Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts - Chapter 267

“Well…he looks handsome, he’s a handsome guy…”

Early in the morning of the second day Iger came to Mamen Castle, a group of devils appeared in the deserted castle at some time, and at this time Iger was looking around curiously.

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

“Hmm…” Iger’s little face was pinched and deformed, muttering indistinctly.

“The figure and Mammon also look very similar…but they look more like Frosserpina…” A strong man like an iron tower stood behind Iger with his arms over his shoulders.

“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 left the world!”

Iger noticed that this group of devils can speak any language. Most of the time, they communicate with English, French, Chinese and other earth languages, and sometimes when they laugh, they will subconsciously speak some more obscure languages. .

That’s ancient rune…

Are you really afraid of blowing up the house?

“We should give him a little gift… What do you think? According to his age, he should be my nephew…”

A boy with red horns on his head floated in the air, looking at Iger curiously: “Your name is Iger, right? My name is Belial, it’s my uncle~”

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

Iger looked at the demon in front of him who looked about the same size as himself, wondering if he should call this uncle…

“I’m 2,632 years old this year!” Beryl said with a smile.

Iger: “…”

“Come and call uncle~ call uncle~ hehehehe…” Beryl grinned with a smirk.

Iger couldn’t help but wonder if he really came to hell?

No matter how you look at this style, it doesn’t quite match the legendary hell…

“Uncle…Uncle…” Iger called out reluctantly.

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

“You…have the scent of my descendants…” A slightly cold voice came to Iger’s ear. Iger turned his head to look, and a tall and thin man was sniffing beside him…

Iger: “!!!”

I beg you all to be normal, okay?

“Go away, Cain! Don’t be so disgusting!” Frosserpina pulled Cain away and shielded Iger behind her: “You are not called descendants, just poor toy creatures! If you have the ability, you will be born Say it one more time!”

Cain…

Iger is quite familiar with the name…

The ancestor of vampires…

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

At this time, in the auditorium of the castle, more and more devils came to watch Iger, and after a while, forty or fifty people appeared here…

It was also the first time that Iger discovered that they were all from the same race of devils, and despite the different skin colors, there would still be devils of different colors!

For example, a guy with flames burning all over his body, Iger always felt that he looked 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 temperament.

There is even a black body, but the magic pattern on the body is a white devil.

Iger found that the common denominators of these demons were horns, wings and tails.

Originally, Iger felt that his tail was very annoying, it looked cheap…

But looking at it now, Iger thinks that his tail is actually okay…

For example, Mammon’s tail and Frosserpina’s tail are always hooked together slightly unconsciously, and Bellia’s tail is always swept around her side, as if driving flies or something.

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

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

No one here is always staring at the horns above 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, the rich black that cannot be melted.

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

“I want to give my undead army to my son as a gift!” Iger faintly heard such a sentence…

“Oh! It’s really good, he will definitely like it!” said the lady on the side.

Who will like it!

Can you send me something normal, my mother?

For example, the maids and sisters at home cough, cough… or something…

What Chonghua said before is right, there are only a hundred demons in this world, but there are many succubuses as vassal races. In this castle alone, there must be one succubus who serves Frosserpina. More than a hundred!

And the most helpless thing for Iger is the visual observation that these succubuses may be no 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 in any case.

Can’t use force…

“That’s right! I’ll show you the gift I’m going to give to Iger!” Belial raised his hand to attract the attention of the surrounding, and then he reached out and grabbed it in the void, and a dim and incomplete light appeared in the in his hands.

“Look at you! The broken soul!” Beryl exclaimed excitedly: “When I was sleeping that day…”

“Which day were you not sleeping?” Mammon glanced at Belial.

“Don’t interrupt me!” Beryl waved his hand: “This guy may have just come to **** or something, he actually wants to take me away!”

“Fortunately, I found it in time! If it’s a little later…” Belial looked at Iger with a serious face: “He will be killed by my head maid…”

Iger: “…”

“It’s also hard for him. The devil’s soul and body can be regarded as a whole, and he’s wasting his time…” Beryl muttered regretfully.

Holy crap… This is not the same plot as I expected…

What are you worried about?

“Send it to you~” Beryl shoved the soul into Iger’s hands at will: “Incomplete souls are very rare, I just heard that some dark wizards could split their souls about a thousand years ago, but after death The soul will still be reorganized, but this one is still incomplete, shouldn’t it be unlucky to encounter a dementor? Hahaha…”

Wait, Dementors?

Iger was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and put his eyes on the piece of soul in his hand. Sure enough, Iger found that he had run into a fellow…

Iger: *^▽^*) What a coincidence~”

Voldemort: “…”

let me die thanks…

Why?

what is this?

I’ve been thrown into hell~www.mtlnovel.com~ Why did I still meet this guy?

For a moment, Voldemort’s heart was full of mixed feelings.

When I first came to hell, I saw a guy who slept very sweetly. That guy looked a lot like that kid Iger, and should be of the same race.

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

I never thought of it… I can’t help but say, I can’t even support a little maid standing beside the bed…

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

Voldemort: The bitterness in the baby’s heart wah ah ah ah TMLGBD wow…