[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Hogwarts Great Hall, teachers' bench.

When she saw the sink in the girls' bathroom being opened on the screen, Aurora swallowed lightly, and subconsciously wanted to turn her head to look at Tom next to her.

She had a very bad premonition that the secret that she wanted Tom to help find, which had been lost in Hogwarts, was about to be discovered——

When she turned her head, the handsome man was stroking the ring inlaid with black rhombus gemstones on her hand with his thumb, his face still had that spring-like smile on his face, and the true emotions in his eyes were also hidden Under that smile, people couldn't see his true emotions.

Sensing Aurora's gaze, he reached out and patted the back of her hand lightly, signaling her not to be nervous.

Then he turned to look at Dumbledore, and nodded at him imperceptibly.

Dumbledore was assured, but he didn't relax completely. He turned his eyes back to the picture in the center of the screen, quietly watching what would happen next.

This series of small actions happened very quickly, and did not attract too many people's attention, only Professor Snape glanced in their direction.

On the long table, students from the three colleges were whispering about the shocking secret that appeared in the women's toilet on the second floor, and they used their imaginations with their friends to guess what was hidden underneath.

Only the Gryffindors were a little depressed: They said Gryffindors were perverts just now, why now that Slytherin has also entered the women's bathroom, you only pay attention to the faucet?

A Slytherin touched his chin, and whispered to the ear of the student next to him: "This kind of secret place reminds me of a legend about our Slytherin..."

"Secret, secret room?" Obviously, that Slytherin had the same idea as him.

After a while, the legend about the secret room reached the ears of all the students present.Maybe it was because they saw that the professors in the faculty seat did not do anything special, so they didn't care much about the lethality of the secret room in the rumors, and began to guess whether the team of Weasley and Potter would win, or Arman and Malfoy's group would win.

Oh, and there's a Slytherin sixth year outside the door.

The Slytherin students showed smiles on their faces, no matter how they looked at it, their house had a better chance of winning.

When Ivan slammed into the muzzle of the gun, he subconsciously frowned.

Oh no.

He had seen this blueprint from Aurora before. It was something the Muggle Item Research Department was working on. As long as the magic wave of the target was locked, the attack launched would have the function of automatic tracking... The problem is, this is not Should it still be an experiment?

In a short period of time, countless thoughts and guesses appeared in his mind, and he eliminated them one by one, and finally his thoughts were fixed on one of the guesses.

His light blue eyes fell on the gun. Suddenly, he fixed his eyes and saw a small scale on it. Then he looked at George Weasley and said expressionlessly: "There are guns outside." A Slytherin sixth year, with a wand in his hand, and the point is - the pea sprouts on his shoulders seem to be missing."

George smiled and raised his eyebrows: "Oh, thank you for your reminder, I will remember to send you back to the auditorium before thinking about it."

The implication is that it is better for you to worry about yourself first.

Draco, who was standing next to him, looked at the gun in George's hand with some concern at first, and then when he spotted the dark-haired boy next to George, he was busy glaring at Harry.

The little boy wearing glasses rarely showed an innocent smile on his lips, looked up at his teammates sincerely, and suggested in a relaxed tone: "Ron will be very happy to see Malfoy's expression after being eliminated."

"Potter, I warn you not to be too complacent." Draco gritted his molars, sparks almost burst out of his silver-gray eyes, and his fighting spirit seemed to be ready to rush up and beat him up at any time. Ivan was a little helpless.

He assured that if Draco had treated Potter and Weasley in the same way when facing the senior year, they might have wiped out the sixth year just now.

"Unfortunately, we seem to be the dominant side. It seems a bit difficult to be unhappy?" Compared with Ron's hair standing on end every time he saw Malfoy, Harry was obviously much darker. , Just talking can make the other party jump to death.

Ivan stretched out his hand to press the pale golden head next to him that was about to rush out, and after listening to the leisurely footsteps from far to near outside the corridor, he continued calmly with George: "You don't know how to use this gun, even now Get rid of us both, and you'll be killed by the Slytherin sixth year who came in."

The smile on George's face did not decrease at all, but he began to think about Ivan's words in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Ivan's words were thrown out again: "Let's cooperate, I will tell you how to use the gun, let's get rid of the sixth graders outside first, and then compete fairly, how about it?"

It seemed that Ivan knew the weapon in his hand better than him.

George recalled the scene when he eliminated two people in a row just now, tilted his head at them, and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, we Gryffindors never cooperate with Slytherin."

After thinking about it for a long time, he still felt that this kid was no less dangerous than those so-called seniors.

After the words fell, his index finger on the trigger was about to exert force——

The toilet door was opened.

Ivan held Draco and squatted down quickly, and the light-blond Slytherin slipped because of this unexpected movement, and fell to the ground.

A gunshot rang out, and the sixth-year Slytherin, who had pushed the door open, looked over his left shoulder in surprise.

The bean sprouts on which he had cast the invisibility spell began to decay rapidly because of being hit. The spell lost its effect, and the bean sprouts turned yellow and fell from their shoulders to their feet.

He thought of [-] possible ways of failure, but this one was definitely not included!

Ivan, who was squatting down, understood the function of the gun after watching the whole process, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.It's useless even if he crouches if it's him you're aiming at in the first place.

Now it seems that it may be the moment the trigger is pulled to lock the target?

And judging from the aiming of the muzzle just now, it should be automatically locked on the bean sprouts on the target.

Seeing a number slowly jump out of the position of the small scale on the gun he saw before, he stood up from the spot, and did not forget to reach out to Draco who fell to the ground.

The moment Draco fell to the ground, he really wanted to take out his wand and die with his teammates who made him so ashamed!

The house-elf appeared next to the sixth year of Slytherin, and whisked him away, leaving only a wand in place.

With the sneer at Malfoy still on Harry's face, he looked at the wand on the ground by the door, then turned to look at George, the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Facing the gun that George was aiming at again, Ivan stood up straight and didn't mind his hand being slapped away by Draco at all. He opened his mouth and said, "Where did you say just now? Oh yes, Gryffindor never cooperates with Slytherin. What a coincidence, I agree with your point of view very much now."

George Weasley sensed something was wrong, and after quickly pressing the trigger, there was an empty sound.

"Out of bullets? Is it time for us to fight back?"

A smile appeared on the lips of the black-haired boy, and the arc of the smile was a bit cold, making his deep facial features like the cold light reflected when a sharp knife was drawn out of its sheath.

The boy's smile most of the time only makes people feel cold.

Just as he was about to recite the incantation, the subtle "gurgling" sound in the bathroom gradually became louder, as if something was rising from the bottom of the water.

His eyes were no longer focused on the two people on the opposite side, but instead he looked for the source of the strange sound.

Ivan turned his head and looked at the cubicles surrounded by wooden boards. Just after he realized the real source of the 'grunt' sound, the whole bathroom seemed to be thrown into a boiling water pot suddenly, and it was flooded everywhere. With the same voice, and getting louder.

In less than half a minute, everyone present could hear this voice except him.

George let go of the gun with a smirk, noticing that the expression on Ivan's face was not relaxed, he didn't know whether to thank this strange voice for allowing himself and Harry to escape in a short time.

He cleared his throat and drew everyone's attention back: "Ahem, I thought about it carefully, and I think your proposal just now is too reasonable, or should we cooperate?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Ivan sensed that something dangerous was about to come out, and moved slightly to the side, blocking in front of Draco.

The sudden chill on his back prevented him from even responding to George's words.

Only Draco snorted disdainfully.

After a few seconds-

I don't know which compartment made a sound, and a wooden frame flew over the wooden railing of the compartment and landed at their feet.

Harry looked back in the direction blankly, then looked down at the blank wooden frame at his feet, which was strangely inlaid with the material of a blank photo paper: "Did it fly out of... the toilet?"

As soon as he said this, everyone present took a step back, and Draco covered his nose in disgust, for fear of smelling something he shouldn't.

There seemed to be something floating on the picture frame. The whole picture frame seemed to be held by someone and knocked on the ground, and it seemed to be tap dancing alone. This strange scene made the eyes of several students unconscious concentrated on the top.

What they didn't know was that at the moment the picture frame flew out, their respective pictures in the auditorium lost their signal in an instant and fell into a black screen.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ivan: Hey, this picture frame tastes really special.

Draco: Hey.

Harry: Hey.

Aurora: Hey.

The owner of the picture frame: ……………