[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Early next morning.

At [-]:[-], many students were already seated around the four long tables in the auditorium, and different colleges had different seating characteristics.

For example, at the long table of Slytherin at the far end, the students' positions are mostly arranged in order of grades, the first grade is closest to the teacher's seat, and the students in the seventh grade are closest to the auditorium door.

——This is already the default rule of the Slytherin students.

However, the rules are destined to be broken when they reach some people.

Draco tidied himself up and walked calmly to the first-year seat in the auditorium to sit down. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed the side of the long table closest to the teacher's seat. His new roommate from yesterday, Ivan Arman, was Sit there and eat comfortably.

"Draco?" The dark-haired girl who was waiting for him to sit down next to her looked up at him curiously and called out to him.

"If I remember correctly, he should be in the second year?" Although the boy had just arrived at Hogwarts, he knew the rules of Slytherin very well, so there was some confusion in those silver-gray eyes at this moment.

Pansy followed his line of sight to the end of the long table, the boy with slightly curly hair in his line of sight was slowly buttering the bread with a knife, his eyes were lowered, and his long and straight eyelashes blocked his smile. The light in the blue eyes.

Pansy began to search her memory for what she had heard from the second and third grade girls yesterday.

"You talk about him! I know!" Crabbe and Goyle were eating a chicken leg in each hand, and when they heard what Draco and Pansy were talking about, they glanced there and excitedly shouted.

Draco frowned, turned his pale golden head back, stared at Crabbe's greasy mouth opposite him with distaste, and was very worried that the food residue he spewed would cross the distance of the long Slytherin table .

He couldn't bear to teach: "Crabbe, swallow the food in your mouth before talking!"

"Oh..." Crabbe's chubby face and cheeks were moving like a squirrel biting a pine nut, as if he couldn't wait to share the new gossip he had inquired with Draco.

"The second year says he's good to all the owls in Slytherin when he sits there." At the moment when Crabbe was desperately trying, the boy in the seat next to him put down his knife and fork, and lightly gave Draco an introduction. said a word.

The speaker is Blaise Zabini.

Good for all Slytherin owls? ? ?

"What do you mean?" Pansy read Blaise's words one time and then the other way around, the face of the girl with a sharp face at a young age was full of bewilderment.

There was the sound of flapping wings outside the open windows of the auditorium.

Pan Xi's doubts were quickly answered - I saw a large number of owls flying into the auditorium, and the scene of hundreds of owls flapping their wings in unison was extremely shocking... But if you pay attention to their flight trajectories You will find that they split into two groups tacitly the moment they entered the auditorium.

One way flew over the head of the teacher's bench, and the other way flew over the side of the Slytherin table against the wall one by one in a neat line. The well-trained appearance was also amazing.

On the Gryffindor long table, a black-haired boy wearing round glasses raised his head and watched the newly bought snow-white owl that his parents took him across half of the teacher's bench before making a sharp turn and heading towards himself. The position flew.

The posture of the beautiful owl on the ground was also perfect, without touching anything on the long table at all, which was in stark contrast to the series of owls knocking over four or five bread baskets in the Weasley's house next door.

So it raised its head proudly, walked around the boy a few times, and took a few sips of water from the cup, enjoying the boy's touch.

"Idiot!" The freckled boy with ginger red hair blushed and reprimanded his owl. Feeling the gazes from his classmates who were interrupted from eating, he lowered his head and quickly unwrapped the owl's lap.

"Ron, relax—look at Hedwig, the direction it was flying when it came in just now almost made me think it was going to deliver a letter to Professor Dumbledore." Harry patted him on the shoulder and showed him a very serious look. Friendly smile, bright green eyes.

When Hedwig first heard this criticism, the feathers around her neck stood up, she gave two 'coo's' to her master unhappily, and flew away with a flap of her wings.

If it could talk, it would have yelled at Harry at this time: You have the ability!Go and fly over the head of the hot big devil!

Compared with the situation on the other long tables, the students on Slytherin's side who received the mail were all confused.

The seniors who were far away from Ivan were relatively calm. Those second and third graders who knew the situation resigned themselves to their fate and picked up their things from the position where their own owls were airdropped at no time.

The best performer in the audience was Draco's owl.

It was the only warrior that landed on the Slytherin table.

But its posture is a bit strange. After it landed on the table, it used its two feet to bounce a little bit closer to the direction of its little master, and stared at the direction at the end of the long table without blinking. When the Demon Lord had no intention of looking in his direction—

With all his strength, he dragged the package on his feet like a chicken and ran to his little master, stretched out the leg tied with the package towards him, and let out a long 'goo--' impatiently.

Meaning: Hurry up to pick up the courier!I am in a hurry to leave!

Seeing that Draco's movements were a bit slow, it shook its legs and patted Draco's hand impatiently with its wings.

Hurry up!I'm hiding from the city management!

Some of the first graders who didn't know why watched their owl fly to the direction of the seventh grade by sticking to the corner of the wall, and then, as if they suddenly remembered something, they turned around and circled in the sky for a while, as if they were doing some violent mental struggle. In the end, clattering shook the things on his legs to the ground, and flew away from the open window behind him.

Slip away, this courier can't deliver it!I feel threatened by the Great Demon King!

First Year Slytherin: ...? ? ?

Goyle retrieved his parcel from the corridor between Gryffindor and Slytherin's fifth year, took a few breaths from the trot, and sat back in his seat, watching in awe. Ivan glanced.

This is a man who makes even owls feel afraid!

Draco looked at the back of his own owl that flew away without taking a sip of water, and glanced at his new roommate inexplicably.

He felt that the Russian was full of mysteries.

In the teacher's seat.

Tom paused when he was cutting the steak, and looked up at the owl flying over his head. He didn't continue to eat until he was sure that no falling objects fell near him.

The big gamekeeper said to Professor Flitwick, who was standing on the stool next to him, in a voice that he thought he had lowered: "It's definitely not an easy student to make animals feel scared."

Professor Flitwick felt the gazes from other professors around him, looked at Hagrid speechlessly for a while, and couldn't help but say, "I think the whole of Hogwarts should be able to see this fact."

During the entire process of the owl delivering the courier, it is estimated that Ivan was the only one who remained calm from the beginning to the end.

Ivan finished his breakfast calmly under the watchful eyes of the students from the same college. Ivan wiped his lips with a handkerchief, looked at the time expressionlessly, and decided to stagger the meal time in the future.

He got up and walked towards the entrance of the auditorium, and learned from the new schedule sent by the prefect yesterday that the first class of their second year of Slytherin today was herbal medicine.

Starting from the second year, the place where Hogwarts students study herbalism will be transferred from Greenhouse [-] to Greenhouse [-], which means that they will be exposed to more dangerous plants.

Slytherin took her herbalism class this year with Gryffindor, and when Ivan arrived, the slightly shorter, gray-haired head of Hufflepuff with a hat—— Professor Prout was already waiting inside.

Seeing him approaching the greenhouse, the optimistic and kind-hearted professor showed a bit of joy on his face, took off his gloves with mud on his hands, and smiled at him: "Oh! Lovely Ivan, how was your vacation? "

The Gryffindors next to each other couldn't help poking their lips at each other. After watching that Slytherin from beginning to end, they couldn't see where he had anything to do with the word 'cute'.

"It's not bad, professor. Do you still need help in the greenhouse this school year?" Ivan has a good impression of this professor, because helping her allows him to see many special varieties that are difficult to see in normal times.

Professor Sprout became more cheerful, nodded immediately, and replied with a smile on his face: "Oh! Of course! If you are free, I mean, some of the lovage plants I planted during the summer vacation recently matured Now, you know, they always give off a powerful, hypnotic scent... I'd save myself a lot of trouble if you could help me."

Ivan nodded and agreed to the matter, chatted briefly with Professor Sprout, and the class bell rang.

The cheerful professor clapped his hands to the last few students who landed on the spot: "Gentlemen, please find the spot as soon as possible--Okay, in this class I will show you the places that often appear in OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Level Test) ), starting with the fang geranium."

"Pay attention! Ladies and gentlemen, during my next explanation, please put away your excessive curiosity, and don't touch any part of it with your hands, especially its teeth growing on the branches -"

"Ah! Hiss..." Obviously, someone was impatient to listen to Professor Sprout's advice.

The professor showed an expected helplessness, and looked at the boy who was scratched by the branch of the fang geranium, "Mr. Brown? You should be glad that you were not bitten by its fangs, otherwise I can only suspend class at this moment." I'm taking you to the medical wing."

The Gryffindor named Brown pointed at the black-haired Slytherin on the opposite side angrily: "I saw him touch first!"

Professor Sprout still smiled and said with a good temper: "Mr. Brown, sometimes you have to know that special cases are not suitable for everyone."

When the professor was speaking, the Slytherins around Ivan looked at the Gryffindor with kindness that cared for the mentally retarded.

The black-haired boy was looking down at the plant in front of him, and gently stretched out his right finger beside the pot.The potted plant in front of him seemed to have become a spirit, curling his fingers with its branches obsequiously, and the barbed fangs collapsed meekly, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt his fingers.

Unlike animals that can choose to stay away from powerful threats, plants, due to their nature, can only use other methods to protect themselves when they cannot move.

One of them is to take the initiative to surrender to the strong and seek the protection of the strong.

All for better survival.

After hearing what the boy on the opposite side said, Ivan raised his eyelids and looked at him, chuckled lightly, and didn't answer.

Of course, the other Gryffindor second-years also saw this scene, listening to Professor Sprout constantly emphasizing how dangerous this plant was, but he himself watched this so-called dangerous plant in the hands of that Slytherin An almost harmless mistletoe-like scene, roaring wildly inside:

Where is the danger!explain!How dangerous is this plant!

That Slytherin painting style is not dangerous at all!He showed a gentle look at this dangerous plant!Is he perverted!It must be perverted!

The author has something to say: Small theater: #On the gap between learning Tyrannosaurus and humans: species advantage series#

Gryffindor's heart: Booming in a trance, I'm not crazy!I read that right!That plant is not dangerous at all!

Inside Slytherin: Look, another group of idiots shocked by the god of learning.