[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Chapter 13: Day 3 of Not Being a Dragon

After the dinner time, Professor Dumbledore announced that tonight's evening self-study time will be temporarily extended by half an hour. After that, the students continued to stay in the auditorium for a while at the request of the deans of the various colleges—because of the need to issue a fellowship match The form of the pre-selection stage, and explain the relevant matters of the pre-selection.

The students have one night to consider whether to participate, and the next day the prefect will submit the form to the dean.

Professor Snape stood in front of the long table with a gloomy face as always, with black mid-length hair parted in the middle, strands sticking to his face, matched with the two deep nasolabial folds on his face and the never-changing Black wizard robes - even within Slytherin, there are not many students who are not afraid of him.

"I don't ask all of you to participate in this project." He distributed the forms in his hand to the prefects, and after seeing that each student had one, he scanned every student on the long Slytherin table with his dark eyes. People, said suddenly.

Professor Snape's speech speed was not fast, but the slow feeling had nothing to do with words such as relaxed and comfortable, just like the impression he gave people: cold, sticky, mixed with a trace of A subtle sense of danger.

"However, the honor of being a Slytherin, I don't think I need to emphasize too much—" He paused when he said this, so that the students could fully recall the Slytherin's unannounced , but everyone knows the words.

Honor, shrewdness, self-interest, victory... just like the Sorting Hat sang at the beginning of school: "You can make the most sincere friends here, but there will always be sinister and cunning people who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals."

As long as you have the ambition, this is the place for you.

Seeing the choices in the eyes of many students, Professor Snape nodded slightly in satisfaction, with no expression on his face, and put an end to his speech in an understatement:

"Then, I wish you success."

The short assembly ended, and the students walked out of the auditorium in twos and threes. Ivan, who was sitting at the end of the long table, glanced in the direction of the teacher's seat, and met Tom's green eyes.

A few seconds later, Ivan nodded slightly to him before getting up and walking outside.

"Cedric will definitely participate in this event! Ah! I think he can get a spot! I'm already looking forward to the official Friendship Tournament next year!" A third-year Hufflepuff girl held her friend's arm with her right hand, In the book held in his left hand was the registration form for the qualifiers that had just been distributed, and he was excitedly discussing with his companions their most popular male god in Hufflepuff: Cedric Diggory.

"Of course Cedric is fine. But today I went to the library to look for the records of the previous school cooperation competitions. I heard that the Triwizard Tournament was held before, and the events were very dangerous. But now it's just a friendly one. It’s just an internal Hogwarts selection, and there is no grade limit, so maybe it won’t be so scary?” The girl on her arm listened to her friend’s emotion, nodded in agreement, and then fell into her own Tangled.

Just as she was struggling, a Ravenclaw third-year girl passing by whispered her thoughts:

"My God! Am I going to sign up just to see Cedric's face up close?"

"Honey, speak up, Cedric is walking right behind you, and you can just tell him you love him with your life—" Cedric, Hufflepuff's support club president, a fifth-grade The girl patted her on the shoulder, looked at her with a smile and suggested.

Ivan walked to the door, heard the excited discussion of these girls, and subconsciously raised his eyes to see the oncoming person on the other side of the auditorium.

Seeing this, his footsteps could not help but pause.

Because I happened to walk to the door, I stopped here unexpectedly, making the students behind me almost unable to stop, but when they wanted to ask what happened to that Slytherin, the black-haired boy calmly said Continue to walk outside the door.

Of course, Cedric noticed the boy's gaze, and he searched his mind for the impression of the other party—they didn't seem to meet each other the year before?

After that pause, Ivan subconsciously recalled the breath of this person, as if the afternoon sun fell on the beach by the sea, and the gravel was shining brightly, and every grain of sand was full of the warm smell of the sun. .

There is no fragrance of green grass, and there is no smell that is buried deep, as if the soul is rotten.

It was he who was mistaken.

It's just that they look so much alike: the same golden-brown hair, the same gray-blue eyes, and even the same smile.

So much so that Ivan glanced back before walking to the stairs leading to the cellar.

As soon as he turned around, Cedric, who had to wait in front of the corridor because of the change of stairs, met his gaze and smiled at him friendly.

Ivan: ...Oh my god, it looks more like a smile.

The wind came out of the corridor windows in front of the Hogwarts auditorium, bringing the conversation near the entrance of the auditorium, when the bloody Barrow passed through the wall of the auditorium and appeared in front of them.He looked at the form in Ivan's hand, and after Ivan greeted him politely, he also nodded happily, and said like a gentleman, "I wish you victory."

Then it drifted away leisurely.

Ivan didn't leave, because the conversation he heard before seemed to be related to his roommate, and he didn't know what stopped him from going down.

At this time, the content sent by the wind has made new progress:

"Ha, that's a coward, Harry. Let's make a bet that Draco wouldn't dare sign up."

"Bet? Why don't you start with a Gold Galleon? By the way, Weasley, can you afford this bet?" This voice was full of contempt and sarcasm, without even thinking about it, it was definitely Della Branch.

"You! I advise you not to be too arrogant! During the game, Harry and I will beat you all over the place, right Harry!" This should be the Weasley that Draco called, listen to the voice Unlike the two he knew.

"But we don't seem to know the content of the first project, Ron." The boy named Harry calmly reminded his friend.

At this time, a fourth voice came out: "I noticed that Ron might be more angry with you, Harry. Are you two still studying by yourself tonight? I want to preview the book on herbal medicine tomorrow."

"Come on, Neville, let's go back to study."

Immediately after several figures came out from the entrance of the auditorium, a boy with ginger red hair complained angrily to his companions: "Didn't you see how arrogant he was just now! Why stop me from beating him!"

He felt that he could still fight that arrogant rich second generation for another [-] rounds.

Beside him were two dark-haired boys, one with glasses and the other with a round face that hadn't lost its baby fat.

The three of them walked up to the stairs, and the stairs just moved over. Cedric walked up with them, and he could hear their voices as he walked: "If he is alone, I will never stop you, Luo Well - the problem is it's full of Slytherins over there, and Ron, Fred and George don't want to see you foolishly rushing up and picking on all the Slytherins."

"That's right, I agree with Harry's point of view." Neville nodded, showing a shy and friendly smile to Ron who was staring at him, and supported Harry unmoved.

In front of the stairs leading to the cellar.

Crabbe and Goyle followed Draco in the direction of the Slytherin cellar. After seeing Ivan standing next to him when they were going down the stairs, Crabbe shivered and subconsciously went to the other side. Moved sideways——

The scene of owls flying around him in the morning is still vivid in his memory. Although he doesn't know how this man did it, he always feels very powerful.

Goyle asked: "Then do you want to sign up for the preliminaries, Draco?"

Draco raised his neck proudly, snorted, then looked down at the stairs under his feet, and his tone was full of disdain: "Which game in the history of Hogwarts has fewer deaths, what reason does it let me Taking risks? My dad said, our family has no shortage of bonuses."

Crabbe belatedly realized that he was being left behind, so he stopped looking at the people standing by the stairs, and quickly walked down, adding to the topic of the two: "Then we won't participate either!"

It was a choice he had expected.

Ivan walked down expressionlessly, positioning the ability of the future heir of the Malfoy family to the same level as his face in his heart.

Seems useless.

The next day, after dinner at Hogwarts.

Under the expectation of many students, Dumbledore knocked on the goblet, waved his hand to make the food and tableware on the table disappear, and looked at them with a smile: "Well, I have received the registration form this morning. After my Discussing with the professors, due to the limited level of spells mastered by the first-year freshmen, they will compete in teams of two with other grades in the preliminaries—”

"Then, next, I will ask Professor McGonagall to announce the list of individuals and group members in the pre-selection stage in order of the colleges."

There was thunderous applause in the auditorium, and the Hogwarts students looked in their direction excitedly, waiting for their names to be read.

There was a small cheer as Professor McGonagall pronounced each name in that serious voice.

Ivan listened for a long time, but did not hear his name in the personal, he frowned suspiciously.

At the teacher's seat, the handsome Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher showed a smile.

"The team list for Slytherin House is as follows: Group One... Group Four: Ivan Arman, Draco Malfoy..."

Ivan: ...? ? ?

Did he suddenly have something wrong with his ears?

As calm as he was, he couldn't help but look at the first grade next to him, and saw the boy with pale blond hair jump up from his seat as if his butt was on fire, and said in disbelief: "But I didn't sign up. !"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

My Draco: There are always people who want to harm me! ! ! ! !

The male protagonists in my writing: Why the hell do I always compete with this guy!Not happy!

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