[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Hogwarts reading room.

Because the missing student has not been found yet, and the competition is still suspended indefinitely, the students' attention is all on this preliminary round, so the whole day, only Mrs. Pince is in the library.

After spending the whole morning sorting out the returned books, the afternoon seemed much more leisurely.

She made herself a cup of black tea, sat in the brightly lit administrator's seat, comfortably folded her hands on her lower abdomen, leaned against the back of the soft sofa chair, completely ignorant of what happened in the castle, and was very satisfied with her position. small holiday.

Just when the warm drowsiness enveloped her——

Suddenly she heard a strange noise.

There was a tinkling sound, as if something was breaking free from its shackles.

The sound instantly dispelled the sleepy people around her, and she sat up from the chair suddenly, thinking that she had an auditory hallucination, and her chaotic spirit returned to some light.

But the voice didn't disappear. She picked up the feather duster on the table and looked up suspiciously. Only the books in the restricted area were locked, because the books themselves were very dangerous.

It sounds like a student who sneaked into the library to steal books when no one else was around, and tried to break the chains on them because they couldn't get the keys.

Mrs. Pince walked over there in a hurry, with a bit of anger on her face, thinking that if she caught this student, she must take him to see Dumbledore!

To steal books in such a violent way!

The courage of the students these days is getting bigger and bigger!

There was a silent anger on her face, her shoes made a slight dull sound on the carpet, and she walked towards the archway of the restricted area with a feather duster in her hand.

The sound on the bookshelf still has not disappeared, indicating that the student has not succeeded.

After passing through rows of bookshelves intertwined with chains, Mrs. Pince suddenly turned around and stared——

To her surprise, there was no one.

All I could see was a thick book with a golden spine shaking violently on the bookshelf, as if I had suddenly gained consciousness and wanted to break free from the heavy shackles on my body.

Although many of the books placed in this area are either because the author has cast magic or because of the special material, most of them are not safe, but you must know that these chains themselves have some effects of confinement spells, so before unlocking the locks, , These books are basically honest.

Mrs. Pince looked at the scene in front of her in amazement, and saw that the golden light on the spine of the book became more and more dazzling, as if the magma surging from the ground was about to overflow.

Before she could react, the heavy book suddenly ignited——

As if the spine of the book had really been injected with ultra-high-temperature magma, blue flames began to glow from the spine of the book, and the entire book was about to be reduced to ashes with the naked eye.

Mrs. Pince covered her mouth in shock: "Oh! Merlin!" She quickly pulled out her wand, wanting to cast a spell of clear water like a spring, trying to extinguish the fire on the book, so as not to spread to the entire library—here There are also many rare books from before the Middle Ages, and the flames are definitely a disaster here!

Just before her spell was cast, the tongue of flames silently devoured the entire book and went out without a sound, not even affecting the two adjacent books, and it seemed that this strange fire had no edges to them stained.

Mrs. Pince: ... dumbfounded.

After looking around and making sure that no students were using invisibility spells or the like to hide nearby to play tricks, she thought in a trance:

Never would have thought that there are still books I can't think about*** these days...

After staring at the gap where only the chains and ashes were left, she suddenly realized, turned around and hurried outside——

She has to check the records quickly to find out what the book is, and then report this abnormal situation to Dumbledore!

Lying on the hard ground, Ivan felt his hallucinations getting heavier and heavier, so much so that he suspected that Aurora's previous blow had directly knocked him into a near-death state because of anger from embarrassment.

When the cheerful singing sounded around him, he heard a deep male voice when his body temperature continued to rise:

"How many years have passed? Is it the turn of a black dragon to inherit my talent? Are all the dragons in the sky extinct?"

What Sky Dragon?

He thought vaguely, not knowing where the voice was coming from.

"Let me see, oh no, it can't even be called a pure black dragon, no wonder it can use my family's magic spell."

"Hey, after being beaten so badly, you actually accidentally summoned the Wind Spirit?" The voice seemed to sense his current physical condition, and there was a bit of a smile in his tone.

"It seems that you don't have the time to answer my question... Anyway, since I met you, it's better to give it to you than to stay in the hands of humans who don't understand anything." There was a bit of regret and regret in that voice. Lonely, he always felt that the heir he had been waiting for for a long time did not satisfy him so much.

But he knew that the reason why he left this spell at the beginning was because all the powerful dragon species on the mainland were decreasing day by day, and the power of the descendants was also being weakened. One day, there would be descendants who could not even stimulate their racial talents. .

So before he died, he left a trace of his consciousness and this inheritance, hoping to do something for future generations so that the race would not go extinct.

Unexpectedly, he still failed to wait for the person he expected.

Only the dragon clan can recite this spell, and only the descendants of the sky dragon can see the breath of the wind and summon the wind spirit.

He originally expected it to be a pure bloodline, but he didn't expect it to be a heterogeneous successor.

Not satisfactory.

He sighed, and found that Ivan still failed to respond to his question, so he couldn't help reminding again: "I can help you, let you defeat her with the fighting method of the dragon in the sky, the premise is - you have to maintain consciousness, Otherwise, you won't even be able to read the inheritance memory I gave you, child, are you still alive?"

Ivan tried his best to pull back the edge of the abyss where his consciousness was crumbling, and replied him slightly: "Yes."

That's good, he didn't want to miss this little guy.

It's cheap for this kid, the blood power of the sky dragon that is so thin that it can hardly be felt, which is completely suppressed by the talent of the black dragon race, is completely activated.

So the man was a little more satisfied——

Don't think about the fate of a descendant who has most of the talents of the black dragon, but returns to the talent of the sky dragon.

A large number of images suddenly flooded Ivan's mind. He saw the appearance of dragons covering the sky in the sky when they were the most powerful race on the planet in ancient times——

The continuous dragon chant resounded in his ears, and the deafening sound made his soul tremble.

That was the peak era of the Dragon Clan, and they were the only kings in the sea, land and air.

The power of the elements in the air is very abundant, and there are always wind elves jumping over with a smile in their ears, circling around the dragon in the sky.

The sky dragon has a beautiful body and a very beautiful color. The ears are made of blue bone wings and a translucent membrane, like a semi-curved fan... They have the same color as the blue sky, so there is no doubt who is it. This is the darling of the sky.

A sky dragon fought another dragon of unknown species.

The blue dragon flapped its wings and set off a huge storm, making the other party obviously have a strong body and powerful wings, but actually teetering in mid-air, being staggered by the wind——

This is an unimaginable scene that would appear on a dragon.

Immediately afterwards, the blue dragon opened its mouth, and a huge air cannon hit the other dragon, and an obvious crater appeared on its huge body!

It can be seen how powerful this attack is!

Ivan looked at the wind ball in astonishment, not only saw the solidity and terror of the air ball, but also saw the role played by the wind elves in this magic.

In the next second, he felt a sudden sense of falling, the picture in front of him gradually faded away, and the physical pain that he had almost forgotten returned to his brain.

At the same time, the familiar voice sounded again, with the pride of belonging to the dragon family of the sky from a distant time and space: "Have you felt it? The power of the wind."

The voices of the little elves were obviously joyful and brisk, but they seemed to form an inexplicable encirclement, protecting Ivan in the middle.

She turned back into a human form and stared at this scene from a distance. Although she couldn't wait to complete the ceremony in her heart, she forced herself to use up the last bit of patience, wanting to see him completely unconscious and unable to resist herself.

She firmly believed that the wind elves who were summoned by accidental factors around him would eventually disappear and dissipate into the air again.

But Aurora never expected that not only did Ivan's vitality not lose, but it was still increasing bit by bit. Gradually, there was a faint feeling in the blood bleeding from the wound on his arm and chest that could make her feel To the breath of menace.

Aurora looked at the young man who had fallen on the spot in shock, and saw that on his pale face due to excessive blood loss, the eyes and eyelashes that were originally closed trembled, and slowly opened again.

When he saw the sky with soft light because of the dusk scene again, Ivan's consciousness was also slowly recovering. Compared with seeing the pictures of the elves singing and dancing around him, what touched him more deeply was the wound on his body.

It's so fucking painful.

As long as you try to raise your hand, the wound on your arm will affect the nerves and even the bones will tremble slightly.

The wound on his chest made him feel that he even felt the wind blowing through the flesh and blood of the wound.

It even hurt so much that his brain went blank for a moment, and then he beeped like an alarm. He had to mobilize all his attention to recall what the voice said just now, so that he could temporarily divert himself from the pain. attention.

He looked at the line of warm orange in the sky, as if staring at his only hope of victory, moved his pale lips, and silently recited the spell that should have been buried ten thousand years ago along with the torrent of history——

The surrounding wind elves laughed even happier. They looked at Ivan with joy and sang along with him.

Compared to their joy, Aurora's expression was completely ugly.

She saw the lines of the wind being mobilized, twisted, and compressed rapidly, and watched the elves flap their wings with ease, creating a huge wind mass.

It is so dense that it is almost impossible to see the color of the lines inside, only that it is messy and chaotic.

Give her an indescribable sense of danger.

She has no doubts that her human body will completely collapse with just one blow.

So she changed back into the form of a black dragon again, her light blue eyes fixed on the condensed wind group, and was pushed towards her by the elves babbling——

The black giant dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a huge ball of flames, but she didn't expect that the wind mass fueled the flames, and the flames that should have spewed out instantly burned back, making her take two steps back involuntarily.

Ivan was still looking at the sky, not caring at all that his charged blow was easily resolved by the opponent. The dusk was reflected in his eyes, and an equally beautiful orange line fell in the light blue.

Aurora took two steps back and exhaled heavily——

She didn't expect Ivan's vitality to be so tenacious, but if the other party only made it this far, they still couldn't pose a threat to her.

The black dragon flapped its wings again, trying to fly to him, and saw his utter despair.

The moment she was about to take off, she was surprised to find that the wind elves gathered around her, and when the wings waved, it seemed that they suddenly turned into hands, waved in the air, and could not let her body move at all. rise again.

The wind elves giggled, like children who succeeded in pranking. Aurora saw that the lines were like their toys, pulled by them in the air, and turned into a powerful turbulence, which made her unable to even take off.

She opened her mouth to spit out flames, but suddenly felt an indescribable sense of crisis flashing past.

Suddenly, she felt a huge rock hit her back, and the force of the blow made her almost lie on the ground——

She looked up at the sky, shock in her pale blue eyes.

Countless dense wind clusters condensed in the air above her, and were slapped down by the elves flapping their wings like rubber balls.

The dull sound of 'dong' and 'dong' sounded, and her skin covered with powerful scales was dented with traces, as if she had received a very big blow.

Unable to fly to dodge, unable to breathe fire, unable to spray acid mist, she was only relying on the strong physical fitness of the black dragon itself to fight hard.

The dragon's excellent hearing allowed her to hear the reply from the black-haired boy amidst the dense airdrops:

"Now it's my turn to see how long you can last."

Ivan was lying on the ground, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed how the black dragon gradually became exhausted after each round of air cannon attacks, and knelt down helplessly on the ground, no matter what kind of promises she made or what she threw. Threat, still stick to the original goal - to defeat her.

Because he couldn't afford the consequences of his opponent's sudden repentance after letting him go temporarily.

He has no second chances.

The black dragon gradually exhausted his strength, and fell to the spot covered in bruises, dying under the endless attacks. The situation changed so quickly, and the failure hit her at an overwhelming speed, without giving her any more time to react.

"Aren't I your sister! Are you trying to kill me!"

"Do you know how unwilling I am? She is a dragon, why should she give up such an excellent blood to humans? I don't want to be mixed with such weak human blood! I am not reconciled!"

"You let me go, I'll tell you how to transform a dragon—"

The voice kept ringing, but it just made the boy look at the sky lonely:

This is not Aurora, not his sister.

If she was really Aurora, there would be no such situation between them.

Ivan heard her voice gradually weakened and became hoarse, and saw the beautiful evening being torn apart.

The world is unstable.

Because the people who supported the inside were exhausted, so that the whole world was crumbling.

The dragon uttered a long mournful cry, corresponding to the cracked sky, ushering in her doom in despair.

"You want to turn into a dragon? I definitely won't! I won't let any of you succeed!" she yelled hysterically when she finally returned to her human form.

I want you to never be able to transform into a dragon in your life!

Before Ivan had time to react——

Her body dissipated slowly, like mist, leaving only a drop of golden blood in the center.

Then, the blood quickly moved towards the crack in the sky, as if trying to escape.

Ivan stretched out his hand in vain, and the wind elves flew towards the drop of blood, but flew back aggrieved in the middle of the flight, and told him grumblingly: No, no, your magic power is really not enough!

Immediately afterwards, Ivan found that the golden light seemed to hit some invisible barrier, and was bounced back again.

Tom walked to the entrance where his world joined hers, wand in hand, and looked up at the sky with a slight smile:

"Where do you want to go?"

He watched the golden blood turn into the shape of Aurora again, falling from the sky and coming towards him. He raised his wand, but saw a disdainful arc on the corner of the girl's lips, and she slapped it away with her backhand. That barrier in the sky.

It's a pity that she didn't have the extra strength to fly out again.

But she didn't want these two guys to succeed anyway, her unwillingness turned into the final motivation, she turned her head and saw the three people lying on the grass over there, struggling to change back to the dying dragon form, and flapping their wings towards the three for the last time going in the direction of the students——

Tom's face changed slightly, and a spell was habitually blurted out:

"Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)—" The moment the spell hit her, he heard something shattering inside him, the sound of the shattering of his abandoned soul.

He was slightly taken aback by the huge sense of loss and emptiness.

That is, at this very moment——

The shadow of the giant dragon that originally covered the sky disappeared, and a drop of golden blood no longer had any power to fall. It just fell on the brow of the light-blond haired Slytherin, and melted into the fair skin, and was no longer found.

Tom Riddle: ...

Just when he was fighting Aurora, Ivan finally gathered enough strength, sat up from the ground, and watched the whole process—he had exhausted his mana and watched Tom stand still in place, letting the drop of blood The way it fell on Draco's head.

Ivan: ...

The huge blow made him no longer have the strength to stand up, and fell back in despair, lying back on the ground.

With such a difficult life, he looked at the collapsing sky expressionlessly, until Tom walked beside him, and that handsome face broke into his line of sight, blocking him from continuing to watch the scene of the destruction of the world .

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The boy apologized to him solemnly.

Ivansheng glanced at him resignedly, and said after a while: "It doesn't matter, anyway, there is no definite evidence to show that giving me that drop of blood will definitely make me succeed in transforming a dragon."

Tom frowned, and said subconsciously: "But there is no doubt that if you have—"

"Isn't it okay for you to let me lie to myself? Or do you think I still have the strength to get up and punch you in the face?" He lazily rolled his eyelids and glanced at the other person again.

The final situation came unexpectedly, beyond the expectation of the two of them, there was no way to do it.

He didn't gain nothing in this battle with Aurora, that's enough.

A smile appeared on Tom's lips, and he also looked up at the sky. The crack was gradually widening, and when they finally collapsed, it was when they left——

Just when Ivan felt the pulling force again.

"Don't die." The boy standing beside him smiled and said a word, and then his body gradually dissipated, turning into a piece of soft white light, and fell into Ivan's palm.

When he opened his eyes again, Ivan was the first to see the snow-white ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, Aurora's approaching face appeared in front of her eyes, her light blue eyes were filled with worry and joy: "You're awake!"

Ivan wanted to dodge subconsciously, but forgot that he was lying on the hospital bed.

"Your sudden enthusiasm makes me uncomfortable." After almost hitting the bedpost above his head, he saw the sadness in Aurora's eyes, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to explain.

The woman sat back on the seat next to her and said to him seriously and guiltily, "I'm sorry."

Sorry to hurt you.

I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well, and even almost killed you.

Ivan let out a sigh of relief, looked at her guilty look, and said softly, "I know it's not you."

You don't want to hurt me, this is the biggest difference between you and her.

Not wanting to live in such a sad atmosphere after narrow escape, he changed the subject: "When I came back, I should have..."

"Well, with Tom, we know everything, don't worry." Aurora nodded, smiled at him reassuringly, and even reached out and brushed a strand of messy hair on his forehead with very light force Dial aside.

As a result, the family members in the ward here finally settled down.

On the other side, there was a commotion——

"Why hasn't he woke up when he doesn't have any scars? Dumbledore, if your medical wing is at this level, let me transfer my son to St. Mungo's as soon as possible, and our Malfoy family will pay for everything..." Lucius was walking around outside in an agitated mood, and he couldn't control his emotions when he thought of his precious son lying on the ground when he was rediscovered.

A man in a suit came from the corridor next to him, buttoning the cuff button of his left wrist as he walked, and when Dumbledore spoke soothing words, he chuckled and said, "Calm down, Lucius, your son It's just because I received a big gift, I was so surprised that I couldn't wake up for the time being."

After Lucius saw the appearance of the person coming, the anger on his face froze for a moment, and then he said to him with the same displeasure:

"You'd better speak clearly, Tom, and you have to know that I don't have much patience right now."

"To put it simply, your son got a drop of dragon's blood." Tom Riddle raised his eyebrows and gave the other party an answer calmly.

Dragon... dragon blood?

Lucius' expression was blank for a second, and the twelve uses of dragon's blood flashed through his mind, not quite understanding what it had to do with Draco's coma.

In Lucius' puzzled expression, the man smiled and said the next sentence to him:

"If you must talk about the trouble caused by this drop of dragon's blood, it may be... Can your son live hundreds of years longer than ordinary people?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: Not only can you win by lying down, but you can also gain hundreds of years of life. This wave of adventure is worthwhile!

Harry: Look up to the Emperor of Europe.

George: I don't understand the world of the Emperor of Europe.

Ivan: ...

Tom, who has worked hard for a long time to live a long time: ...