[HP] Double Dragon with Companion

Since Harry moved into the Potions Professor's house shamelessly, the Potions Professor once again lived a life of three lifes with help with potion materials, someone to help with cleaning, and someone to help with cooking.

But a few days later, two owls broke into the spider's end alley, and were almost smashed to pieces by the dead air released by Harry's conditioned reflex.

The owl, with half its feathers missing, screamed and dropped two invitation letters, broke out in a panic and broke through the glass window to escape.

The disturbed Potions Professor came up from the basement with a dark face, repaired the broken glass, and accepted an invitation letter from Harry.

The red cover, the bronzing trim, and the magic pattern poured with pure gold exude a faint smell of ambergris.

Severus stared straight at the invitation letter, moved his fingers slightly, and gritted his teeth: "Damn Gryffindor hues! Damn prodigal son! Didn't you know that pure gold and ambergris are almost extinct materials! This is used in the invitation letter!"

Harry lamented that the Pendragon family is so rich and tall, unlike the Peverell family, which is not only undead creatures, but also undead creatures: "I heard from Xifa that there are many dragons in his manor, and the ambergris produced by Wurm It is much cheaper than the ambergris he produced himself, his grandfather slept in Lu's mansion, and would drop so many gold nuggets every day that the mansion couldn't hold it."

The official name of the eastern yellow dragon is the five-clawed golden dragon, the most noble dragon species among the pan dragons, and its counterpart is the golden dragon in the west.

The dragon's breath spit out by the five-clawed golden dragon during its deep sleep will condense into a substance, that is, metal, because there is no support from the demon power.

Severus' eyes lit up, thinking about how to use his professorship to get his students to contribute a little bit of saliva.

The dragons at Peverell Manor are all precious potion ingredients!must go!

Severus turned around and went to the basement to rummage through high-grade containers for potion ingredients.

Harry shouted behind him: "Severus, don't you have to prepare a dress for the banquet? What are you looking for in the basement?"

Because they were not in school, and the relationship between the two was not a teacher-student relationship, but an ordinary cohabitation relationship. Under Harry's stalking, they finally obtained the right to call each other by their Christian names.

"Get your dress ready." Severus' voice came.

Harry got excited, and began to take out the clothing classics from the manor and start looking for a suitable dress style - don't ask why there is such a thing in the manor, it is probably left by some generation of part-time fashion designer's owner - Don't put on a couple outfit, Severus was so focused on the potion that he probably wouldn't care about it.

That's right, on the way to Peverell Manor, Severus got ready from the basement and put on the clothes Harry had given him by the look of it - the black and green stripes he liked anyway.

The invitation letter itself is the door key, and the magic pattern has the function of teleportation. Fortunately, Severus didn't have the itching to buckle the adamantine, otherwise the magic pattern would fail and he would not know where he was teleported.

The teleportation location was outside the Pendragon Manor, and by the time they arrived, many invited nobles had already arrived.

Many small and medium-sized nobles were shocked by the luxury of the invitation letter. The value of just one invitation letter can be worth one-third of the property of a small nobleman.

When they arrived at the manor, they were shocked by the extravagant and crazy scene in front of them.

There are many "horse" carts waiting to pick up guests to the main house at the teleportation point outside the manor.

Severus was jealous again when he saw the "horse" pulling the cart - what a loser it would take to use a dragon to pull a cart!

Harry dragged Severus, who was staring at the dragon as if rooted, into the carriage with the Peverell and Prince family crests on it.

Unable to see the dragon, Severus returned to his original state, looked at the decorations inside the carriage, and sniffed, the ambergris was purer and more magical than the one on the invitation, and on the top were two gold-painted The family crest.

This is a one-off right!One-time use of pure gold!

However, Severus's greater attention was attracted by the family emblem of the Prince family, and he pondered—is it time to inherit the Prince family, after all, he is the only direct descendant of the Prince family now? Yes, and there must be a lot of potion ingredients in Prince Manor!

On the way to the main house, Severus has been thinking about how to get the inheritance of Prince Manor from the Ministry of Magic, but the only thing he can show is the identity of the master of potions. Maybe he can find Lu Hughes help?

He had been trying to get Severus' attention. Harry lowered his head in frustration, and he couldn't help the death air around him. He had learned to control the lethality of the death air, only the cold death air managed to attract the Potions Master's attention.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Severus, you ignore me~" Harry looked up pitifully, with a thin mist covering his wet green eyes.

Severus frowned, and looked away guiltily: "I didn't do it on purpose, I was just thinking about how to get back the inheritance of the Prince family."

"It's easy! I'll help you!" Harry regained his energy all of a sudden, and patted his thin chest confidently.

Severus looked at him suspiciously: "In the name of your savior?"

"Of course not, go directly to the Ministry of Magic to threaten, if he dares not hand it over, I will lead an army of undead to eat them all!" Harry waved his fist excitedly, "There are a lot of undead knights and skeleton knights in the manor!"

Severus grabbed Harry's head and pressed it down with a wooden face: "You'd better go cook."

After stepping out of the carriage, there were already many nobles present chatting in the main house, most of them were parents and students of Slytherin, including all former Death Eater families.

Seeing them getting out of the car, two platinum nobles came up to meet them.

"Severus, my friend, it's a wonder that you can pull yourself|out of the potion pile to attend the banquet." Malfoy's aria spoke of surprise.

"If your mind isn't filled with beauty potions, I think it's normal for the professor to come to his students' Yule Ball."

"Okay, but I think you're mainly here for potion ingredients." Lucius gestured to the ambergris that was overgrown by the side of the field.

Severus snorted and didn't answer.

Draco pulled Harry to the other side, glanced at his father and godfather, and said quietly, "You succeeded?"

"No."

"Then why did the godfather wear the same clothes as you?"

"Severus asked me to help him prepare the dress, and he went to prepare the materials himself. I gave him the dress before he came, and he didn't even look at it."

"The godfather believes you so much?" Draco's gray-blue eyes widened.

"Of course!" Harry lifted his chin triumphantly.

The nobles present slowly came together to talk to the former right-hand man of the Dark Lord—now that the death eaters were disbanded and the Dark Lord returned, they were confused about how to decide their future position.

The two who have seen the returned Dark Lord are good reference objects. After facing the question about the Dark Lord's situation, Severus gritted his teeth with a wooden face and did not speak, and Lucius also had a rare sluggish look on his face. expression, frowning to express that it is not easy to say.

The two Pendragons who are hosts are quarreling in the nave.

"Alger said that you were waiting for me in the manor, but when I returned to the manor, where are you? You didn't come back until the banquet started. Are you such a mother?" Xifa said angrily.

"Why not, that's how I was." Andrea Pendragon said indifferently as she was arranging her clothes.

Xifa rolled his eyes, and went out from the side hall to look for his little friend——Let's leave the entertainment between the nobles to his mother.

After finding Draco, Harry and Bryce, Cifer took them to a hidden place and began to complain about how irresponsible his mother was, how lazy his father was, and how lazy he was to go abroad Find his lovely son.

Draco patted Sifer's head soothingly, and the other hand began to reach behind him uneasily, Sifer slapped it away, and stared at him: "Don't even try to move my tail."

Draco held up his hands in innocence.

Andrea had already stepped out to deal with the nobles, and most of the invitees had arrived, but there were still some very heavyweights left.

The reception staff at the door began to call the names of the people present.

"Godric Gryffindor!"

"Salazar Slytherin!"

"Rowena Ravenclaw!"

"Helga Hufflepuff!"

The appearance of the Big Four excited almost all British wizards, all of whom graduated from Hogwarts.

"Gellert Grindelwald!"

The wizards from Germany were also excited. Although Gellert is known as the unforgiving Dark Lord, his reputation in the German wizarding world is still very loud. Almost all wizards wish to join the saints under Gellert's banner. Target.

"Albus Dumbledore!"

Most women were gossipy when they saw the younger White Lord and Dark Lord appear together.

"Tom Riddle Slytherin!"

His Highness the Second Dark Lord, who completed the trial and awakening in just a few days, was given the surname of Slytherin.

Andrea greeted her cordially, exchanged cheek kisses with Rowena Helga, and then announced the official start of the banquet.

The British wizards approached the Big Four tentatively, and after not being rejected, they all let go of their courage and began to ask about some reforms. Helga talked about the plan enthusiastically.

The wizards in Germany all entangled Gellert and their Dark Lord's wife, Albus. Gellert held Albus's hand tightly and refused to let him go. Flushed, but young Albus's pissed-off cheeks looked extraordinarily attractive, at least Gellert had pecked Albus hard on the cheek and Albus stomped on him.

The former Death Eaters all surrounded Tom, anxiously waiting for Tom to speak.

Tom swept over each of his former subordinates and smiled softly. His smile was gentle and modest but he did not lose his royal demeanor—in any case, he has always brought countless fears to the British wizarding world and brought countless glory and honor to the nobles. Benefit of the Dark Lord.

The ex-Death Eaters shuddered, the Dark Lord had never smiled so much during his insanity, or since they joined the Death Eaters - no, maybe someone had seen him smile so humbly, The first generation of Death Eaters, the Volpes Knights who had followed him since his student days.

Tom said: "Before, I gradually lost my mind because of some kind of curse. I let down my subordinates who followed me. I'm sorry." Already.

The ex-Death Eaters horrified that they didn't have to.

"When I lost my mind, I dealt a great blow to my loyal followers, and even caused many people to enter Azkaban, but now with the help of Lord Slytherin, the curse has been lifted, I also regained my sanity, but I am no longer qualified to lead the Death Eaters who once fought for pure blood.

I think you all know what the Big Four really mean by pedigree.

The Death Eaters who used to be pure blooded to eliminate Muggles no longer have the right to talk about their own blood and how to eliminate Muggles, so I disbanded the Death Eaters.

I will not care about your stay or stay. If you are still willing to believe in me and follow me, I am very grateful to you. If you are already disappointed in me and lose confidence in me and want to leave, I will not force it. Everything is up to you . "

The ex-Death Eaters were also relieved after seeing that Tom was really not that irritable and saw the calm attitude of Severus and Lucius, and began to think about whether to stay or not.

The four giants stepped onto the high platform, and the wizards all saluted respectfully.

"We are all relics of the old era. The current era is up to you. We just help you get on the right track. We will correct and restore what you have lost, but it is up to you to choose what to do. Follow No matter what the outcome of your own mind is, at least it is your own choice, and it doesn't matter whether the end point is eternal doom or a return to glory."

After all, the Big Four entered the main house with Andrea.

This passage made the former Death Eaters decide: "Yes, mylord!"

The more qualified and charming king in front of them is more worthy of their followers. They believe that under his leadership, they will be even more brilliant.

Tom was taken aback, and smiled: "You have entrusted me with your future, and I will definitely live up to your expectations. So far, the former Death Eaters have returned, but it is no longer to escape death, but to have The new meaning - face it calmly, never escape, and be fearless in the face of desperation!"

"Yes, mylord!"

Salazar, who was standing by the window, nodded in satisfaction.

Godric stepped forward and put his arms around Salazar's waist, resting his head on his shoulder: "Are you really determined not to meddle in the affairs of the wizarding world?"

"Isn't this also your decision? And the seeds have been planted. I believe that in the future, under the leadership of this group of children, the race of wizards will definitely be more brilliant, even more splendid than Merlin's era."

"Yeah, the blending of technology and magic will definitely make the world more interesting." Rowena rarely opened the corner of her mouth to reveal an imperceptible smile.

Helga excitedly moved to Rowena's side: "It's been a long time since I saw Nana, you are smiling. However, the reform will definitely go smoothly and be fun."

"Gellert and Albus, they are the seniors; Tom and the Death Eaters, they are the juniors; and then, my lovely son, in a few years, it will be their time. With the guidance of the seniors, the juniors should not You will go on a fork in the road again." Andrea saw Cifer leading a group of children looking at the Death Eaters outside, and she saw firmness and confidence in their faces, shaking the wine glass and sighing.

"I think you are also a junior class." Godric said.

"I was in the same period as you, how could I be a junior?" Andrea glared at him.

"But no one knows," said Helga cheerfully.

"You know."

"This world always needs to move forward. The older generation can only guide, not interfere. The new era is controlled by the future."