[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

After sending Tony to the villa under Stark's name, Severus took Harry back to Prince Manor.

Harry tried to struggle: "Hey! Severus! I still have something to finish!"

Carrying Harry into the gate of the manor, Severus put Harry down, glanced at Harry with the look of "we'll settle what happened just now", and said disgustedly: "Go change your clothes and Clean yourself Mr Potter, there is a visitor in the study."

I knew you wouldn't be kind enough to pick me up!

Harry figured out who the so-called guest was in a flash of his brain, and ran up the stairs across the garden into the hall of the manor, curling his lips.

Severus handed the coat to Butler Morgan: "Send three glasses of red wine to the study in 10 minutes."

"Yes, sir."

Severus immediately stepped up the stairs, and simply went back to the room to change clothes.

As for the guests in the study... Anyway, they have something to ask for, so just wait.

By the time Harry packed up and pushed open the study door to go in, Severus had already changed his clothes and hadn't known how long he had talked with that shiny guest.

"Oh?" The current patriarch of the shiny Malfoy family uttered an ambiguous tone.

Severus handed a glass of red wine to Harry who walked beside him, and Harry took it and sat on another vacant soft chair. I don't know if it was Severus' intention, but the original soft chair in the study was replaced All that was left was three soft chairs made of silver and green fabric in a triangular distribution around a round glass tea table in the middle.

"Mr. Malfoy can call me Mrs. Prince if he wants, and I don't think Sev will mind." As soon as Harry sat down, he shot an air bomb at the platinum-gold shining nobleman opposite him.

With a stiff neck, Lucius stared straight at Severus, making sure that his friend didn't intend to refute at all, he coughed lightly to suppress his surprise: "...It seems that good things are coming to Prince Manor, Congratulations, Severus."

"It's a good thing indeed." Severus smiled noncommittally.

Harry hooked his lips: "It's a pity that there will be no wedding at Prince Manor, so the Malfoy patriarch wants invitations, but he doesn't have them."

Lucius' face was covered with an aristocratic reserved smirk: "But I have been waiting for an invitation from Mr. Harry Potter himself for a long time."

"It's only been a few days since the Roskaway meeting. I thought Chief Malfoy would be more patient?" Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, and he could see the sincerity even though it was fake.

Seeing Lucius deflated, Severus felt a burst of refreshment. Watching the conversation between these two was a bit like a fox haggling with a snake, and then the snake just watched the little fox's claws reach out to his plate and couldn't take a bite, aggrieved. No way.

Fortunately, Harry didn't intend to have a bad relationship with the friend of this friend's father's boyfriend, and quickly cut into the topic as Lucius wished: "I experienced an attack just now, but it was not dangerous, but I believe that Chief Malfoy will definitely be interested in the mastermind behind this attack?"

Lucius' expression went blank for a moment, and then the corner of his eye glanced at Severus, and fell into a deep silence after getting his friend's nod.

Harry unhurriedly sipped the red wine in his goblet when there was a knock on the study door.

Severus frowned and raised his voice, "Come in."

When Butler Morgan came in, Lucius had put away all the expressions on his face, which undoubtedly interrupted Harry's purpose of using a psychological offensive to win over Lucius.

"Sir, two guests have come to visit Mr. Potter."

Harry turned his head in surprise: "Who is it?"

Butler Morgan glanced at Lucius, lowered his head and said in a steady tone: "Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Angostoria."

As soon as this remark came out, the three people in the study had undisguised surprise on their faces.

Harry thought for a moment, then asked Severus, "Severus, is there a cubicle?"

Both Severus and Lucius looked at Harry.

Harry motioned to Butler Morgan to send someone to clear the wine glasses on the table, and said lightly: "I'm surprised that Draco and Angus will come, especially at this time and place, so I don't mind satisfying the three of us at the same time." curiosity."

……

When Draco came in, he was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked at Harry.

Harry smiled and said nothing.

There are still three soft chairs in the study, just right.

Draco glanced around the study, and then gently pulled Angus's sleeve beside him.

"Sit down and talk slowly." Three glasses of newly delivered red wine have been prepared on the table in front of Harry, "Tell me, what made you visit me at this time and this place."

Coincidentally, Draco sat exactly where Lucius sat just now.

"My lord, you were attacked just now?" Angus said first, "The teacher said that your physical condition does not seem to be ideal. I think I understand what it means now."

Angus and Lena have different identities, he is not a blood clan, Gellert is his teacher but not the master, and now Angustoria is the patriarch of the No. Wealthy French nobleman.

"Oh, it's nothing, there are always people who don't like me, you know Angus, there are not many creatures who don't like me." Harry chuckled, "Why, I haven't seen you for five years and you learned to talk around the bush? "

"How dare I, my lord, it hurts my heart for you to misunderstand me so much." Angus said quietly, "He is not our opponent—ah, no, he is just a betrayer, lovely Voldemort Sir, the Death Eaters have developed into France and developed into the Tolia family, it’s really dumbfounding~”

"Cute? Well... I can't help but want to mention, Angus, your aesthetics are getting weirder and weirder." Harry glanced at Angus, "Who did he send?"

"A lady who is not so lovely to be pitied." Angus sighed, "I am really angry for smashing up my manor."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco said, "It's Bellatrix Black, she's my aunt by blood."

"Well, I know her." Harry expressed his opinion indifferently, "A loyal lunatic, to be honest, this kind of person is really not suitable for recruiting a family. Is Voldemort out of his mind?"

"He used to be normal... No, it should be said that he was indeed a qualified monarch, except for the imprint." Draco sneered, "but a bastard is always a bastard."

"Draco?" Harry didn't think that word would come out of Draco's mouth, who was always careful about image etiquette, a few seconds ago.

"I found out about Tom Riddle's life experience by accident. The so-called Voldemort is nothing more than a stupid word game!" Draco pulled out the document that had been rolled up and hidden from his sleeve and threw it on the table. The product of Merry! If it wasn't because of an accident that he didn't know... what qualifications does he have! What qualifications do he have!"

Harry didn't look at those documents, but frowned seriously: "...Compared with this, what I want to know is who gave you this document."

"Draco, this information has been permanently sealed, and even the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have not been able to find it." Harry stared closely at Draco, whose expression changed slightly, "Tell me Draco, this information is Where did it come from?!"

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