on the side.

Who would like it!

How about some normal things, my lord?

For example, the maids and sisters at home are coughing cough coughing... or something...

What Chonghua said before is correct. There are only more than a hundred demons in this world, but there are many succubus clans as vassal races. In this castle alone, there must be one succubus who serves Froserbina More than a hundred people!

And what makes Iger most helpless is that the visual inspection of these succubi may not be much worse than his current strength...

After all, it is one of the higher races in hell. Although it is only a vassal of the devils, it is not comparable to other races anyway.

Can't use force...

"That's right! I'll show you the gift I want to give Iger!" Belial raised his hand to attract the attention of the surroundings, and then he reached out and grabbed it in the void, and a somewhat dim and incomplete light appeared. in his hands.

"Look, look! Broken soul!" Beryl shouted excitedly: "When I was sleeping that day..."

"Aren't you sleeping one day?" Mammon glanced at Belial.

"Don't interrupt me!" Beryl waved his hand: "This guy may have just come to hell or something, he actually wants to take me away!"

"Fortunately, I found out in time! If it was later..." Beryl looked at Iger with a serious face: "He will be killed by my head maid..."

Iger: "..."

"It's hard work for him. The devil's soul and body can be regarded as a whole, so his efforts are wasted..." Beryl muttered regretfully.

Fuck... This is not the same as the plot I expected...

Is this what you are worried about?

"Send it to you~" Belial stuffed the soul into Iger's hand casually: "Incomplete souls are very rare, I just heard that some black wizards could split the soul about a thousand years ago, but after death The soul will still be reorganized, but this one is still incomplete, so it won’t be unlucky to meet a dementor, right? Hahaha..."

Wait, Dementors?

Iger was taken aback when he heard the words, and set his eyes on the piece of soul in his hand. Sure enough, Iger found himself running into a fellow...

Iger: "(*^▽^*) what a coincidence~"

Voldemort: "..."

let me die thanks...

Why?

what is this?

I've been sent to hell, why did I still meet this guy?

For a moment, Voldemort felt mixed feelings.

When I first came to Hell, I saw a guy who was sleeping very soundly. That guy looked very similar to that guy, Iger, and he should be of the same race.

And he looks younger, if I occupy his body, then I will definitely be stronger, then I can fight back again and take revenge on that devil boy!

Never thought of it... I can't help but say it, I can't even support a little maid standing by someone's bed...

The most disgusting thing is that this guy sent me to Iger!

Voldemort: The pain in the baby's heart, wow, ah, TMLGBD, wow...