[Comprehensive] Sean

Lucius played with the sapphire in his hand, staring at the flickering candle in a daze.This gem was given to him by Ares when he was an adult. Although the quality of the gem is excellent, it is not a rare item. As long as he wants, he can buy a dozen at any time, but it is a gift from Ares. Yes, so he just kept it with him at all times.

"Is there something wrong?" Lucius asked Narcissa standing behind him.

"I heard that Draco invited him, is that what you mean?"

"No."

"Then please persuade Draco to stay away from that person. I don't want my son to follow the same path as you and your father."

"You can rest assured that Draco only regards him as a close friend now, and has no extra thoughts."

"I hope." After finishing speaking, Narcissa turned and walked towards the door.

"Sissy?" Lucius stopped her, "Let's stop arguing, shall we?"

"We never quarreled, Lucius, we just wore away the passion of the year day after day in guilt and resentment, maybe this is our final fate, those who are stained with the blood of their loved ones are destined to be cursed .”

The sound of Narcissa closing the door made Lucius close his eyes tightly, and his thoughts could not help but wander back to the day when he first met the Black family.

It was a ball held by Ares for Voldemort, and all his capable subordinates were invited. Unexpectedly, the Malfoy family also received the invitation.

Although Abraxas was the No.1 in front of Ares when he was alive, he has been dead for many years after all, and the old Malfoy has long lost the vigor and ability to charge forward. An adult Malfoy.

"Luke, hurry up!" Mrs. Malfoy hurriedly straightened Lucius' bow tie, and timidly adjusted her own hairstyle.

Lucius looked at his mother coldly, and stood aside indifferently.

His father passed away, and the family was in trouble, but his mother was never idle, and he could almost predict what rumors would spread at the ball.

"Let's go, Luke, my lord hasn't thought of our Malfoy family for a long time, if you're smart enough, maybe we can regain your lord's favor." Mrs. Malfoy said with a smile.

Gaunt Castle has been passed down for a hundred years, and unlike the exquisite Malfoy's house, it reveals solemnity everywhere.Lucius ignored his mother's nagging in his ear, admiring the patterns and moss on the wall.

"Mrs. Malfoy," Old Black came over with his wife and children, and greeted with a smile.

"So it's Mr. Black," Mrs. Malfoy smiled slightly, with affection in her eyes, "Long time no see."

"Yes."

Mrs. Black snorted coldly, and said, "I didn't even know your lord invited you. What a surprise. After all, the Malfoy family hasn't shown up on such an occasion for a long time."

Mrs. Malfoy's smile froze for a moment, and she said, "Yes, my lord is still nostalgic. For the sake of my poor deceased husband, he is willing to give us orphans and widows a hand."

Mrs. Black closed her mouth with a dark face.

Lucius later learned that after Abu's death, as long as anyone disrespected Abu, it would be a bloodbath if Aris knew about it.

He does not allow any stain on Abu's body.

"This is Lucius," Mr. Black said to ease the atmosphere, "He looks exactly like your father when he was a child."

"Hello, sir." Lucius nodded and said.

"This is my eldest brother's posthumous son Isabella, my eldest daughter Narcissa, second daughter Amida and third son Sirius."

"I heard that you still have a young son, why don't you see him?"

"He's still young, and I was afraid that he might offend adults, so I left him in the care of the house elves."

"I see," Mrs. Malfoy nodded and said to Luke, "Luke, say hello."

Only then did Lucius look away from the crowd gathered in the distance.Narcissa has been a generous beauty since then, even if Lucius judged it with his critical eyes, he couldn't find any faults.Amida's health is not good, her face is pale, she doesn't look as beautiful and energetic as Narcissa, and she is a little shy.As for Sirius... No matter how good-looking he looks, he can't stop his disgusting face.

After a long time, Lucius's only memory of that day was the handsome man who held him in his arms, but he forgot that it was also the first time he met the Blake siblings who had been entangled with him for most of his life.

Sean flipped through the letters he had received, and one of them belonged to Hermione. He opened it and looked at it. In addition to some greetings, Hermione was also a little distressed about the news of Draco's birthday.

The two of them were not very familiar with each other, and they were very unhappy because of Draco's pure blood theory, but on the other hand, the relationship between the two could not be regarded as incompatible.She struggled for a long time about whether to give Draco a present, and finally decided to write a birthday card and asked Sean to bring it to Draco.

Sean glanced at the greeting card. It was very ordinary and had no design. It could be seen that it was handmade by Hermione. He didn't know whether the young master Draco liked it or not.

He seriously replied to Hermione's long letter, which contained a lot of nonsense. After writing the letter, he felt really boring, so he replied to other letters, even including some product sales letters.

"As expected, I was too busy to panic." Sean said silently, looking at the pile of letters piled up like a hill in front of him.

"Sir, I've already dug the tunnel you asked me to dig, and I've already returned the package you asked me to pick up. For this reason, Kreacher had to go to those dirty Muggles..."

"Okay, okay, I see." Sean hastily interrupted Kreacher's long speech.

"So, is there anything else to order?"

"You can rest until dinner, and my little robots can take care of the rest."

"Humph!"

Sean glanced at Kreacher helplessly, and said, "What's so bad about taking a break? Those robots are semi-intelligent perpetual motion. You won't have to sweep the floor and wash the toilet for the rest of your life, okay?"

"The duties of a house-elf..."

"Forget it, forget it, if I didn't say it," Sean said regretfully, "If you want to do more things, help me move the package to the tunnel you opened, I plan to pick up a closed Circuit, and then pour the magic power into it, as long as the magic power is enough, it should be able to form a perpetual cycle like those little robots..." Sean looked at Kreacher's huge unexplained eyes, and closed his mouth. Move things over."

"Yes."

"Hey, no matter how I go on, I can only be a robot that can chat with me." Sean fell down on the sofa and said without love.

I don't know how Tony and Steven are doing now.

"Gentlemen and ladies, welcome to Stark's new product launch event!" Amid thunderous applause, the well-dressed host said with a decent smile.

At the backstage of the press conference, Tony focused on the screen of the phone in his hand. What Little Pepper said was dry and spitting, but it didn't get into Tony's ears at all.

"Tony Stark!" Little Pepper finally got angry. She grabbed the cell phone from Tony's hand forcefully, tugged at his collar aggressively and said, "I warn you, you'd better concentrate on me! This time The mood conference is an important turning point in the transformation of Stark Enterprises. The employees of the entire Stark Enterprises have been working non-stop for more than a month, including me of course. If this conference fails because of you, I swear to God I'm going to take all your company's money, blow up your company and fly away."

"I see..." Tony rescued his collar from Pepper's claws, "When did you ever see me make a big mistake?"

"often."

Steven walked over with a smile and nodded to Pepper. Seeing that he was holding a briefcase in his hand, Pepper left with great interest.

"How's it going?"

"Are you sure you don't want to read the manuscript again? You're about to play in about 5 minutes." Steven said.

"No problem, I have been dealing with this kind of press conference for decades, don't worry, don't be like a little pepper. Did you find anything?"

"Natasha asked the staff on that day in detail, and indeed found something strange. All of them swore that they had been working at that time, and the monitoring did show them, but when Natasha asked them When they were working on what kind of work, they talked about him, and they couldn't tell him at all."

"Could they have been lying in the first place? Maybe they weren't working at all."

"Not to mention the inability to explain the scene in the surveillance, Natasha is an experienced agent, if even she can be fooled, then the service personnel on Broadway must at least be senior agents." Steven frowned and said , "In addition, there is another abnormality."

"What is it?"

"Although the vip box does not have a camera for the privacy of the customers, there is still a camera at the door. I asked the agent I know to check for help, and I can confirm that the surveillance is fake."

"...the agent you know? Who? That blonde beauty?"

"what?"

"Now, let us applaud the chairman of Stark Enterprises, the famous Iron Man, Mr. Tony Stark!" The host's high-octave voice sounded, and the applause poured in like a tide.

"It's your turn to play," Steven said.

"No, no, tell me who the agent you know is first?"

"Agent 13."

"Why do you think of asking her for help? Isn't my achievements in computers not loud enough?" Tony said, pointing to the giant Stark Industries poster.

"It was just a sudden encounter." Steven looked at the crowd outside who had gotten out of control and reminded: "Tony, you are really still playing."

"Wait, we haven't solved the problem yet..."

"Tony Stark!" Pepper shouted aggressively.

"Ahem, we'll talk about this issue later." After Tony finished speaking, he hurried up to the elevator platform, cleared his throat, and put on a cynical smile.

Steven smiled and watched Tony confidently answer all kinds of tricky questions from the reporters. He was about to walk to the auditorium, but suddenly he heard a female reporter ask with a smile: "We all know that Mr. Tucker loves his son very much, and I know that you have publicly stated that you don’t want the media to pay too much attention to him, but I still want to help the majority of female compatriots ask this question: May I ask you to find another son for Little Stark? Mother?"

There was good-natured laughter around, and everyone could hear that it was a joke. According to common sense, Tony would say a few jokes to prevaricate, and maybe Iron Man, who doesn't like to follow the rules, might say some surprising revelations.

However, this time, Tony's face immediately darkened. He was silent for a long time, looked around, and then settled on the female reporter's face, and said with a gloomy expression, "What did you just say?"

"Tony!" Pepper immediately said to Tony with a Bluetooth headset: "Don't be impulsive!" She walked around the background in high heels and ordered to the host with the headset: "Quick, change the subject!"

The host immediately teased the female reporter cleverly, making Niannian reluctantly come round.

Tony stepped down from the stands, and was silent for a long time with Steven, who looked dazed. He asked, "Do I have a son...?"

"What are you talking about?" Little Pepper came over inexplicably, "Didn't Sean go to school with England?"

"Sean?" Tony's whole body was shaking like a sieve, he hugged his head, and kept repeating: "Sean? Sean... Sean..."

"Tony? What's wrong with you? Steven, what's going on?"

Steven supported the pillar beside him as if he lost his strength, and said softly, "Don't ask me, I'm no better than him now."

"What should we do now?" Not far away, two staff members whispered to each other.

"Report to the minister first, it is estimated that the British side will turn upside down again."

"It's true from above, they will only complain that we didn't handle it properly, and they don't think about it. Almost the whole of the United States knows that it is impossible to hide the memory of people around Stark just by us. It’s already a miracle to get through this period of time.”

"Even so, scolding is indispensable."

"Anyway, the British side will come to visit soon, just right."