[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

George rubbed his chin to digest the shocking news that Ivan threw out.

After hearing the conclusion, Harry's green eyes under the glasses were full of disbelief, and then he murmured: "So the discussion I just had with my parents was all fake?"

The sudden depression made him feel that all the joy that had been lingering in his heart had disappeared.

Draco thought to himself that it's a good thing he didn't drag his father to tell him how hard it was for him to come to this era suddenly, otherwise he might be reduced to the point where he hugged Smelly Potter in the corner and cried.

He secretly thanked himself for being wise, and at the same time raised his chin, and gave Harry a look of complacency that implied contempt.

Ivan had a panoramic view of their reactions, and was a little helpless with Draco's appearance of full-on sarcasm whenever he met his old enemy, and his expression could be a hundred times more vivid.

"So what does he have to do with that picture frame that flew out of the toilet? That blank photo is his?" George rarely had the brain he used to think about tricks and pranks with Fred elsewhere.

"I still don't understand, what if you read it wrong? I mean, look, Malfoy and his father also look alike." The same smelly fart and hate, Harry silently added the second half in his heart In this sentence, the eyes looking at Ivan are full of seeking answers.

In this way, it still cannot be said that the world they came to is fake, what if it is a real time travel?

Ivan looked at him quietly, but didn't explain Tom's question to him. He turned to George and motioned him to continue.

George's smile froze for a second, wondering why he understood the eyes of a Slytherin so well!This will give him the illusion that he has a tacit understanding with this hateful Slytherin!

But meeting Harry's serious eyes, he still accepted the other party's words in a compromise: "There is another proof, if this world is real, we don't belong to the Hogwarts of this era, why no one doubts, but Do you directly acquiesce in our identities?"

That's what he wanted to say to Harry at the cellar door just now.

That's right, after seeing him and hearing his name, Dad didn't have any doubts about the relationship between him and the name he chose?

The James in Harry's impression was not like this, he was really as blindly optimistic as his father appeared on the surface.

"Why did we enter such...a world?" Draco frowned, and looked at Ivan with silver-gray eyes puzzled, wanting him to find an explanation for the current situation.

As long as he thinks that the world he is in now, the people he saw before, including the father he admires are all fake, he will feel a creepy feeling—as if you are clearly walking on a crowded street , suddenly someone comes and tells you, hey bro, those people around you are fake.

When you are surrounded by these life-like dummies, the sight they cast on you is enough to make a normal person's scalp tingle.

Thinking of this, Young Master Malfoy suddenly felt a chill coming up from the soles of his feet, and he subconsciously took two steps closer to Ivan's direction, as if this would give him a sense of security.

Then Boss Ivan gave him the worst answer in that flat tone of 'I went to drink a glass of water just now': "I don't know."

Draco felt that his thigh, which he had held tightly just a second ago, was about to crumble.

do not know? ?

How can you not know? ?

You don't even know what I should do? ?

Seeing how useless he was to say the last sentence, the pale blond Slytherin swallowed back the growl that had come to his lips.

Ivan noticed that his already bloodless little face was a little paler. After thinking about it, he added: "I don't know for now."

Master Malfoy raised his head and looked at him with confused little eyes. He didn't feel that this answer was much better than the previous sentence, and he didn't understand why the other party had to add a nonsense.

Ivan sighed softly, and repeated what he said before: "I won't say it a third time, Draco, remember what I said - don't worry, no matter what happens, I won't Let you have something to do."

Draco really wondered where he got his inexplicable confidence.

Anyway, he still felt that his life was in danger, and even wanted to go out and cry with Lucius in his arms.

He obviously didn't want to participate in the competition, but his name appeared on the list; he obviously didn't want to play seriously, but the boss was too cheating, and he probably could win if he lay down; place to come!

Someone must be trying to kill him!

Must be!

George, who was leaning against the glass cabinet in a daze, came back to his senses when he heard this sentence, and looked at Ivan with a bit of surprise in his eyes. In his impression, this Slytherin was always alone, with a cold expression, as if he didn't care about anyone. Everything else mattered—even at the Slytherin table, except for the start-of-term banquet when all the students would be there, and other times his surroundings were empty.

This is a very pure and powerful Slytherin, the only iron plate he and Fred encountered when they picked the younger snakes to bully.

So he didn't expect that such a cold and unreasonable guy would say such promise-like words to another person one day, which surprised him.

After thinking about it, he guessed that maybe the Malfoy family had some connection with his family, so he took care of the young master by the way.

George absolutely couldn't think of it. The truth of the matter is: Ivan's "family" clearly told him to make trouble when he was free. If he was not free, he could create some emptiness to make trouble for this squeamish little guy. .

"What are you going to do next?" George made up his mind in his heart and asked one more question.

The familiarity of the tone, as if the four of them were originally a team, rather than two teams fighting each other to decide the outcome in the girls' bathroom.

Ivan knows how powerful his social skills are, and simple things like clichés are even easier for him.

The issue is--

"It doesn't matter to me, but you don't have a wand in your hands now, will it be a little troublesome?" The boy's bangs are slightly curled at the end of his forehead, and the pale blue eyes on his chiseled face are calm, and he continues to use that kind of The bland tone reminded them.

George: "...!!!" Damn it!Is this Nima a little troublesome!

Harry: "...!!!" That's right!What about the wand!

Draco: "...!!!" He said that someone must kill him!

Draco touched his pocket subconsciously, and unexpectedly found that...

Huh?

He took it out and took a look. Isn't this the wand that Ivan picked up in the Defense Against the Dark Arts course with Ivan?

George and Harry's eyes immediately focused on the only person in the room with a wand.

Draco was forced to take a step back subconsciously by the scorching stares of the two of them. He realized in time that the boss who said he wanted to cover him was right next to him. With a smile, he deliberately elongated his tone, and said slowly:

"Oh, I'm sorry, I seem to have a magic wand?"

George looked at Harry sadly, and said sorry, "We should have killed them in the first place, so we both have wands." By default, defeating that sixth grader is a no-brainer.

Harry shook his head very calmly, turning a blind eye to Draco's showing off, with a standard smile on his face: "If you have the ability, why don't you go to class and try to swing your powerful wand?"

You can swing it!The teacher has the ability to drive you out!

Draco's smile froze for a second, and he slowly put his wand away under the scorching eyes of the two of them, and gave the other party a final blow calmly:

"That's better than you don't."

Harry: "..." There was a smile on his face, and his heart was full of criticism.

Yo, this wave finally won?

Ivan raised his brows, watched the audience, and unexpectedly found that Draco was finally able not to be pissed off by the Potter boy, and learned to piss him off in a civilized way.

George sighed heavily, covering his face with one hand, not wanting to watch his Gryffindor defeat.

After a few seconds, he silently threw away his integrity, showed a friendly smile to the black-haired Slytherin over there, and asked sincerely: "Will you not bear to see us fall?" It’s dangerous, right? After all, we’re all students in the same school, and we don’t see each other when we look up, so we should be friendly and help each other.”

Friendly and mutual help?

Slytherin and Gryffindor friendly?

Draco snorted disdainfully as if he had heard a big joke.

Ivan also gave a light snort, as a mockery for George's open eyes and nonsense.

However, he really didn't intend to put the two of them in any danger - if his guess was correct, he would even have to clean up today's situation.

"I remember that Gryffindor and Slytherin share many classes in the same classroom. I pray that this fine tradition of 'friendship and mutual assistance' has been maintained decades ago." With one hand in his pocket, he tilted his head slightly , said lightly, but his eyes fell on the direction of the door——

The lines of the wind changed rapidly, as if a piece of paper with staff drawn on it was suddenly messed up.

Someone is approaching this way.

George secretly made a gesture of victory in his heart, followed his gaze towards the door, understood what he meant, and quickly answered:

"No problem! I promise that as long as you stay here one more day, we will be second graders for one more day!" He knew that the other party was a person who didn't talk big, and since he gave such an answer, he would help them solve the corresponding problems .

After all, the most urgent thing is to get out of this weird world first.

As for how to lie to a bunch of dummies?

Does this require technical content?

In the auditorium at noon, the four long tables were full of students, and the familiar Professor McGonagall appeared on the teacher's seat. At this time, she still looked serious, but the wrinkles on her face were obviously much less—— The stern aura around him was quite a bit.

As expected, Ivan did not see Dumbledore, and there were students around who occasionally said something about 'Principal Dumbledore seems to have visited Armstrong recently', Ivan sat motionless In the position of the second grader, I thought so.

Anyone with a little brain in the wizarding world knows that Dumbledore's character is difficult to understand. In a false world, there cannot be too obvious loopholes-the easiest way is to simply let him not appear.

Draco next to him looked at the contents of the plate and fell silent.

... The world is all fake, can food be real?

He looked at the luncheon meat on the plate, and imagined the stupid image of himself cutting the air seriously with a knife and fork in his mind. He sat up straight and thought with a straight face: It's okay, I'm actually not hungry at all.

Then he put down the knife and fork with a sleepy expression without appetite, and turned to look at Ivan next to him.

The black-haired Slytherin glanced around the food on the table, with obvious disgust in his eyes, he dropped the knife and fork, got up and walked out.

Redeemed, Draco followed him out.

In the afternoon, divination class.

The top floor of Hogwarts, the circular lecture hall of divination class.

With the curriculum set up 30 years ago, elective courses can be taken in the second grade.

It’s completely different from George’s previous class—the classroom on the top floor is spacious and bright, and the curtains are light sky blue. Although the temperature outside is not high, it’s a rare sunny day today. Looking out from the classroom , there is a feeling of being very close to the sky, as if sitting on the clouds to learn this mysterious lesson.

George tilted his head and whispered gossip to Harry: "I really feel sorry for myself, do you know our divination teacher? Trelawney, who always smells of sherry, crazy, likes to cover the classroom The airtight old woman who always used moldy tea leaves to let us learn divination."

"I swear that if I create such a clean environment, I will get an 'O' (excellent) in my divination class." He sat on the soft cushion with satisfaction and enjoyment, looking at the bottom center The blank space, that's where the professor will be when he's lecturing.

George firmly believed that his unsatisfactory grades in divination class were completely affected by the strange incense that Trelawney put in the classroom.

Ivan, who was sitting directly in front of them, rested his chin on one hand, pressed his elbow on the table next to him, and looked at the scene below with a flat expression. His long and straight black eyelashes blinked from time to time, and the color of his eyes was like the sky. The blue is dragged far away, and the edge gradually fades away.

The school bell rings.

A strangely dressed female teacher who covered herself from head to toe walked in carrying a large, chirping parrot cage, in which were birds with bright tail feathers jumping around on various masts Son, the moment he entered the classroom, he suddenly closed his beak tightly.

The students didn't care about this detail, only the female wizard who was carrying the birdcage looked down at the birdcage suspiciously, not quite understanding that they were suddenly as quiet as chickens.

"In this class, I will let everyone try a branch of divination - bird language divination." After lifting the veil and taking off the thick hood, the divination teacher moved his hands and feet that were too cold , while shaking his voice to talk to his classmates.

Draco rarely saw a wizard shivering from the cold, so he asked Ivan suspiciously, "Won't she use a warming spell for herself?"

The Slytherin at the table next to him was very curious about his hair color. After all, he was surprised to see that there was still a member of the legendary single-blooded Malfoy family in school.

He deliberately listened to Draco's question, and he couldn't wait to say: "This professor doesn't like wands, and thinks that using too much magic with the help of wands will affect her ability to directly experience the power of nature. use."

George at the back desk let out a snort, shook his head, and decided to take back his evaluation of the classroom just now.

Sure enough, those who learn divination are all weirdos.

"Close the windows first - then I will divide you into six areas, and each area will send out a parrot. You are responsible for recording its calls, and you will give me homework after class. The prophecy was heard in their calls." She opened the cage, and she was ready for them to fly around and asked the students to help catch them back.

Unexpectedly, those birds that were jumping and clamoring just now are huddling in the corners like quails, or grabbing the balance beam under their feet with their claws, nestling obediently, motionless, as if they suddenly entered winter mode.

When the divination professor teased them out with grains, some of them turned their heads and looked at the big devil not far away with their small black bean eyes——

Under the death stare that the devil might cast, should he get the opponent's attention just for a ration?

The parrots used their brains to think for a while, and came to the conclusion: this wave of business is not worth it, so slip away!Whoever you like to move, move, anyway, I don't move.

So the parrots in a birdcage continued to be as quiet as chickens, and still stuck to the bottom line in the face of the temptation of food.

The students waited for a long time, but saw nothing except the professor's action of feeding the birds. At that moment, someone asked curiously: "What's going on? Are those birds not in good condition?"

A Gryffindor next to him replied, "How is it possible, he was still alive and kicking when he entered the classroom just now."

After a while, the discussion in the classroom became louder, and some students even asked enthusiastically, "Professor, do you need our help?"

The professor thinks it may not be necessary anymore.

Seeing that these guys were so quiet, she simply reached in and handed them one by one to the table of a certain group in the area, letting them play freely.

Parrots: ...Fuck, they are still forced to work!

All of a sudden, all the parrots in the cage cheered up collectively. In order to avoid being sent to the table of the devil king, they immediately recommended themselves and jumped to the hands of the divination professor before that: send me to other places!other places!

So when it came to the fourth one, after the witch's hand reached into the cage, the parrots ran around and played with her hand, "You catch me, if you catch me, then I will let you hehehe" game.

The students who belonged to the same area as Ivan and Draco looked at the birdcage curiously - what's going on?

They looked like quails just now, but now they are lively again?Still so crazy?

At that moment, George, Harry, and Draco recalled the scene of the owls being dominated by inexplicable fear in the Hogwarts auditorium, and collectively turned their attention to Boss Ivan.

Public Enemy of Birds... How can a man do this?

Ivan stood still and let them look at him, pretending not to understand the meaning in their eyes.

After waiting for about half a minute, the female professor withdrew her hand in discouragement, and said to the students sitting here: "Whoever of you will help, take the one from your desk away, and be careful, don't hurt me!" they."

Several Slytherins looked at the sharp claws on the parrot's feet, and at the back of their own delicate hands, with reservations about the professor's concerns.

Ivan stood up from the spot lightly, and said softly: "I can help, Professor."

When he said those words, the parrots running all over the cage seemed to have heard a "death announcement". Some of them who had learned a few sentences in English waved their wings excitedly and pointed at the same kind next to them:

"Boss! It ate three meals yesterday! It's fat! Eat it!"

All the students in the audience: ... dumbfounded.

They looked at Ivan in shock, and George was the first to react from this daze, and touched his nose, thinking that something was wrong.

It's too real.

Since this world is fake, it doesn't make sense that the birds in it even show their fear of Arman so vividly. Obviously, such small details, few of them can't remember it unless they see it specially.

Ivan walked to the side of the cage, stretched out his right hand calmly, slightly hooked his index finger, as if he was ready for them to jump up, and turned a deaf ear to the parrot that sold his teammates just now.

So the parrots obediently, as if they had been sentenced to death, lined up resignedly, retracted their wings, and jumped towards his fingers—even obediently retracted their claws, pretending that they were a good bird. bird.

Ivan didn't care about this. After seeing one jumping up, he turned around calmly, regardless of the mood of the rest of the life of the parrots who kept their sluggish expressions on their heads as if they had bloomed after a catastrophe.

On the way back to his original position, his peripheral vision caught everyone in the classroom.

No... nowhere, still don't know all of them.

He remembered the replacement words on the blank photo paper at that time, about the part where his name should have appeared:

Interesting children, familiar taste.

Is it... the same kind?

In this world, are there other descendants of the dragon race who can become humans?

And Hogwarts just a few decades ago?

No, it's impossible, at Hogwarts at that time, when Draco and his parents were in Hogwarts, there should be someone else there!

Aurora!

However, Ivan has never seen her figure!Regardless of whether it was the Slytherin cellar before, or everyone who had seen it in the corridor from just now, he had never seen Aurora at all!

The person that this group of parrots are afraid of can't be him at all, it's his fellow group - Aurora.

According to the description he heard from Aurora, Aurora is slightly different from him. He completely inherited his father's blood, and the dragon blood content in Aurora's body is very low, which can only be for her human part. The point where the bloodline makes a little difference:

In layman's terms, he can see the trajectory of the wind and has the possibility of being able to transform into a dragon, while Aurora will only be a human being.

But the strangest thing is that he didn't realize that birds are afraid of Aurora...

Ivan looked calmly at the positions of the other two Slytherin boys and two Gryffindor girls in the same group besides the four of them.

Four unfamiliar faces, two Slytherin boys were lowering their heads to write some homework, and one of the Gryffindor girls looked at him coldly, and then left them bored.

Could it be that the box that flew out belonged to Aurora?

What was that blank photo supposed to be like?

Ivan returned to the original seat with a red parrot with a few strands of gold dyed at the end of the bird's wings with a blank face-for about 5 minutes, their group faced a parrot that seemed to be dumb. parrots looking at each other.

George reached out his hand to tease the parrot, but it flapped its wings in disgust and avoided it.

Harry watched the parrot jump in front of him, and looked closely at it curiously, but was almost pecked in the eye by it, but luckily the lens helped him escape.

Ivan didn't care about whether it opened or not. He closed his eyes and lit the table with his left index finger. He remained silent from beginning to end, as if he didn't care about their strange scene.

The two Slytherin boys snorted in disgust, as if they thought it was stupid to expect a bird to say something, took out the quill from the ink bottle at the corner of the table, and continued to write on the parchment own stuff.

The parrot paused for a moment, and then suddenly jumped around lively as if the ban had been lifted. With one foot slip, it jumped to the opposite side of Ivan, and looked at him seriously with black bean eyes.

The curly black-haired Slytherin curled his lips slightly, showing a little surprise at the scene where the little thing dared to run up to him and look at him, so he also looked at it with light blue eyes , The gentle appearance when facing the small animals silently melted the indifference in his facial features, as if even the surrounding air was warmed up.

Harry was sitting opposite him, and the green-eyed Gryffindor was surprised to find that the Slytherin's smile was not limited to a sneer.

Ivan's index finger tapped the table intermittently, but did not stop. The rhythm was very slow, as if he was just typing some music score casually.

The parrot suddenly barked twice, the voice sounded a little strange, it barked twice, and closed its beak tightly again.

The two Slytherins, who were working hard, pulled a new piece of parchment and recorded it boredly, and began to use their imagination to make up some ups and downs foretelling stories for this voice.

With his excellent eyesight, George took a glance and found that no matter whether it was a divination class 30 years ago or 30 years later, the homework handed in by the students would not be much different.

The movement of Ivan's left hand paused, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he returned to the indifferent expression of ancient well, and then he slowly resumed his rhythm of tapping the corner of the table.

The ginger-haired Gryffindor gave him a quizzical look, obviously aware of what he might be signaling, but not quite sure to whom he was addressing it.

After a long class, the bell rang for the end of the get out of class. George wrote a few words that didn't make sense on the paper. He obviously didn't even bother to perfunctory the false lessons about dealing with this world.Harry next to him was more direct, turning his head to glance at George's answer, and then reversed the subject of the sentence before and after, and copied it almost exactly.

Compared with them, Draco and Ivan were much more arrogant, and they handed in blank parchment directly. Ivan noticed that when a Gryffindor girl in the group came to collect the homework, the parrot returned to that look. Playing dead, quietly curled up on the table, not as lively as before a few seconds ago.

After walking out of the classroom, he deliberately slowed down and landed at the end of the group of people, as if deliberately waiting for someone to come to him, but until the classroom was almost empty, no one had the tendency to approach him.

Ivan exhaled lightly, and walked in the direction of the two Gryffindor girls he had seen before, regardless of the strange gazes cast by George and Harry.

As a result, as soon as he followed, the two students came to a fork in the road and separated from the left to the right, as if deliberately preventing him from finding the real behind-the-scenes.

The black-haired Slytherin stopped in his tracks, his tight lips showed that his patience was exhausted, his long eyelashes blocked the light from his thin blue eyes, and half of the eyes darkened, as if a horror was brewing storm.

A long series of incantations flowed from his lips, as if he was singing an ancient folk song. The voice seemed to be humming or sighing, but it just made people feel a light feeling rising from the bottom of his heart——

One of the Gryffindors who had been walking forward suddenly stopped in his tracks when he sensed a palpitating danger.

At the moment she stopped suddenly, Ivan's voice reached her ears: "Why don't I know, you want to be a Gryffindor so much?"

The girl turned to look at him, a strange smile suddenly appeared on her face, she clapped her palms reservedly twice, the red school uniform on her body gradually turned back to green, and the Gryffindor logo on her chest also returned to Slytherin's. appearance.

Even her appearance has changed, flaxen hair, blue eyes exactly like Ivan's, the only difference is the temperature in the eyes.

One is flamboyant like a burning blue flame, and the other is as indifferent as ice.

She looked at the black-haired boy who stopped in front of the fork in the corridor, with full interest in his eyes, walked towards him step by step, and said slowly: "You seem to be very familiar with me, and... ...you look a lot like me, too."

Ivan looked at her blankly, talking nonsense in his heart, a mother born, can it be different?

The girl bit her lower lip, with a bit of confusion on her face: "But my parents obviously only gave birth to me as a child, and they didn't say that they have any relatives..."

Ivan keenly noticed that the Aurora in front of him was not in sync with the one in reality.

Mira and Alman share the same lifespan, and they cannot be viewed by human standards, so there is indeed a gap in age between Ivan and Aurora.

This age gap is converted by human standards, and it is roughly similar to——

"Ah, you can't be my son, are you?" The girl opposite looked at him suddenly, with a bit of kindness in her eyes.

Ivan: "..."

This time even his expression froze for a few seconds, and after being hit by this weird question for a while, he looked at his sister opposite with a blank expression, and said calmly:

"Congratulations, once again I have the urge to beat you to death."

The girl judged from his expression that her guess was wrong.

He said with some regret: "Oh, it's not like that?"

Immediately afterwards, she added: "I thought that if Tom and I outside were together, the child would be this big."

The one outside?

Ivan frowned.Obviously, he just discovered today that there are a lot of mysteries about his own sister, and she deserves to be a natural match with Tom Riddle, who is old enough to be his grandfather.

"What's going on here?" He frowned slightly and asked.

"Tell me who you are first, and then I'll think about telling you the secrets of this world." The girl blinked slyly at him, her beautiful blue eyes were like the sparkling blue shallow sea under the sun, exuding Fascinating charm.

Ivan looked at her quietly, and after a few breaths, he opened his lips and said, "Ivan Arman."

"Arman? Damn, how old is mom? Or does dad actually have other women?" The girl lowered her head and wrung her fingers with a disillusioned expression, trying to calculate the age of her parents with difficulty.

Obviously, this Aurora's memory stopped at the Hogwarts era.

If Ivan remembers correctly, Mira told him that in the year Aurora graduated from Hogwarts, Arman finally found a way to share his life with her.

He didn't speak, and stood there with a flat expression. He didn't plan to reveal more information until he didn't know what Aurora in front of him was. He never forgot that before he was pulled into this world, he The sense of threat that I once felt.

After a while, the girl put down her hands, brushed her soft long hair behind her head, showed a nice smile, and smiled happily at him:

"Oh, forget it, it doesn't matter anymore."

"Do you know? I'm not the same as the one outside." She smiled sweetly and looked at Ivan. The tenderness in her eyes was so obvious, but it made Ivan feel creepy.

"Obviously as long as you can live forever, isn't it easy to go home and so on?"

"For the sake of a man, to separate one's own soul and one's precious blood is simply stupid."

The amount of information in these few sentences is a bit large, and Ivan frowned.Before he could react, the girl walked up to him and stood still, leaned slightly, put one hand on his shoulder, tilted her head, and said with a playful smile:

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"—I, I am the dragon blood that she abandoned."

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