[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

A hotel in Las Vegas, on the 26th floor.

In the magnificently decorated suite, in the central hall, a black-haired boy was sitting on a soft beige sofa with a thick English book in his hands, carefully reading the contents of the book with his light blue eyes.

Suddenly a plate of fruit was handed over from behind, the owner of the hand lay on the back of the sofa, glanced at what he was reading, thought for a while and said: "Ivan, I think even if you read all the Hogwarts books Even if you read it over and over again, you probably won’t be able to find a book that can tell you how to transform from a human into a dragon.”

The veins on Ivan's forehead twitched, he picked up a toothpick next to the fruit plate, and poked it hard into an apple, the juice splashed out immediately.

He raised his eyelids expressionlessly to look at his sister, "Afu, Tom didn't tell you that you look best when you're not talking?"

The woman tilted her head, her long flaxen-colored wavy hair fell to one side, and the beautiful lines from the ears to the chin were fully displayed. A smile soon appeared on her lips, and she said with a little satisfaction: "No, Tom Say I look good no matter what."

Ivan: "..." Oh, that's amazing.

Looking at her younger brother who was choking on the dog food, the woman changed the subject in a good mood, "Tom has applied to be the professor of Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts course for the next school year. Please help me watch him more, I Seriously doubt he's going to make Hogwarts go crazy."

The black-haired boy frowned almost invisibly, very doubting whether the troublemaker that his sister said had never grown up was the same person he knew.

Aurora looked at another young man who was blinded by Tom Riddle's gentle illusion, and secretly sighed with heartache.

Ivan struggled for a second, calmly ate the piece of apple in his hand, and then kicked the ball back: "Why don't you go to Hogwarts with me?" His own people watched by themselves, so he didn't help .

The woman blinked her eyes of the same color as his, and asked quite innocently: "Didn't I tell you? I copied Tom's for the NEWT (Ultimate Wizarding Test) in seventh grade, except for Charms, which I was good at. That's the answer."

Ivan didn't know whether he should feel sorry for the depravity of Tom, a dignified college bully, or wonder how they cheated successfully in the exam.

In his bewildered expression, Aurora continued to throw heavy news: "Later I wanted to apply for a professorship at Hogwarts, but Dumbledore rejected me very 'tactfully'."

Ivan: ...Fortunately, Dumbledore is not blind.

"Hey, but Tom was rejected too." Taking advantage of Tom's absence, Aurora tried to tell her brother about him.

Seeing Ivan's indifferent appearance, Aurora felt a little bored, and wanted to correct his younger brother's facial paralysis, and continued to shake the news: "Then he cursed this position, you didn't find Hogwarts None of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professors have been there for more than a year?"

Ivan replied sincerely: "Now I found out."

After measuring the abnormal value between himself and his brother-in-law, he sincerely proposed to his sister: "Even if he decides to tear down Hogwarts, I don't think I can stop him." A minor who has not been able to transform into a dragon.

His sister also answered the question honestly: "I didn't expect you at all. Anyway, if he does something dangerous, you can just run and tell Dumbledore."

Well, it's very Slytherin.

Too lazy to comment on the sweet relationship between his sister and brother-in-law, Ivan changed the subject: "Where are my parents?" I haven't seen them since I came back.

"Dad felt that Las Vegas was too dry, and it happened to rain at night, so he went to the desert to let himself go, and my mother followed-in order to avoid attracting the attention of ordinary people, Tom should arrange the Muggle expulsion spell Let's go." Aurora put the fruit plate away from her, took another toothpick, inserted a piece of dragon fruit pulp and fed it into her mouth.

Ivan looked at the open window in the living room, looked at the message contained in the wind track, and nodded clearly.

This rare heavy rain in Las Vegas did not live up to people's expectations. It fell from that night to noon the next day, and the sky was still rolling with dark clouds until the afternoon. No matter what, it refused to miss half a meter The look of sunshine.

Ivan was tired from reading, and was not interested in going shopping with his sister and mother, so he just planned to walk around the hotel to get some fresh air.

Under the cloudy city, the pedestrians on the streets during the day changed a lot.The tourists who came to travel chose to stay in the hotel because of the weather, but most of the local Las Vegas people came out happily with a smile to feel the rare humid air.

The slightly curly black-haired boy was wearing a thin dark blue V-neck sweater and a pair of light white jeans, walking leisurely with one hand in his pocket. The Russian silhouette was quite obvious on his face, with prominent browbones. The bridge of the nose is high, the eye sockets are slightly sunken, and the pair of light blue eyes like glass marbles are particularly beautiful.

And because of his indifferent expression, he was a bit eye-catching when he walked in the crowd. Many girls who went shopping with friends were quietly looking at him, but because his expression was so indifferent, no little girl dared to muster up the courage to go up to him. strike up a conversation.

When passing by the entrance of a small casino, I happened to see the boy I met in the alley last night. His excellent hearing allowed Ivan to hear clearly what he was negotiating with the guard:

"Why can't I go in today?" The boy's curly hair was a little messy, he was still carrying his army green satchel, holding the strap of the satchel with both hands, looking up at the guard, his words were innocent.

The security guard was also very innocent, and said to him very sorry: "I'm sorry, sir, our casino does not allow minors to enter."

The boy was obviously a little confused by the answer, he said in a daze, "But you didn't stop me last time." Although the croupier asked to check his ID when he won a thousand dollars, in the end he was a future Adult reasons kicked him out.

But at least he went in last time!

The security guard was sweating profusely, thinking that if I let you in again, my boss would kick me out.

I've never seen this kind of brat who doesn't spend a thousand dollars and still wins in a row!Could it be that he is possessed by the God of Gamblers!The boss has vowed to operate legally since he came in, and will never earn underage money again!

"Please pay attention to your words, boy, our casino has always been operating legally, and we never let minors in." If the little boy said a few more words, he might forcefully drive people away.

The boy obviously noticed this too, sighed, turned around sullenly and replied, "Okay."

I lost another chance to verify and do the questions, and I am not happy.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a familiar black-haired boy standing behind him.

Ivan nodded, and took the initiative to greet him: "Hello." He thought this person was going to be beaten again, so he came over to take a look.

After all, it is also a kind of fate to meet the same person being beaten in succession.

Within half a minute he knew the name of the boy who had been beaten yesterday—Spencer Reed.

A few minutes later, when they entered an ice drink shop to order drinks, Reid had already talked to him enthusiastically about how to use the theory of probability to win as much as possible in casino games.

Ivan calmly took their drinks and found a seat by the window and sat down, looking at the thin boy who was talking endlessly, with one hand resting on his chin, the other hand took out the glass that belonged to the other party from the dinner plate, and put it on the table. In front of Rhett.

When he stopped to say thanks, Ivan sighed with emotion in a flat tone: "If my math was as good as yours back then, maybe I wouldn't have to transfer."

Accepted admission to Hogwarts because he didn't want to study mathematics——

Then, he was devastated by English in that summer vacation.

Thinking about this kind of black history makes people breathless. This world is so full of malice towards ordinary humans who cannot change into dragons.

The boy on the opposite side looked at him in horror. He couldn't imagine that there are still things in this world where elementary school students are expelled because they are not good at math.

He moved his feet nervously, and apologized to Ivan embarrassedly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to say math..."

"It's okay, it's over anyway." Ivan shrugged his shoulders lightly, expressing that he really doesn't care about such things, shaking the ice cubes in the disposable cup, then tilting the bottle slightly, biting the straw to suck out the inside iced mocha.

The shop door was pushed open, and there was a crisp jingle, and the sound spread together with the wind blowing in as the door opened, mixed with the smell that the black-haired boy would remember firmly after smelling it once. smell--

The damp soil, mixed with the fresh scent of green grass, can't cover up the smell of humus objects buried in the soil below that are almost exposed to the surface.

Ivan couldn't help but look back towards the door, and there were many people who looked over with him.

A tall and handsome young man walked in through the door. His short golden-brown hair was brushed back unrulyly, and a few strands of hair were slightly flamboyant, revealing the smooth forehead of that handsome face.

His bloodless face was too pale, but it only made his handsomeness more obvious.

He held a few books in one hand, and thoughtfully closed the door behind his back with the other hand.

Almost when Ivan looked over, Edward, who also felt his gaze, also looked over at the same moment.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Edward: Why are you again!

Ivan: What a coincidence. (This time I must know what you are

Tom living in the conversation: My brother sneaked out to see vampires and didn't take me with him, so unhappy.