[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Because of the climate, although Hogwarts has a good view, it is rare to see blue sky in a year.The temperature in October has gradually dropped, and with the overcast sky and occasional wind blowing outside, more students refused to go out of the castle, except for one sport - Quidditch.

Mrs. Hodge's class attendance is very high due to the enthusiasm of the students in the flying lessons.

From time to time, there were loud and clear whistles on the grass, and there were many students riding brooms practicing various flying movements in mid-air, and occasionally they could hear cheers for others.

A small group of Gryffindors and Slytherins riding brooms gathered on the edge of the Black Lake. A brown-haired girl who was slightly lower than them raised the handle of the broom slightly unskillfully, and some shook the broom go up—

"Don't do this, Harry, what if you fall into the Black Lake? And if Mrs. Hodge catches you making such a dangerous attempt, we will lose points."

Hearing what he said, Neville in the crowd looked in her direction, noticed that her movements were erratic, she dropped from the top, and reached out to help her stabilize the broom. After Hermione quickly thanked her, she looked helplessly. Looking at Harry and Ron who were facing Malfoy and the others over there.

Neville shook his head, patted her on the shoulder, and looked in Harry's direction with round eyes, "It's useless, Malfoy provoked it first."

Hearing what Hermione said, the leisurely light-blond Slytherin on the broom tilted his head, raised his chin at Harry, and motioned him to look back, showing a full Malfoy look on his small face. Smiling sarcastic face:

"Potter, if I were you, I'd take her advice, lest I crawl up from the bottom of the lake like a poor slug later."

Just now, he laughed at Weasley's poor broomstick flying skills, forced to follow his scumbag skills and stabbed his family situation backhand:

"Your family is a poor broom that has been passed down for three generations, so that you have developed such a 'powerful' flying technique?"

Ron was so angry that he wanted to draw out his wand on the broom to teach him a lesson. Harry skillfully landed next to him, pushed his glasses calmly, and looked at the Slytherin who was always looking for trouble: "In other words, your family is It took three generations of wealth to cultivate you into the current technology?"

Then the situation became like this-

He made a bet with Potter to see who had the better Ronsky feint, and the loser consciously hung a magic badge on his chest, with the content saying 'I am the defeated under Potter/Malfoy', and the badge was worn for a week.

The competition method is to dive down 50 meters above the Black Lake, suddenly raise the handle of the broom when it is close to the water surface, and hover quickly. Whoever rises later will win.

This is a very difficult technical move in broom flying, and it is a skillful move of a world-class Quidditch team player. It requires precise control of the broom, otherwise the end will be like jumping off a building...

There is only one sound left in life, 'Boom! '

Skill and guts go hand in hand.

If the two of them rushed too far, they might be able to ride a broom straight into the black lake and face the giant squid.

Harry also gave him a friendly smirk, imitating his tone and saying back: "You don't need to be me, you can just accept Hermione's suggestion and admit defeat, I can consider letting you only wear the badge for three days, how come Sample?"

Draco's face turned cold, and he snorted and said, "Let's start quickly, I'm already looking forward to your drowned image."

Although Pansy, who was on the sidelines, was very confident in his ability, he knew that Harry's father was a famous Seeker, so he couldn't help asking Blaise next to him:

"You feel--"

Before she could get her question out of her mouth, she heard singing faintly from across the lake.

She suddenly turned her head to look over there, the short black hair behind her ears fell in front of her eyes because of this violent movement, and a streak fell in her line of sight, but she didn't care, she just asked in a low voice in surprise :

"What's that sound?"

Then she quickly recognized that the voice came from the bottom of the Black Lake, and the legend about the Hogwarts Black Lake instantly appeared in her mind:

According to legend, there lived a group of mermaids, and their singing voices under the water were particularly beautiful.

But very few people have heard their singing, even many wizards who have graduated from Hogwarts for many years can guarantee that they have never heard this legendary singing during the seven years of studying at Hogwarts.

The sound is getting louder and louder. The obviously beautiful music is paired with the gloomy sky above Hogwarts at this time, which seems to be raining at any time. Not only is there no romance at all, but it also renders a strange horror.

Draco naturally heard it too. He hesitated to glance at the endless calm lake, and then at Harry and Ron on the opposite side.

The ginger-haired first grade couldn't wait to show a mocking smile, raised his head and replied:

"What? Malfoy, are you afraid again?"

There was actually a hint of hesitation in Harry's emerald green eyes, especially when Hermione's voice came from behind again:

"Don't go there! Harry! This is too strange. I have never seen such a thing in the history of Hogwarts. There may be danger at the bottom of the lake!"

Ron turned his head and looked a little displeased with Hermione's repeated lowering of his own morale. He asked directly, "What's the danger? Was it caught by a mermaid and eaten in a lake?"

Even though he said that, he still pulled Harry's sleeve quietly, and said in a low voice: "Be careful."

Harry's broom had been firmly in mid-air for a long time, "I will."

He glanced at Draco next to him, and said, "Let's begin..."

At this moment, a strange gust of wind suddenly blew from the other side of the black lake, and the lake water was stirred up a layer of ripples. The closer it was, the more powerful it became, as if it was about to expel waves, and it violently threw this group of people from the sky— —

The sudden and violent wind caught everyone by surprise, and the students with the worst broom flying skills were horrified to find themselves swinging from side to side in mid-air, as if they would be thrown off in the next second.

Although Draco and Harry clenched the body of the broom reflexively, they were completely unable to react to the terrifying strong wind, and the wind seemed to be slapping a hand on the face, and he was passively walking towards the grass with the broom When he flew out, for some reason, he was thinking of the scene of his opponents being slapped on the wall by this evil wind in the previous match.

Contrary to his expectations, he thought he would slam into the lawn, covering his brand-new wizard robe with dirty and thick mud, but in the end he stopped suddenly in mid-air, and then slowly landed on the ground. on the ground.

The other Gryffindors and Slytherins who received the same treatment as him looked at each other in bewilderment, and many of them hadn't even reacted in their brains, and stared stupidly at the opponent academy next to him for a long time before suddenly responding Come over here, this is not a friendly army!

The moment their bewildered brains started to spin again, a man with one hand in his pocket walked slowly from the castle in the distance——Because of the competition and accident, Ivan's face is now very recognizable , there were a few Slytherins who thought suspiciously:

Hey, isn't there a class for the second grade now?

After landing on the ground, Draco looked around his body first, and made sure that the hem of the wizard robe was not even stained with a wet blade of grass, and then turned his head to look around for the situation:

When he saw Ivan, he was 100% sure that the other party must have used some strange spell again!

How can we not distinguish between the enemy and us!

It's enough to scrape Gryffindor down!

elder brother!Are we not our own people!

He was about to step forward angrily to reason with him, but suddenly his steps stopped suddenly, and he remembered some strange images, and it was precisely this hesitation that suddenly appeared on his delicate and cute little face. A bit tangled—missed Ivan's gaze.

The black-haired Slytherin walked slowly, not quite understanding the complexity on the other's face, but soon continued walking towards the lake.

It was almost the end of get out of class, and Mrs. Hodge blew the whistle to let the children who were still flying themselves in the sky come down to gather.

The energetic flying professor naturally also heard the strange sounds from the other side of the lake. It was because she was worried about the students that she decided to gather in advance.

Draco hesitated for a moment, looked back at the students going that way, and said to Pansy who surrounded him and Blaise who cast a questioning look: "You guys go first."

Hearing the whistle, Harry tugged at Ron's sleeve, and looked in Ivan's direction again. When his gaze swept over, he smiled at Ivan out of the relationship of sharing weal and woe before.

Ron: "...tell me I'm dazed, you're smiling at a Slytherin, or your opponent if I remember correctly?"

Don't tell me in a second that you follow 'friendship first, competition second'!

Ivan nodded to him invisibly as a return gift.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the broom, and said to his friend, "He saved us, I know."

So Ron held back the long speech that he wanted to say in an instant, and even puffed up his face. After a while, he blinked his eyes, slowly let go of his anger, and replied, "Okay."

By the Black Lake.

Looking back at the Hogwarts castle from here, with a magnifying glass, you may be able to see the office environment where the professors work. Ivan glanced sideways at a few obvious figures passing by in the corridor. The preference of the color of the robe can determine the identity of the professor who is rushing here.

He turned around, listening to the singing at the bottom of the lake that became a little quieter as he approached.

I really underestimated them, Ivan looked at the mountains and rivers in the distance, and a thought crossed his mind:

I didn't expect these magical creatures to be so sharp.

But this has nothing to do with him.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and there was not much emotion in his light blue eyes, like a traveler temporarily stopping by the lake, but the long incantation on his lips and the changing air current between the sky and the earth are showing:

He is no harmless traveler!

There was a sudden pause in the singing under the black lake, and then he saw a head popping up on the lake in the distance, the mermaid with green skin and sharp teeth bared her teeth fiercely at him, and then compared the mermaid in her hand to him. Harpoon, the opening warned him in a voice that was so sharp it was almost a single scream:

Don't mind your own business!

As a result, a smile gradually appeared on the face of the black-haired boy.

The blue in the eyes is like the sky on a sunny day, and seemingly soft emotions flow in it.

He whispered a word, and the wind carried his voice far:

"roll."

The things in my house can also be touched by low-level creatures like you?

The moment his voice fell, the mermaid heard a loud noise above her head——

The author has something to say: I thought that Riwan had just arrived at 11:30 tonight.

But suddenly gastroenteritis, sitting in front of the computer seems to die, here to apologize to everyone: QAQ I'm sorry today's chapter is very thin!terribly sorry!Can I find a chance to make it up for you in two days?_(:з」∠)_

I believe you will forgive me!Ah... I feel like I'm going to die, I'm going to lie down on the bed first, I'm sorry everyone QAQ

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