[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Slytherin cellar.

Because it is at the bottom of the Black Lake, the common room is dark and humid all the year round. The walls are covered with dark patterned wallpapers, and the floor is covered with hand-woven dark blankets.The fire in the fireplace is burning fiercely, providing enough warmth for the students all year round.

There is a couch not far from the fireplace, small tables and armchairs are scattered around, and there is a large glass window in the corner. On a sunny day, you can see the bottom of the Black Lake. .

Imagining such a scene, Draco and Ivan fell silent while standing in front of the wall at the entrance of the cellar.

——What is the difference between a Slytherin who doesn't know the password and a salted fish?

There was a slight sound of footsteps in the corridor. Ivan followed the sound and saw that two Slytherins were coming here in the distance. One of them was a thin boy with short black hair neatly combed in threes and sevens. There was no wrinkle in the Raitlin wizard's robe, and the traditional British gentleman's feeling was vividly displayed on him.

Seeing him here, Ivan was surprised.

This is Tom Riddle who is still studying. According to the time engraved on the trophy that Ivan saw in the trophy room before, are they standing in Hogwarts four or fifty years ago? Here?

So, did they pass through the time of history and stood at Hogwarts at that time, or was it the illusory world constructed by this strange picture frame or photo frame?

Ivan was the only one in the girl's bathroom at that time who saw a few lines of names appearing on the white paper in the wooden frame and the whole process of the golden light bursting out afterwards.

He clearly remembered the sentence that appeared above: Welcome to my world.

Assuming this thing is not lying, then they are now in Hogwarts four or fifty years ago, which is the world restored by this blank photo, a fictional world.

So……

What is this thing trying to do?

Ivan stroked the clues, always feeling that he missed an important thread.

The two Slytherins in the distance had already approached, one of them frowned, looked at Ivan standing next to Draco with almost disgusted eyes, and said in a displeased tone:

"Malfoy, the Slytherin common room has never welcomed people from other houses - especially Gryffindors."

Draco glanced at him inexplicably, thought for a while, and explained for Ivan: "He is also a Slytherin."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw the boy who was talking to him froze for a moment, and the well-dressed man next to him had a senior face somewhat similar to the newly hired Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. His smile paused, and he stared sharply at Ivan.

Gryffindor Tower.

George smiled and rubbed his chin while chatting with a senior with ginger-red hair, feeling a wonderful intimacy in his heart.

"Honestly, bullying a Slytherin boy in the girls' bathroom is a pretty good idea, bro—if it wasn't for the unlucky bell ringing then." The senior Gryffindor smiled and patted George. shoulders, apparently having heard about several of their feats for which points were deducted.

A trace of something wrong flashed in George's heart, but the trace disappeared so quickly that he had no time to catch it.

"By the way, why didn't the boy who was with you and Potter come back together? There are so many ideas for the lower grades, and I want to get to know him." Gryffindor's eyes glowed with appreciation, and even He also inquired about Ivan with George.

The smile on George Weasley's face could hardly hold on anymore. After all, a Slytherin pretended to be Gryffindor under his nose and made the college lose points. It's still embarrassing to say it.

The arc of his lips gradually narrowed, subconsciously interrupting the other party's words:

"Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name yet."

The senior Gryffindor smiled and told him his name: Arthur Weasley.

The smile on George's face froze for a moment, and the other party asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

After blinking his eyes, he asked, "No, I just feel dizzy all of a sudden... I think I might have to go to the medical wing."

George had noticed that there was a Gryffindor who was about his own age next to him, who was writing his homework against a thick book. At this moment, he finally let out a breath, closed the heavy book, and wrote it on the parchment next to him. Sign your name.

He stood up from the red plush chair, deliberately passed by the student, glanced at the date and signature on his textbook out of the corner of his eye, the smile on his face completely retreated, and his face was ugly—it really looked like he was not in good health. A comfortable complexion.

Harry in the corner was being surrounded by several senior students with excellent grades in herbalism and asked what was on his shoulder. When he saw George walking out, he hurriedly broke through their surroundings and wanted to rush out.

Before leaving, I did not forget to say to one of the girls with a smile, "Congratulations."

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" The black-haired boy noticed that his teammate's expression was not right, so he came up to ask with concern.

George was blocked from the road, and he lowered his head to meet his gaze with a disillusioned face. It took him a while to realize who was standing in front of him——

He put one hand on Harry's shoulder, put half of his body weight on it, took Harry to a corner where no one was around, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"Merlin's beard, you can never imagine what kind of era we are in, Harry..."

Harry looked at him curiously.

In fact, he has always felt that the current Hogwarts is very strange, and people around him regard his statement that 'the sprouts on the shoulder are the qualifications for participating in the International Friendship Tournament' as a joke.

Another girl joked, "Oh, good joke, but Hogwarts only holds the Triwizard Tournament, kid."

Afterwards, a boy who was also a senior came over and excitedly waved the parchment in his hand and said to her, "I've figured it out, if it's a boy, it's called Harry Potter!"

The girl glanced at him helplessly, cleared her throat under the joking eyes of the people around her, and deliberately said with a straight face: "Honey, if I remember correctly, we were just discussing the details of the engagement?"

Immediately think of what kind of jump mode it is to name the future child!

Because the name was exactly like his own, Harry divided his attention to observe the scene.

Harry, who was distracted for a few seconds, was shaken by George.

He reacted belatedly, activated his brain to respond to what George said just now, and replied: "Huh? Ah, era, what era?"

When George thought of the inscription time on the parchment he saw just now, he felt that his worldview was on the verge of collapse. He licked his dry lower lip, and said in a low voice:

"It's 1965, and we were at Hogwarts 30 years ago, Harry, and I saw a Gryffindor homework date signed with my own eyes."

And it's like I fucking talked to my dad when I was young!No wonder he is so kind! !

The expression on Harry's cute and fair little face was dull for a long time.

Satisfied with his reaction, George stroked his chin in relief:

That's right, I can't be the only one to collapse!

After a while, Harry pushed him away abruptly, ran back to where the seniors were chatting just now, panted slightly and asked the boy in the soon-to-be-engaged couple: "Excuse me, what is your name?" ...?"

After listening to the answer, he said sincerely: "I also think that your future child's name is Harry, Harry Potter——it's a good name."

The girl next to him looked at him with black lines all over her head.

It took a long time to hold back a sentence: "Could it be that those of you who are surnamed Potter like this name very much?"

And you call it that yourself!Of course it sounds good!

On the other hand, the boy looked as if he had found a partner, patted him on the back happily, and said with a smile: "Oh, you really have vision, boy, you are worthy of the person with the same surname as me, so my future son and I What about your name—hey, by the way, is your family a wizard family? I’ll go back and look up the genealogy, maybe we’re a family.”

Harry took a step back with a laugh, and slipped outside on the pretext of suddenly remembering that he had missed homework.

Participated in a wave of negotiating process of own name, feeling a bit cool?

Slytherin cellar.

The light-blond Slytherin was sitting in one of the single armchairs, staring blankly at the senior with the same light-blond hair opposite, who had just reported himself to him:

Lucius Malfoy.

The family names of the 28 pure-blood families are very famous in the wizarding world, and the wealthy Malfoy family is even more prominent among them.

He believes that apart from his father, there should not be another person in this world who has the same hair color as him and also has this name.

Draco felt his head was a little confused... He didn't quite understand why he was participating in the damn qualifiers at Hogwarts not long ago, but now he was in the Slytherin common room with his father who was still studying Chat face to face.

——This world is really too magical.

the other side.

Ivan looked at a Slytherin girl who was approaching with a calm expression.

"So you're a Slytherin too, what's your name?"

The black-haired boy was sitting in the corner of the public lounge. Hearing her question, he slightly raised his eyelids and looked at her. Under the slightly curly hair on his forehead, his pale blue eyes looked at her without emotion.

Those eyes were a bit piercing, as if looking at something dead.

After the girl asked the question, she didn't get a response for a long time, and she still met the other party's terrifying eyes, so she smiled awkwardly, turned around and left almost in embarrassment.

Draco was so shocked that he subconsciously turned his head to look in Ivan's direction. At that time, the girl was leaving, and the black-haired Slytherin's eyes were as indifferent as ever - sitting there quietly, as if he was independent of the whole world. world.

Sensing his gaze, Ivan's gaze fell over.

Light blue eyes climbed up with shallow emotions, as if the light blue glacier suddenly melted and turned into a gurgling stream.

He raised his eyebrows and asked him silently: What's wrong?

Draco subconsciously got up and walked towards him, sat down opposite him in distress, looked back at Lucius' position, and asked in a low voice almost irritated:

"Where are we now? Why do I see my father in school?"

Father?

Not grandpa?

Ivan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly found the strangest place in the world.But he didn't look away, still staring at Draco.

It seems that since the start of the game, he has never seen this young master show the kind of expression that can only be cultivated by a pampered family, showing arrogance and disdain for everyone and everything.

This kind of sadness should not have appeared on his face at this age.

Ivan stared at him for a long time, looking at this person who did not belong to the same world as himself, who was born to be isolated from all suffering.He thought it was amazing that he would be in trouble with such a guy, and the other party seemed to have some trust in him.

Maybe Draco himself didn't realize that he was relying on Ivan, this kind of inexplicable trust came quietly, like a dandelion that quietly fell to the ground on the plain, and settled lightly on the soil.

Ivan exhaled lightly, his light blue eyes softened a bit, and finally brought a little warmth.

He said to Draco in a rare reassuring way: "Don't worry."

Don't worry, no matter what happens, I will protect you and send you back to your world.

The author has something to say: In fact, Ivan is a person who looks super cold on the surface, but is very gentle in his heart_(:з」∠)_

Then, post today late QAQ

I apologize!

But today I am fat!Right!

Bawang tickets are saved to thank you tomorrow!mwah!Happy eating!Good night!

Change me to death...my essay...ah...finally, it was completed in the era of Father Lu. As for why there is Tom, I will tell you later!