[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

The author has something to say: the previous one was locked, and I reposted it, because I changed a lot of settings according to the editor's opinion... This article was an HP online game before, but due to many reasons, Xiaoqiu was forced to modify the settings. It’s a big change, so I’m reposting it directly, and I’m sorry for your understanding~

"[The best firearms of the 21st century use lasers, but in a very limited range...in the 23rd century...]"

The sun shone into the room, coating the dark hair of the boy who was writing something at the desk with a layer of pale gold. On the other side of the table, a boy with platinum short hair sat obliquely on the table, with a book open in his hand. With a notebook full of handwriting, he said lazily: "I said Harry, you are the only person I have ever met who started to catch up with homework before the holiday... There are still more than two months, what are you in a hurry for?" ?”

"But Draco, what else can I do if I don't write a thesis?" The ink-haired boy stopped writing and raised his head. The delicately made gold-rimmed glasses rested on the small bridge of his nose, covering a bit of the charming streamer of his green eyes.

The boy known as Draco rolled his eyes: "You are bored because you asked for it? What are you talking about, low-key, low-key, you are so low-key that even the people in the academy don't know you are there. I said you will show up Is it okay to have a meal in a Hogwarts hall?"

"No, that doesn't mean much to me, you know dear little dragon, my goal is to make the whole of Hogwarts ignore my existence." Harry's pen tip started to slide on the manuscript paper again, and the next to it He didn't flip through the reference book, "It would be more perfect if the radiant Master Malfoy was a little further away from me."

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth, jumped off the table with a flick of his wrist, turned his toes to get behind Harry, and instantly pulled away the paper Harry was writing.

"[But the popularized laser guns are facing elimination due to the time-consuming assembly, so...] Tsk tsk, Harry, I wonder why Professor McGonagall will only give a moderately high or low level every time. What about the passing score?" Draco glanced at the handwriting that could only be described as neat and clean on the manuscript paper, and frowned disapprovingly, Harry's ability to change himself at will is really...used to make people speechless aspect.

Harry wasn't annoyed by Draco's behavior, and still had a tepid look: "Ah, probably because those sentences are related to the original sentences in textbooks and reference books."

Minerva McGonagall is a professor at the Hogwarts school where Harry and Draco are studying. She is a very rigorous, capable and well-behaved woman, but she teaches a subject that does not fit her image: mechanical assembly and use.

Well, maybe this can slightly reflect the reason why Professor McGonagall is the head of Gryffindor?

Having said that, Gryffindor is really a very dynamic college, although most of the students there are simple-minded and well-developed-well, except for Principal Dumbledore.

"...Sometimes I really want to tear off your mask to see what kind of existence this person is." Draco complained feebly after hearing Harry's words, and then slapped the manuscript paper back on the table in front of Harry , said confidently: "Lend me after finishing writing."

"What? The dignified young master Malfoy also copied the paper?" Harry was not in a hurry to write at the moment, but looked at Draco jokingly while playing with the pen in his hand.

Draco raised his chin: "Why, can't you?!"

"Okay, okay..." Harry laughed, turned around and continued writing, "Then, as a condition for lending you the paper, I want a [-]% discount for an hour at a store owned by the Malfoy family."

"One hour? What are you doing?" Draco's blue-gray eyes were wary.

Harry wrote the end of the thesis, handed the finished paper to Draco, and looked at the platinum boy through the lens: "It's just shopping."

However, Draco did not relax at all. No one knew better than him that the boy in front of him exuding the aura of "I am ordinary, just ignore me" is simply the most poisonous snake with the appearance of a fake snake and a real badger: "You want to buy Why just tell me no, do we still need to see each other?"

Harry looked at Draco leisurely for a long while, until the fake smile on the corner of the platinum boy's mouth was a little stiff, and then he smiled: "Then trouble our dear Mr. Xiaolong."

"I told you not to add me Xiaolong!" Draco retorted subconsciously.

"Hmm, since Draco has said that - I want all the information on the Potter family and basic social relations - of course, including the relationship with our principal Dumbledore, I believe that with the strength of the Malfoy family, it can be done." Arrived, huh? I will accept this gift as a birthday present~" Harry moved his wrist slightly, and the pen between his fingers drew an arc in the air and entered the pen holder accurately.

Potter family?It's impossible for Harry not to know that if I want to get this information, I have to tell my father, is that the default?

Sure enough, the relationship between Harry and the Potter family is worth investigating. I heard that the Potter family once lost an heir. Could it be...

A trace of surprise rose in Draco's heart.

"What does this have to do with our store discounts?"

There was a slight smile in Harry's eyes: "It's okay."

"Then you...well, I see, I'll let them send it to... where are you on vacation tomorrow?" Draco finally understood. Silly aimed at the pit and jumped down.

Harry nestled lazily in the soft chair, his eyes only opened a slit: "Just send it to Bokin, I'll go pick it up then."

"……I see."

Harry opened his eyes, watched Draco open the door stiffly and went out, chuckled lightly, and closed his eyes again.

Bokin's store is located in Knockturn Alley, which is a dark gathering place in London, England. There, cod smuggling, cod smuggling, and cod killers... only the filth you can't imagine, there is no darkness that is not there, and The Burkin Burke store is the most special existence in Knockturn Alley. No one knows the identity and origin of Mr. Burkin, but people only need to know that there is no stolen goods that Mr. Burkin can't sell.

Young heir of the Malfoy family, since you have not targeted me and helped me, I will give you a chance.

My friendship is not something that just anyone can get.

If you want, it is better for the real you to come to me.

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malfoy manor

The man with black hair and black eyes closed the door of the study with his backhand, and sat opposite the owner of the manor with the corners of his lips tightly pursed, with a trace of exhaustion in his eyes.

"Severus?" The man sitting on the sofa on the other side of the room has platinum blonde hair of the same color as Draco's, but it grows to the waist, fair complexion and delicate without any pores under the sunlight The skin makes this man who can't tell his age from his appearance enough to be a disaster.

"I don't think you will ask such an optional question every time you come over to get to the bottom of why." Severus pulled out the nutrition compartment with his hand next to the nutrition compartment, using an energy He stared at his friend with a penetrating gaze, "Tell me, what are you planning?"

"As expected of my only friend, dear Severus, I never need to waste my time talking to you, that feeling is really wonderful." Lucius took two glasses of red wine and walked towards Severus One of the cups was handed to him, and he smiled.

Severus snorted coldly and didn't take the goblet that Lucius handed over, the corners of his lips curled up in a sarcastic arc: "Perhaps your poor friend can be in the great Malfoy Manor after dealing with affairs all night A refreshing cup of black coffee instead of brain-flushing alcohol, and may I take your remark as an insult to a certain class of people in the British government, Lucius?"

"As a Slytherin and a Malfoy, how can you do such an unnoble thing?" Lucius shrugged, "So every time you come to me and ask you what to drink, you should answer me no Is it?" He calmly poured a cup of black coffee and handed it to Severus, obviously this stunning man had already prepared all possible drinks but would rather take them out after being sprayed with venom.

The platinum beauty showed a smirk and toasted Severus, took a sip of red wine, "Actually, Severus, I have been kindly advising you that the pure lily should not be yours." Ah...Pursuit. Slytherin's persistence and extremeness are shown by you in this aspect, which really makes me feel a kind of helplessness that cannot be expressed in words and words."

"Oh, that would be a disaster - a Malfoy who can't write or speak sometimes." Severus's words were obviously ironic, but avoided Lucius's "chaste lily" flower" speech.

Lucius was well aware of the character of this friend he had known since he was in Hogwarts, and he didn't care about Severus' tone, and with some compromises, he stopped discussing a certain flower: "Okay, okay, Severus You have always been calm and patient, even if I tell you that the object you have been entrusted to find with others has spent five years in an ordinary way under your nose."

"I thought it wasn't the first day you met...Lucius, I thought you'd like to repeat what you just said?"

"Oh, of course." Lucius shook the goblet in his hand casually, "The person you have been entrusted to search for has spent five years in an ordinary way under your nose."

Severus never advertised himself as an aristocrat, but he was always proud of the half of Prince's blood in his body, and no one could fault Severus Springs' aristocratic etiquette.

Especially now that he has inherited everything from the Prince family—property and title.

So even hearing the news that made his blood start to burn with deceit the man still sat there silently.

"Harry Potter?" The man's voice was so soft and silky that it was almost dangerous.

"I don't deny my motive for telling you this, Severus." Lucius admitted unabashedly, then put down the goblet in his hand and reached out to Severus: "Mr. interest, and likewise, I look forward to his interest in you."

Severus looked at the platinum noble hand stretched out in front of him, and put down the goblet in his hand, showing a smirk similar to Lucius's before: "Malfoy is always an excellent Slytherin. "

"It's a great honor to be so appraised by you as the head of Slytherin, Severus." Lucius shook Severus' hand and then let go, the gray-blue eyes clearly Showed a sigh of relief.

"Then, I want the information on Harry Potter."

"Well, Severus, you really asked this." Lucius looked helpless, then took a few steps and took out a piece of paper from the desk drawer on the other side and handed it to Severus, "Although Frustrating at times, but Severus, I must say that Hogwarts is always a place where the strong are hidden."

Severus looked at the thin paper, his eyes gradually became sharper.

Harry Potter, a sixth grader in Slytherin with average grades.

The rest are unknown.

The intelligence network of the Malfoy family has only found such a little thing.

Slytherin.

A snake that knows how to hide its edge at a young age?