[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

"Mr. Black, I sincerely hope that I will never see your face again in my lifetime." Harry wrote Sirius Black's medical record recommending discharge from the hospital and inserted the medical record sheet back on the bedside.

At this time, Saint-Germont's VIP ward was not yet visiting time. Sirius looked at the young man in a white coat in front of him, trying to find a trace of a friend and his wife from him.

"We will have someone notify the Black couple later, and the specific precautions will also be handed over to your family members." Harry said indifferently, without exploring the meaning of the strange expression on the face of the young patriarch Black on the hospital bed at this time.

"Wait!" Sirius hurriedly raised his voice to stop the boy who was about to leave.

Harry turned around, raising an eyebrow.

"That...I mean...you...um..." Sirius struggled to organize his words, trying not to ruin this rare opportunity to be alone with Harry.

"Mr. Black, I still have a lot of things to do." Harry frowned. He didn't want to get in touch with anyone or anything related to the Potter family, because he didn't want to use any attitude to solve it—or in other words—to face him. right.

"I want to ask Hogwarts school starts soon, do you want to go to school or stay in Saint-Germain!" Provoked by Harry, Sirius asked the question he had just hesitated very fluently.

"Even if I am forced to come to Saint-Germont to treat you because of you, it doesn't mean that I should give up my studies and wait for your summons in Saint-Germont." As soon as the words came out, Harry was speechless for a while, and began to reflect on whether he had been punished by the West. Fleurs' influence was too deep.

Sirius could hear the smell of a deadly enemy in Harry's words, and he didn't know what to say after being choked up.Originally, when he was facing Harry, he had a very awkward feeling. To be honest, even though he was Harry’s godfather, he always felt a kind of alienation and strangeness to this young Sirius whom he had never gotten along with. , not to mention that this boy is not at all like his lively and cheerful friend.Even though the conflicts between the current colleges are not as irreconcilable as they were many years ago, Slytherin and Gryffindor are as incompatible as if they were inherited by nature, and Sirius, as Gryffindor in the Slytherin Snakes, I am very sensitive to the theory of the academy, and in various ways, I feel at a loss for Harry, and I feel that any attitude is wrong, but my friend entrusted him with the important task of understanding Harry, and the atmosphere is weird. trick thing.

Harry glanced at Sirius with a troubled expression, pulled the door and walked out of the ward.

Strolling to the pharmacy laboratory, there was no one there as expected. Harry casually pulled up a chair and sat in the corner, looking at the various pharmacy bottles in the room, his eyes gradually lost focus as he thought about it.

……

"Snapped."

A soft sound brought Harry back to his mind. Through the window, it was already pitch black. He turned his head slightly. The man by the door was wearing straight trousers, and the top button of his shirt was rigorously buttoned. Between the left elbow, the right hand was slowly lowering from the switch, looking at him expressionlessly.

Harry looked at Severus in silence for a while, then raised his eyes to the ceiling, as if planning to continue to wander like this.

Severus put the coat between his elbows casually on the back of an empty chair, took out a white coat from the side cabinet and put it on, as if he didn't see the boy in the corner, walked to the test bench and turned on the switch, Glancing at the formula floating on the light screen in front of him, the movements spread out like flowing clouds and flowing water.

At some point, Harry's eyes moved from the ceiling to the man, his expression changed, and when the man finally put down the potion bottle, he said aggrievedly: "The test bench and the formula are prettier than me?"

"Otherwise what do you think?" Severus turned and raised an eyebrow.

"...I thought you were looking for me." Harry curled his lips, moved his stiff body, and bent his right leg over his left.

"That's really embarrassing Mr. Potter, your value is not as good as the potion formula in the Hogwarts fifth grade textbook." Severus snorted and mocked.

Harry leaned on his forehead and sighed lowly: "Okay... so, can we go home now?"

Severus happily walked towards the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Harry who was still sitting there, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Is the columnar body below Mr. Potter's waist useless?"

Just as Harry was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, and said with a half-smile: "The professor is... teasing me? Don't worry, professor, even if I have never used my 'column', but in the name of Siber I swear, my 'columnar body' will definitely grow~good~good~"

Severus' face darkened for a moment, and he opened the door to go out: "Molesting a little guy who hasn't even grown his hair yet?"

Harry got up and chased it out, turned off the light by the way, and smiled as he walked: "Professor, can you check it, I promise, my hair has grown all the way down, really!"

***——***——*Hogwarts school starts~(≧▽≦)/~la la la***——***—***

"Yo, long time no see, Draco~" Harry half leaned against the bed, and waved the note in his hand to the platinum boy who pushed the door into the dormitory.

Draco closed the door behind his back, and said angrily: "Why do I feel that the air is so fresh without you."

"It hurts." Harry threw the notes in his hand on the bedside table. "Did you finish your holiday homework?"

Draco immediately straightened his back and pulled the tone commonly used by nobles: "Malfoy has never done such stupid things as failing to complete his homework."

Harry burst into laughter: "Sure enough, the little platinum beauty is much cuter than the big platinum beauty~"

When Draco heard the words, he quickly came up with the equation in his mind: the little platinum beauty = little Malfoy = himself, so the big platinum beauty = Malfoy's current patriarch = his own father.

Wait... there seems to be something wrong——

"Harry Potter, you didn't tease me enough and you teased my dad!"

Harry's expression froze for a moment, and then he patted the bed and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha... Xiaolong, why are you so cute! Hahahaha..."

Draco blushed and let out a dry cough to ease his embarrassment. He must have been infected by the guy in front of him, otherwise why would his brain always go offline in front of him...

"But having said that--" Harry lay weakly on the bed, squinted at Draco with his blue eyes brimming with tears of laughter, and whispered in a voice hoarse from laughing, "Compared to your beautiful Barbed father, I like your ascetic and delicious godfather even more~"

Draco, who was about to go to the desk to do something, froze for a moment, moved his neck a little bit to look at the smiling young man on the bed, and said with difficulty: "Are you... Tired of work?"

"Probably not yet." Harry rolled over on his back on the bed.

Draco stared at Harry for a while, his expression gradually became serious: "Are you serious?"

"Hmm, what else?" Harry stared at the ceiling, answering his roommate's question.

How could the young master of the Malfoy family be such a harmless existence? It's just that the Malfoy family is now on the cusp. Lucius Malfoy can be said to have dominated the British aristocracy. Heir, everyone understands the truth that prosperity must decline, but now...

"Harry Potter, don't you want the Potter family anymore?" Draco opened the chair and sat down, frowning.

Harry sneered, "Can I not?"

"Don't say it as if you are being persecuted by everyone. I don't believe that if you don't want it, you can't hide your identity completely? If you don't want it, why did you use this name to enter Hogwarts? Don't tell me You didn't expect that the people in Knockturn Alley would die in some kind of garbage dump if they were such idiots, right? You'd better put away that hypocrisy in front of me, if it's hypocrisy--" Draco's lips curled into a sneer smirk, "No one can compare to Malfoy."

"Yo, what? When it comes to the godfather, you show your claws?" Harry said, not caring or surprised at Draco's huge transformation, "You put it on again, continue~ My people still told me before that Mal Master Fu vomited in Knockturn Alley not long ago? How can I remember the number of times someone went to Knockturn Alley in private? I can’t count it with my hands and feet?"

"Snakes don't have claws, and are you sure you want to discuss such a boring topic with me here?" Draco snorted coldly, "I still don't care about that guy you stuffed beside me, do I?"

"If you don't give you a shield, how can you continue to pretend from those assassinations? I just gave you a reason, and Angus was not sent by me." Harry squirmed a few times on the bed sheet, Lying on the bed, he continued to look at the ceiling, "I haven't even asked you for a favor, but Angus is very capable and expensive."

The author has something to say: