[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Lucius, who was suddenly notified of this 'surprise', inevitably had a dull expression on his always arrogant face.

Dragon blood makes people live longer?

He couldn't help but look sideways at Dumbledore, wanting to get an answer from this pioneer who studied the twelve uses of dragon's blood.

How can you bear someone talking nonsense in front of you?

I can't stand it if I were you, Dumbledore!

Dumbledore still had a smile on his face, but he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart.He and Lucius looked at each other for a few seconds, then turned to look at Tom on the other side, and said after deliberation:

"Perhaps it would be more appropriate for Mr. Alman's family to explain this matter?"

Just after Ivan talked with Aurora for a few words, Madam Pomfrey came over to check on his condition, and after confirming that his mental state was quite good, she briefly told him about his injury, and left another After picking up a bottle of blood tonic, he hurried to the other side.

Ivan looked at the small bottle of potion on the table next to him, moved his gaze to Aurora, and asked one more question:

"Is anyone else hurt?"

Aurora also saw the bottle of potion that had just been put down on the bedside table, thinking that Ivan asked her to bring it over, and reached out to him at the same time:

"The young master of the Malfoy family has a bit of sequelae of dragon blood fusion for the time being."

After that, he handed the bottle of potion to him.

Hearing this, Ivan raised his eyebrows lightly, and thought of the picture of the drop of blood falling on Draco's forehead that he had seen before.

It was only frustrating at the time, but thinking about it now, what he and Tom thought was extremely precious might be a nuisance to Draco.

The hand holding the small glass bottle suddenly retracted, and Aurora remembered that it was his hand that was injured, and pulled off the cap of the glass bottle, as if intending to feed him directly.

Ivan was thinking about Draco's situation, and he didn't realize Aurora's actions until his lips turned cold, he subconsciously tilted his head, avoiding the weird smell from the bottle mouth that rushed into his nose: "No need. "

Before Aurora spoke, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt. The hand that should have been so badly injured that even raising his hand in a short period of time would cause pain, but at this moment he easily put the bottle into it as if he was not injured. Pushed further.

Aurora had no choice but to raise her hand to take the bottle away, looked at his bandaged arm worriedly, and said helplessly for a while, "Why don't I remember that you are such a person who hates taking medicine?"

Ivan shook his head silently at her, his eyes fell on the left arm in front of him, as if to verify his guess, he stretched out his right hand and began to remove the bandage on the left arm.

After a while, Aurora looked at his smooth forearm with no scars at all in shock, then looked down at the second bottle of blood tonic in her hand, and murmured: "Madam Pomfrey's potion Has the effect already taken effect to this point?"

Just once!Immediate results!

She also knew that it was impossible to achieve this terrifying healing effect by relying on potions alone. She gently placed the glass bottle in her hand on the table next to her, her soft eyes fell on Ivan, and she looked at his expressionless face. He took off the bandage and said:

"Your resilience has become stronger. It seems that fighting her has brought you unexpected gains."

The characteristics of the dragon clan are more and more revealed on his body.

Aurora could almost predict that maybe not long after, she would be able to see the second black dragon soaring in the sky at home.

The bandages fell from the forearm in circles, and Ivan looked up at her, but there was not much joy in his eyes, as usual.

After a few seconds, he gave a soft 'um', affirming what Aurora said.

After he woke up, he could find that his perception of changes in the air was more acute.

In contrast to this, there was a strange, suppressed feeling in my heart, a feeling that the power had become stronger but was vaguely put on a heavy shackle.

Time to have a serious chat with Dad about this.

Just as he thought of this, the curtain next to him was politely opened by a snake-headed cane, and the Patriarch Malfoy, who had neatly combed his pale blond hair behind his head, appeared in front of him in black clothes.

Then Dumbledore and Tom Riddle also appeared in his sight.

Ivan could feel that only the people in front of him were left in the room, except for a quiet breathing sound in the distance, it seemed that even Madam Pomfrey had temporarily left the scope of the medical wing.

"May I ask what's the matter with you?" Aurora looked at Tom, and at the same time threw him a question with her eyes: Is it not resolved?

Ivan looked at Lucius who was closest to his hospital bed. His expression was the most restless in the audience, as if he was still suppressing some excitement.

In fact, Lucius was already trying his best to suppress his shock. He believed that if it wasn't for his son's "unexpected harvest" today, he might never know such a big secret in his life!

He needs to make sure it's real.

For a long time, the wizarding world's impression of the role of dragons in magic is: the whole body is full of treasures, from tears, scales to spine, all are precious magic materials that are hard to find!

But they never thought of it!There is even dragon blood that can make people live longer!

Lucius couldn't comprehend that the raw materials of his stove cleaner were so extravagant!

And this witness who broke common sense is right in front of him!

Lucius tried his best to calm down his brain, put a habitual smile on his face, and said politely:

"I am Draco's father, I think you and my child should have experienced something together - he is unconscious now, I wonder if I can get the answer from you?"

Ivan's eyes glanced in Tom's direction inadvertently, and when he saw the other party nodded slightly, indicating to him that the matter was almost settled, he sighed slightly in his heart.

Afterwards, the young man with profound and indifferent features raised his hand to lift off the quilt, stepped on the slippers placed beside him, and said softly, "I have to see his condition first."

Lucius was a little puzzled. He looked back at the gentleman's smile on the face of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was watching, and then at the same kind smile on Dumbledore's face. Then he followed Ivan's Pace - Dealing with two people is obviously not an advantage, and this teenager seems to know all the truth, he might as well get more information from this second-year Slytherin.

Lifting the white curtain, Ivan immediately saw the unconscious young master Malfoy lying on the hospital bed. For some reason, his usually pale face turned bloody, and his cheeks were slightly flushed. , adding a bit of cuteness to his sleeping phase.

But what attracted him more than Draco's unusual expression was the familiar smell floating in the air, weak but familiar.

He turned his head to look at Aurora who was following behind. The flaxen-haired woman had exquisite makeup, and her light blue eyes, which were the same as his, were full of tenderness.

If Aurora hadn't made those dangerous attempts back then, this should have belonged to her aura, instead of making Ivan unaware of anything now.

He turned around, took two steps forward, and gently tested the temperature on Draco's forehead with the back of his hand.

Finding that the other party's temperature was still within the normal range, he withdrew his hand, leaned slightly, and got closer to the boy on the bed, and heard his heartbeat——

Much stronger than before.

So he stood up straight on the edge of the bed, and said to Lucius who was looking at him with concern, "He's about to wake up, don't worry."

Lucius: ...? ? ?Wait, you're not going to tell your story?

Before Lucius raised his question, he glanced at Tom and Aurora next to him, put one hand in his pocket, and opened the curtain next to him with the other hand and walked out.

"Can I meet Dad?" On the lawn not far from the medical wing, Ivan glanced around leisurely, but found no one else in his sight, and finally fell back to the two people in front of him. body, asked.

Aurora was keenly aware that it had something to do with his visit to Draco just now, so she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Ivan leaned sideways at the man who was wearing a suit meticulously, and asked him half-closed his eyes: "Did you just tell his father that the dragon's blood obtained by Draco can prolong his life?"

Tom and Aurora glanced at each other. The man tried to search many records about the "dragon blood side effects" in his mind, but he still had a polite smile on his face, but he was a little more sincere than other people. , Kai Lips asked: "Is there any question?"

Ivan thought of the appearance of the pampered young master with delicate skin and tender flesh, and said with a sigh for a long time: "Yes, the problem is serious--for the strong, it is indeed beneficial and harmless."

His eyes fell on Aurora next to him, and he said lightly: "Although the dragon's blood has been diluted a lot and the breath is weaker, he is even weaker."

He remembered that Edward said at that time that although the smell of blood on his body was sweet, it contained an indescribable threat.

But... Draco was different, he was like a man carrying a treasure, walking in the sun without any weapons, almost without the ability to protect himself.

It belongs to the racial coercion naturally inherited in the blood of dragons, which can help protect their offspring.

But once the protection inherited in the blood disappears...

When facing other powerful magical creatures, Ivan didn't know whether to show him some sympathy.

The already strong Aurora: "..."

Tom, who is also very strong, didn't think about this reason: "..."

After a long time, the woman said helplessly: "Sure enough, I still have to ask my father."

After all, this is the only real dragon in their family.

"Depending on the situation, we might have to remind his parents." Ivan didn't really want to let more wizards know their identities. Thinking of this, he felt a little pain in his head.

At the same time that the first-year Slytherins were waking up in the hospital wing, a family meeting was taking place in the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Alman rolled his eyes left and right, looked at the opposite scene through the flames, and asked curiously: "What do you see of me now? Is my face on fire?"

If he turned into a prototype flame, would he set the office on fire on the other side?

Ivan threw him an explosive news with a blank face, interrupting his father's unrestrained imagination:

"I have inherited the bloodline of the Sky Dragon."

Alman was shocked, and asked in surprise, "What?!"

Obviously it's my son!How did you get the inheritance of the Sky Dragon?Do you remember what our black dragon's housekeeping skills are, son?

Seeing that his attention was drawn back, Ivan spoke to him about what happened to him before, picked the key points and finished speaking concisely, waiting for his reaction.

"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that there was a sky dragon in our blood. After all, my father was also a black dragon..." the man said to himself.

Never expected that my bloodline is so complicated!

Ivan thought he could hear something different: "..." I'm sorry, I think highly of you, Dad.

He stood by the fireplace with his arms folded, his face calmly waiting for the person reflected in the fireplace flames to react.

"Do you have any special feelings?" Arman rolled his eyes and looked at his son from top to bottom curiously. He especially wanted to know what Ivan's breath looked like now.

He thought he would get a popular answer like 'becoming stronger', but unexpectedly he got an unexpected answer:

"Yes, I feel that this part of the power is being suppressed."

Aurora, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help covering her mouth with her hand, and looked in shock at her younger brother—Ivan, who had acted so calmly before, and had time to worry about other classmates. It's over.

"It's not good, son, are you getting stronger or weaker?" Arman never expected that Ivan would learn such a twists and turns if he went to the human world to learn magic. Come on, with a sigh.

"Strong is strong." Ivan frowned slightly, carefully feeling the changes inside his body, trying to describe the reason for his father who seemed completely unreliable but was still the only hope.

He could feel that the blood power belonging to the dragon of the sky was flowing, but it was suppressed by the most important blood of the black dragon, but it seemed that it could not be suppressed.

In layman's terms, the power can still be used, but it feels like it's not easy to use it.

A strange awkwardness.

Alman made a haha, and said with a smile: "I told you before, Ivan, that transforming a dragon is something that cannot be rushed. With all due respect, I haven't found anyone who has become a dragon yet, your dear father." benefit--"

Immediately afterwards, he heard a critical attack from his son: "That's because you are too weak."

Arman's expression froze for a second, with a smirk on his face, staring at Ivan's face that had inherited some of his own looks, and asked, "It was a bit windy just now, what did I hear?"

When it touches a human, it will change back to its original form, and the form cannot be controlled. Isn't such a dragon family weak?

Ivan pouted in his heart, completely gave up the idea of ​​getting an answer from his unreliable father, and turned to another topic: "Do dragons have natural enemies?"

Arman snorted, obviously still worried about Ivan's answer just now, and looked at him unhappily at his pretentious appearance at a young age, and said after a long time:

"Even for those dragons who can't have human form, natural enemies don't exist—but for some children who can't change their original form, it's hard to say."

Since the love from his son turned into a mudslide, his father's love can only be like a landslide!

Aurora, who watched a father-son fight scene: "..."

Ivan and his father stared at each other in silence for five seconds. In the end, he was the first to end the childish mutual harm: "I mean, is there any danger for ordinary humans to get our blood?"

Arman reluctantly accepted his overtures, but he was embarrassed to find that he really couldn't answer this question because:

"I really want to find an answer for you from the inheritance memory, but Ivan, you have to know that there is no dragon in this world who would be so whimsical as to give human blood transfusion."

After the words fell, the eyes of the audience focused on Aurora.

Aurora pointed at herself embarrassingly, complex guilt flickered in her eyes:

"Still... still my fault?"

Tom next to him cleared his throat uncomfortably, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly——

It doesn't matter, as long as it is the consequences of this incident, he will get half of the responsibility.

Soon, it turned out that Ivan's concerns were not unreasonable.

The four recovered students appeared in everyone's sight again in good health, but this unexpected incident led to the suspension of the game before, and many parents who got the news from their children couldn't help but worry about their children's safety. An Wei, gradually many juniors seem to be hesitant to withdraw from the competition.

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore would naturally give them enough time to think——

He announced that the game would be extended for a week before continuing.

Then during the week, many students racked their brains to think of ways to win the competition.

By the way, I also inquired about the names of the students who still have the qualifications to participate in the competition, and made a battle plan for all the opponents in a decent way, and imagined for myself what to do when I meet such an opponent.

But it's not the qualifiers, which will continue next week, that grab everyone's attention.

It's the Black Lake at Hogwarts!

Many students have heard that there is a group of mermaids living at the bottom of the Black Lake in Hogwarts, and many Slytherin students have even said that occasionally they can see this group of merpeople when they look out in the lounge of the cellar. A green, human-like magical creature.

It's just that their sense of existence is not strong. The students are more impressed by the big octopus at the bottom of the lake than the mermaids.

After all, on a sunny afternoon in summer, when some students passed by the black lake, they could see its huge tentacles protruding from the lake, reaching to the shore like a prank, and frightened the passing students.

Until one Tuesday afternoon—

A pleasant singing sounded from the entire sky of Hogwarts. The voice should be ethereal and leisurely, but it contained a strange sense of heaviness... as if it was heard through a layer of water.

A Hufflepuff who had just walked out of the library with a thick book in his arms stopped in doubt, walked back two steps, and wanted to go to the window to look out in doubt.

The students listening to the class in the classroom heard the faint singing and looked at the people around them curiously. A girl who was taking notes seriously warned the neighbor who was taking parchment origami airplanes impatiently:

"Shut up." She thought that the other party was not enough to talk to her, and she even dared to sing in class.

Until the ghost professor Binns, who was repeating stereotypically on the podium, stopped his hypnotic voice, twisted his neck and looked back, and after a while, he seemed to remember that he was already a ghost, passing through the back room under the gaze of the students. the wall, went outside the castle—

Within a second, his head reappeared from the wall, and he said to himself:

"During my teaching career, I have never heard the mermaids sing together~"

Mermaid chorus?

Many drooling students sleeping on their stomachs were clapped up by their deskmates, sharing the rare good news.

"The mermaid at the bottom of the Black Lake is singing! Listen!"

Inside the Charms classroom.

The second-year Gryffindors and Slytherins watched Professor Flitwick explain the spells to be practiced in today's class. The moment the singing sounded, Professor Flitwick's wand flicked——

The book he had summoned landed on his head, knocking him under the chair.

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, watching the short professor climb up the chair again, stand on the table again, muttering and looking out the window:

"Why did the group of mermaids suddenly sing? Merlin's beard, this is not the season for mating."

Many students who were close to him heard the news and asked him curiously:

"Professor, what's going on?"

The black-haired Slytherin who was originally sitting in the back row turned cold when he heard the singing, he turned his head and asked the girl from the same school who was across the aisle: "Excuse me, what class does the first grade have this afternoon?"

Suddenly being approached by a boy who is usually aloof and cold, the girl blinked her eyes before realizing his question, then asked her friends around her, and turned around to tell him:

"Flying lessons..."

Before the girl could finish her sentence, she saw him standing up suddenly from his seat, looking at the direction of the podium peacefully: "Professor, I'm sorry, I suddenly feel unwell, and I want to go to the medical wing to see."

The considerate head of Ravenclaw pushed his glasses, turned his attention back from the outside, and said to him tolerantly:

"Okay, let's go quickly."

So the boy walked out of the classroom quickly. Compared with going to the medical wing, everyone felt that he was going straight to the toilet.

As he walked, he listened to the clearer singing voice echoing in the corridor, and calculated in his heart how long it would be until the end of get out of class.

The singing is still echoing, because it is too far away, no one can hear the content inside, only the tune can be heard, which is clearly amplified in Ivan's ears:

"Cute baby~ come and join our big family~ The wonderful aura you exude from your body~ has fascinated us deeply~"

"Cute baby~ Come and join our big family~ You exude a wonderful aura~ We can't help but want to snatch you~"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco whose charm suddenly crossed races: ...? ? ?

Harry: Oh, I suddenly don't envy you, Ouhuang.

George: Say what!He is now African!

Feel the lucky value of falling from heaven to hell, Draco: pawn.