[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Hogwarts Castle, Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The black-haired boy standing in front of the cabinet with his back to the door stood there quietly, aware of a trace of air trajectory that changed when the door was opened a little more.

There is not much time left for him to think——

He glanced over to the corner of the cabinet, where a wand was lying quietly at the feet of the figure the Boggart had conjured up.

Obviously, the examiners of the qualifiers did not forget to set a checkpoint for them while providing them with clearance items. Those who have the courage to defeat themselves will always be rewarded.

Ivan made a judgment the moment he saw the wand.

The various types of spells that he has mastered so far flashed through his mind quickly, but in the end he froze on a spell recorded on a certain page of the "Lost Dragon Language Magic" he had read last night. During the process, only this incantation made him feel very special the moment he saw it.

It was as if the blood in his body was boiling slightly.

The colorful lines in the air are intertwined to form a colorful elf, and the wind elf flew to his ear and whispered encouragement: Read it, and you will succeed.

——It seems that in the current situation, he has no other choice left.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, let out a sigh of relief, and recited the spell.

Draco was at a loss when he heard the voice for the first time.

It didn't even belong to any language he had ever heard, it seemed to be an ancient ballad, light and light, at the moment he heard it, it seemed like a wind brushed against his cheek——

wrong!

It is windy!

'Bang! 'There was a loud noise, and Draco was so shocked by the sound that he almost couldn't lean on the table and fell over. After standing still, he turned back to look at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was because there was a sudden gust of evil wind in the room, which directly rolled up the door and slammed it loudly!

Outside the door, the fourth-year Gryffindor, who was about to give a 'surprise' to the two Slytherins in the classroom, stared at the wand in his hand that was half-snipped by the door.

He held up the half-dead wand to his eyes—oh no, the wand with only half of it is no longer qualified to be called a wand, it should only be called a thin stick—looking at the thin stick in front of him, and then at that Opening the door of the classroom that seemed to be suddenly angry and almost smashed his nose when he disagreed with a word, he muttered in a low voice.

Thinking that the two people in the room probably noticed the movement at the door because of the sound, he took the time to escape while the corridor was still empty.

Ivan turned sideways, looked at the closed classroom door, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What did you read just now?" Draco, who was behind him, looked at him with that inexplicable look.

When he heard his question, Ivan leaned over to pull out the wand in the cabinet, and felt the inexplicable resistance from his fingertips at the moment he touched it. His movements paused, and he answered irrelevantly: " Someone was going to sneak up on us just now—do you want a wand?"

"What?" The light-blond Slytherin didn't realize his jumping speed for a moment.

After standing still for a second, he walked quickly towards the cabinet, but when he saw the Boggart in the cabinet that had become exactly like his teammate, he had to stop, his expression was about to change. Torn between the surprise of the weapon and the fear that the boggart would transform.

Ivan noticed his movement, glanced back at him lightly, and slowly pulled out the magic wand from the corner of the cabinet and handed it to him.

"I don't know much about the wood material, but it should be unicorn hair as the inner core." He said his judgment softly.

Draco thought to himself that the hawthorn wand he was using also had unicorn hair as the inner core, and with the confidence that he might be more compatible with this wand, he reached out and took the wand.

When he regained his grip on the most important weapon for wizards, he suddenly felt that his back was no longer sore and his legs were no longer hurting, and even the fear of those seniors was gone!

Raise your hand and wave it in the air——

The tables and chairs in the classroom seemed to be swept by the big palm of an invisible giant, and they all tilted and tilted in the direction he swung. The wooden tables and chairs collided with each other and made an overwhelmed wailing sound as an accusation against the perpetrator.

Draco was taken aback by the effect, but this time it wasn't just him.

Ivan's expression rarely changed, and he sighed softly: "Wow."

After admiring the shock on the face of the first-year Slytherin, when he looked at the new wand he just got in his hand with reluctance and frustration, struggling whether to give it up, he boasted: "It's a good effect, it's very suitable your."

Draco: "..."

Although I don't want to admit it, at this moment of participating in a dangerous game, the incongruity with the wand is manifested in the huge destructive power, and to a certain extent, it can be regarded as a kind of lethality.

Even if you kill one thousand enemies and scare yourself to death by eight hundred, that is still a deterrent!

The second floor of Hogwarts Castle.

Wearing round glasses and with soft black hair, Gryffindor stood awkwardly at the door of the girls' bathroom, sticking to his last moral bottom line as a boy.

"George, why don't we change places?" He swallowed, and suggested in a low voice when he heard the approaching footsteps at the end of the corridor.

The ginger-haired Weasley gave him a friendly smile, and the next moment he raised his hand and hooked his neck and pulled him into the room!

When Harry stepped onto the first tile in the girls' bathroom, something inside him shattered with the sound of the footsteps.

When George closed the door behind his back, he whispered in his ear: "If you go to the boys, you will definitely be spotted by those two Slytherins just now. They have wands in their hands and we don't-so, dear, for our sake." For victory, a temporary sacrifice is necessary, don't you think?"

Harry blinked, staring blankly at the female ghost floating out of the toilet cubicle in front of him. After staring at her for a second, he slowly raised his hand and answered George's question:

"I think……"

Before she finished speaking, the weeping Myrtle finally realized that two stinky hooligans broke into the girls' bathroom, and she raised her voice and let out a scream!

The moment she exploded, Harry quickly covered his ears.

"Why are there shameless boys like you in Hogwarts!" Seemingly realizing how embarrassing it is to be surrounded by two boys here, she screamed and slammed into the toilet.

With a plop, the water in the toilet splashed everywhere, and even jumped over the high cubicle and fell to the ground next to it.George and Harry reflexively took two steps back, avoiding the splashed water on the ground.

George patted his ears, and in order to confirm that his hearing system was still normal, he turned to Harry and asked, "What did you just say?"

"I mean, you sacrificed so much to win." He gave a very sincere smile full of admiration.

George shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, walked towards the sink with many mirrors, and continued to break through the lower limit and said, "I've come here, maybe I can find something useful here?"

Harry looked at him in disbelief, wondering what else could you expect to find in the women's room?

What professor wouldn't mind giving you a Firebolt in a haunted girls' bathroom?

"Huh, what's this?" George looked at what looked like an outdated revolver from the Muggle world in one of the dusty sinks.

If his father hadn't been obsessed with Muggle research, he might not have recognized this thing.

But saying it's a revolver doesn't seem quite right...

He picked it up and looked at it, and there was a line of words engraved on the body of the gun: "Lock on the target, it will help you win the final victory."

seems very amazing.

George's curiosity was aroused by it, and he was about to call Harry to come over to have a look, when the door of the girls' bathroom was opened.

At the door, the two Slytherins, one tall and one short, smiled wickedly.

The ginger-haired Slytherin pointed at them in surprise: "Merlin's socks, you Slytherins are so limitless! You even broke into the girls' bathroom!"

Two Slytherins: ...amazed by the thickness of Gryffindor's skin.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go back to the auditorium obediently and stay." The senior Slytherin raised his hand and raised his wand to aim at them. Once, you can always win.

The moment he raised his wand, Gryffindor, who had faint freckles on his face, subconsciously pointed his gun at them and said quickly, "Don't move!"

The Slytherin at gunpoint blanked for a second.

The next moment, he rolled his eyes and said to the two of them, "Petrificus (all petrified)..."

A 'bang' sound interrupted his chanting, and the little Miaomiao on his left shoulder suddenly fell limply from his shoulder to the cold tiles, and quickly lost his vitality.

Immediately afterwards, a house elf quickly appeared beside him, snapped his fingers, and took him away from the spot without waiting for his excuse.

The wand fell to the ground, and the junior Slytherin looked down at the wand in bewilderment, and then looked up at the two Gryffindors who had reversed the situation in an instant—

The moment George fired the shot, he didn't expect that it would really work. He didn't know where he was aiming, and even he was startled when the opponent's bean sprouts fell.

But when the junior Slytherin looked over, he had already adjusted his mentality, with a smug smile on his face, he blew on the muzzle of the gun symbolically, and facing the remaining Slytherin again, he said with a smile:

"Oh, didn't I say don't move—is it your turn next?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Junior Slytherin: Oh my god!He cheated!it's him!

George: I'm blushing, the thing I picked up is good, so what can I do?

Ivan, who always walks on the road relying on strength: ...

Draco, who was not blushing: ...