[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

Harry didn't stay at Prince's Manor for long, kept one of each of the two inhibitors, and asked Severus to draw a few test tubes of blood before returning to Potter Manor.

Harry didn't try to hide anything. Those who knew something, such as Doria and Nitanley, knew something from Harry's expression, but at least on the surface, their reactions were very flat.

After lunch, Harry knocked on Nitanley's door.

"I actually didn't expect this day to come so soon—it seems that I can't become this Mrs. Potter?" Nitanli closed the door, smiling brightly and movingly.

"I don't think so." Harry pulled up his chair and sat down. "But the current situation doesn't mean we're okay."

Ni Tanli said: "I don't care about this at all. The name of your fiancée is still very useful. I didn't expect you to be very prestigious in Saint-Germand's medicine?"

"It seems that you have received a lot of satisfactory news?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

The corners of Nitanli's lips raised slightly: "Not only did I get what I wanted, but I also compiled a list of Death Eaters by some means. Are you interested?"

"Good method." Harry applauded slowly, and glanced at the rolled note that Nitanli took out from the vanity box, "Tell me, what do you want?"

"Why don't you tell us about your plans about Voldemort first?" Nitanley twirled the small roll of paper with her fingers accustomed to various weapons, "You probably don't know the news that Voldemort left California, but why haven't you heard about it until now? Take measures?"

"You think the measures I should take are that I run to Voldemort's only way to snipe him?" Harry sneered.

Nitanli realized that her and Harry's identities were different, causing her thoughts to differ, she paused, and asked, "That means you've already taken action."

"So?" Except for the occasional abnormal brain circuit in front of Severus, Harry was very shrewd and even cunning at other times.

Nitanli took a deep breath: "We had an agreement before, but now it seems that I haven't helped you a lot. I understand this..."

"Wait, I have a different idea about this." Harry interrupted Nitanley, "I just gave you an identity, and you solve all the troubles that this identity brings, to me these Very helpful. You can't give me any more, and I'm not willing to exchange it for you."

Nitanli was silent for a while, then threw the note in her hand to Harry, and winked at Harry: "I still remember when we were on the plane and you asked me to act with you in front of Prince, see Is it unnecessary to come?"

Harry also smiled: "Thank you for your sweet revenge two days ago. I was a little out of my mind by Sev's behavior at that time, so don't take it too seriously."

"Oh, you're welcome~" Nitanli's eyes flashed with surprise and understanding, and then she changed her voice, "SHIELD will not get involved too much in your affairs, but there is only one thing, no matter what the situation is, it must not harm ordinary people. People. If there is a fight, find a spacious place where there is no one?"

"Of course, the vampires never want to be exposed to the sun." Harry put the note away, "Nitaly, in return for this list, I can do one thing for you."

Nitanli tapped the table with her index finger curled up, her dark brown curly hair slid over her shoulders and hung in front of her body: "One thing... It seems that I really feel sorry for myself if I don't think about it."

"You can think for a long time, don't worry." Harry looked at his watch and stood up, "I'm going out first, you can send me the newsletter after you think about it."

"No!" Nitanley's urgent tone made Harry raise his eyebrows.

Pursing her lips, Nitanli's eyelashes drooped slightly: "I want an identity, an ordinary identity that won't be noticed by S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Hearing the unexpected request, Harry turned to face Nitanley, looked at her for a while, and said, "Do you want to retire?"

"No... not just retirement, I hope that Nitanli is a dead person in the S.H.I.E.L.D. file." Nitanli looked up at Harry with a firm expression, "I want a completely different face, A complete identity that will never be found out! I will use that list to start a deal with you!"

"...It's not difficult, but you know better than me how to hide from S.H.I.E.L.D., don't you?" Harry said, "Then, we don't have much time in the future, why don't you plan your accident well?" 'Death,' Miss Agent."

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"Hello?" Harry answered Tony's communication.

"Dear Harry, good evening~" Tony's face that couldn't hide his flamboyant expression even though he was wearing sunglasses appeared on the light screen.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched: "I haven't settled with you before, but you came here first?"

"We'll have a good exchange of feelings after we meet." Tony's words made Harry feel ominous, and when Mr. Iron Man swept the light screen over the surrounding buildings, Harry sighed deeply.

"Eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, did you come at this time on purpose?!" Harry didn't rest for three days, and was flipping through the information about Knockturn Alley in the past five years, population flow and transactions sent by Lena. There will be discomfort, but I have to say that the sudden appearance of Tony Stark at this time actually surprised Harry a bit.

"It's a surprise to pick me up, come or not?"

Harry picked up the key on the table and snorted at the light screen: "Wait!"

How could it be possible that the helm of the Stark Group didn't have someone to pick up the plane after getting off the plane? Tony contacted Harry specially, and there must be something for him—very important, something that cannot be handed over to others.

……

"I haven't seen you in a few months, you look good, didn't you use that inhibitor?" There was no one at the airport late at night, Tony opened the door of the car parked in front of him and got in, took off his sunglasses and threw them aside.

"It's useless if the goal is achieved. The good children of the Holy See are probably looking for the young master of Knockturn Alley all over London. It's so pitiful." Harry shrugged.

Tony and Harry looked at each other for a few seconds, and both laughed.

Out of the corner of Tony's eye, Harry glanced at the driver in front of him, and Harry nodded.

Without further ado, Tony took out a very unfamiliar pendant from Harry's neck and pulled it off with all his strength. Tony turned left and right in his hand a few times to open the pendant to reveal the chip inside, and handed it to Harry.

Harry took it and carefully put it away: "Did you find something?"

"This is the blood race virus I extracted from your blood. According to what you said, you were infected by Voldemort's blood, so the set of abnormal genetic data I found in it should belong to him." Tony's expression Seriously, "His blood didn't merge with your blood at all, but dispersed into tiny cells as toxins lurking in your body. In the blood, but I found something very strange, it's the same as yours and yours. Compared with the blood of the general purebred blood, the gene chain in Voldemort's blood is very strange. In terms of similarity, it is closer to your gene chain form. To put it simply, the conclusion is - I suspect that Voldemort is not at all The complete blood race, but the half blood race that has not completed the final transformation like you! The research data on this is in the chip."

Harry could no longer maintain his composure on his face, and his emerald green eyes were filled with shock: "This is impossible! If this is the case, how could Gellert have not noticed at all, he couldn't have pretended so well! He and Geller before They have lived together for so many years!"

"It's impossible to talk about it later. There is one more thing..." Before Tony finished speaking, the car the two were riding in shook violently, as if they had been hit maliciously.

Harry turned sharply and opened the curtains to look outside.

"Sir, someone is attacking us!" The driver hurriedly stabilized the vehicle.

Harry subconsciously looked at Tony.

Tony spread his hands: "This is the second thing I want to say. The people from S.H.I.E.L.D. who were sent to me later were Voldemort's people. Unfortunately, Mr. 'White Mouse' probably knew about this research."

The author has something to say: Mr. White Mouse is the researched Voldemort...

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