Wizard school Stories

The demon appeared in the middle of the pentagram, coughing. “It worked! The spell worked!  I summoned a demon!” I said.  I looked at the short guy in the middle of the pentagram.  It looked like a small version of a middle-aged man, a little bit like my astrology teacher.  His skin was regular skin color, not red, and he was dressed in ordinary robes.“You are a demon, aren’t you?” I asked.He coughed again.  “And what wer...