[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Just when the mermaid was about to be attacked, a dark pink tentacle with a suction cup popped out from the bottom of the lake to block the mermaid's head, and a hole was smashed out by an invisible attack in the next second.

Just by looking at it, one could tell that the attack was quite powerful, the tentacles of the giant squid retracted quickly.

The black-haired Slytherin froze for a moment, his attack slowed down, and then he saw the head of a huge squid floating out of the lake, and a pair of big black eyes looked at him faintly, as if accusing him of being so cruel .

Hogwarts students can only glimpse a few tentacles most of the time, and almost no one has seen its form, and their understanding of it is only one of the magical creatures living at the bottom of the Black Lake.

But Ivan knew that this giant squid had a high IQ, but most people couldn't hear how often it spoke.

Just like at this time, the guy with the round head slowly stretched out a thick tentacle like a small tree towards the shore, and even the barbs like sharp teeth in the suction cup on it were clearly visible.

It seemed to others that the sight was horrific—

The huge squid stretched out its claws towards a student who was really slender compared to its thick tentacles, which made people subconsciously think of the pain of the sharp teeth in the sucker piercing into the skin.

The picture is terrifying.

Draco, who had never gathered at Mrs. Hodge's side, naturally noticed this scene. Seeing Ivan still standing motionless by the lake, he couldn't help raising his voice and said:

"Hey! Get out of the way!"

He didn't hear the voice of the giant squid directly affecting Ivan's mind:

【Don't fight, just get along well. 】

Apparently, it is a very responsible giant squid, here to mediate this war between magical creatures.

As a major overlord in the Black Lake of Hogwarts, it can feel the unique blood aura of Ivan, but because it is very old, even though it knows the other party's aura is strong, it just treats him as a immature cubs.

Ivan turned his head to look at the first grade who was still on the lawn in the distance.

Looking back at the soft tentacles that were about to touch the top of his head——

Before the giant squid touched him, it stopped for a moment, as if it was worried that its kindness was not obvious enough, like a person who finds that he has a lot of flesh on his stomach when he is wearing a skirt and tries to hold it in. barbs, trying to block those spines with the flesh around the sucker.

The long and thick tentacles rolled in the air for a long time, and the giant squid found that it was very difficult to control all the suckers so that no barb was exposed. It recalled the adult humans and juveniles it had seen. After thinking about the picture of the cubs getting along, he planned to touch Ivan's head with the softest tip.

Immediately afterwards, Ivan staggered his steps back a little, making his actions fail and at the same time calmly replied to it:

"I don't want to go back and wash my hair later."

Being touched by sticky tentacles on the head is really terrifying!

The giant squid seemed to have been hit hard, so it had no choice but to drop its tentacles on the grass under his feet on the bank, rolled over and patted the ground twice.

The young man looked at more and more mermaids that appeared on the lake, and saw the triumphant and provocative expressions on their faces towards him, as if they had found a backer.

From time to time, they retracted into the bottom of the water, and then swam to another place to re-emerge, laughing at him from time to time, as if showing off to the boy: Oh, come and hit me~ You can't reach~

His light blue eyes stared at the group of creatures, and the bland smile appeared on his face again, and he said softly:

"You think I won't be able to beat you if you hide in the water?"

Mermaids: That's right, you can't hit them!Not convinced to fight!

The giant squid discovered that it was the little neighbors living under the water who were influencing his mediation plan.

The dark eyes, the size of light bulbs, turned to the mermaid next to him.

Another tentacle hidden under the water popped out, entangled one of the mermaids, and when it screamed, it looked at the remaining mermaids.

Mermaids: ... dumbfounded.

Old iron!elder brother!Are we not our own people!

The mermaid leader's face changed suddenly, only half of his face was exposed above the water, and his nose was submerged in the lake water. When he spoke, his voice sounded much better than when he was directly exposed to the air.

The giant squid talked to them unhappily, and the mermaid leader chattered back.

The mermaid leader explained to the giant squid that they just fell in love with a human being, and they definitely didn't want to fight Ivan, it was Ivan who started the fight.

Giant squid: Huh?oops?Just a human?

After half a minute, it let go of its tentacles, and put the mermaid whose face turned black and green in fright back into the lake, and looked at Ivan on the shore with dark eyes.

"It's not negotiable. If it was my father standing here, they would have been wiped out by now."

Dare to covet Aurora's blood, that irascible black dragon must angrily burn them into dried fish with dragon's breath!

The giant squid is very troubled, the giant squid is extremely troubled, his head is bald in anxiety——

Ah no, it was already bald, so anxious that it squeezed out many wrinkles on its head.

It looked at the mermaid, and then at Ivan standing on the shore. After a while, it finally gave up the soft policy, and a sentence popped up in the minds of both parties:

[I don't care, you are not allowed to fight here anyway, I will beat whoever strikes first. 】

The mermaids and Ivan who were suddenly threatened by the squid boss: "..."

The Slytherin boy turned his head to look in the direction of the castle, guessing that the professors were about to come out, and by that time his skipping classes would be finished.

Turning his head back, he looked at the group of green-skinned mermaids still lingering on the lake. He spoke a little faster, but the warning in his words was not weakened by this: "Don't try to trick him—unless You can't wait to die."

The mermaids stared angrily at the boy as he walked further and further away from the shore of the lake, and finally disappeared from sight together with the child they were looking for.

Hi!Suddenly found that he could not go ashore!So angry!

The singing of the mermaids stopped, but the discussion about them was still very lively. During the dinner, all the long tables were chatting about this topic.

"I heard that many professors went to the lake in the afternoon, but even Dumbledore didn't see what was going on." A third-year Gryffindor was cutting a steak on the plate and the people next to him Said.

"Maybe he just wanted to rehearse a chorus on a whim?" The student next to him had an open mind, and answered in a joking tone, which drew laughter from the people around him.

Slytherin table.

Ivan was still sitting at the far end of the first grade, the seat closest to the teacher's seat, concentrating on his own dinner, turning a deaf ear to the discussions on the long table.

He ate at a moderate speed, with sharp knuckles holding the knife, he cut the ham on the plate neatly, and then poked a piece of it with a fork——

Just as he was about to send it to his lips, he noticed the gaze from the other side, and raised his eyes to look in that direction.

Draco lowered his head, took out a chicken leg from the large plate on the dining table, picked up the knife and pretended to pick the meat hard.

Ivan thought there was something wrong with him, but after realizing that he stopped looking over, his eyes fell on the plate in front of him again, focusing on finishing his dinner.

10 minutes later.

He put the knife and fork neatly beside him, picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, got up from the long table and left.

The moment he left his seat, Draco, who was sitting across from him, stopped eating, and his eyes fell on his back, looking at him incomparably tangled, until Ivan was about to walk out of the auditorium, he was discouraged again He slumped his shoulders, picked up the tableware again, and struggled with the big chicken legs on the plate.

"What's the matter? You're acting weird tonight." Pansy, who had been paying attention to his movements, couldn't help asking.

Draco couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the silver knife. He didn't know what to think of, and his eyes fell on the empty space opposite for a while, before returning to his senses and saying, "It's nothing."

Ever since he woke up in the medical wing, he has always dreamed about things in that world before, but the scenes that appeared were all things he had never seen before.

And these pictures are all related to Ivan.

While he was distracted, he was cutting the chicken legs on the plate, when the knife slipped suddenly and made a sound on the bottom of the plate.

This time even Blaise couldn't help turning his head to look at him, Crabbe and Goyle were desperately clearing the food on the plate, and staring at each other for the last piece of strawberry pudding on the plate, for fear that it would fall if they were a step too late opponent's hand.

Hearing the sound, Crabbe distractedly looked in Draco's direction, and when he saw the chicken thighs on his plate, he couldn't help persuading him:

"Draco, if you really don't want to eat chicken legs, you can leave it to me next time."

Draco looked down and saw a messy plate of meat, he put down the cutlery without appetite, picked up the pumpkin juice next to him and drank it down.

"I'm done eating, you continue." He also left the Slytherin long table, leaving his friends at the long table to look at each other.

Crabbe looked at the wasted chicken legs distressedly, and said with emotion: "He doesn't seem to have a good appetite these two days."

Gore finally cleaned up the food on the plate, wiped his mouth, took advantage of Crabbe's inattention, and reached out to take the last cup of strawberry pudding to his side. Only then did he have time to comfort him and said:

"It's okay, we can go to the kitchen to bring him a supper at night."

"Hmm... um? That piece of pudding is mine!" Crabbe turned his head and was about to echo his words, when he saw the extra dessert on the side of his plate with sharp eyes, and angrily declared his ownership.

Gore quickly dug a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth. The old hen wrapped her arms around the pudding cup like a calf, and said while eating, "Whoever eats first will get it!"

Pan Xi couldn't bear to look directly at her face, and said bitterly, "Can you two take your attention away from the food for a second!"

Daphne patted her arm with a smile, and persuaded in a low voice: "Oh, honey, that's something that can't happen to them."

She also looked at the seat before Draco, tilted her head, and realized that she hadn't been able to understand the little master's brain circuit very well recently, so she gave up thinking about this matter.

Nine forty at night.

Ivan sat on the sofa by the small window of the dormitory, with a copy of "Intermediate Potion Making" spread out on his knees. After turning up the lights in the room with a magic wand, he leaned on the back of the sofa to read a book leisurely.

While turning the pages of the book, there was the sound of the room door being opened.

After closing the door, the first-year Slytherin took off his robe as he walked into the room, and hung it on the coat rack next to the bed curtain, subconsciously looking at the figure by the window.

"What do you want to say?" Ivan said without raising his eyes, calmly waiting for the other party to explain.

Draco froze for a moment when he hung up his clothes, his slightly pale face was a little reddish due to the sudden drop in temperature in the castle at night, and the dry warmth of the fireplace flames in the room obviously couldn't improve his state helping effect.

Those strange pictures flashed through his mind, and after a few seconds of silence, he replied:

"No... nothing."

This time, Ivan's attention was diverted from the book, and his light blue eyes showed a kind of magical gentleness under the warm light in the room, and they fell on the delicate face of the light-blond boy.

Looking at the eyes without any emotion made the temperature contained in it return to zero again, until Draco saw that he was a bit cramped, thinking that he was going to say something to expose his lame answer, Ivan's eyes fell back to on the book in his hand.

It was as if he had just glanced at him casually.

Draco got even more tangled up, and when he went to the bathroom with his bathrobe in his arms, he messed up his meticulously groomed hair. If it weren't for the weird pictures he saw, he wouldn't be so troubled Long!

But rather than eliminating troubles with a quick knife, he felt that if he directly mentioned this problem, his formidable roommate would silence him!

Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, he sighed heavily, rubbed his face, looked at the young man in the mirror who was carrying a burden that he shouldn't have at this age, and seemed to have done something after a while Important decision, he looked into his eyes and whispered:

"Okay, if I dream about those damn weird sleep-affecting episodes again tonight, I'll leave the damn troubles to him tomorrow!"

The temporary decision allowed him to exclude himself from his troubles for a short time, and enjoyed the process of taking a bath seriously like never before. He felt the soft power of the warm running water sliding over his skin, which seemed to soothe his soul. The whole person slowly relaxed.

After taking a shower, the boy walked out of the bathroom wiping his hair. The pale golden hair was no longer neatly brushed back, and the damp hair fell on his forehead, which made him feel less pretentious. A lot, adding a bit of youthful liveliness and vigor.

Ivan, who was sitting on the sofa, picked up the wand next to his hand, waved it in mid-air, and saw the time displayed by a row of fluorescent Arabic numerals.

Ten past ten.

He closed the book, stood up from the sofa, walked to his bed, put the book on the bedside table, picked up the clean clothes that had been washed neatly by the house elf, and went to the bathroom direction.

At that time Draco was still brushing his hair, seeing Ivan walking in this direction, he seemed to sense the inexplicable momentum on his body, and silently moved two steps to the side.

There was an eerie silence between the two until they both went to bed.

The ball of light hanging upside down from the ceiling slowly dimmed, and even the flame in the fireplace was extinguished, leaving only the burning red branches to keep the residual heat, and the room gradually fell into darkness.

Fifteen minutes after Draco closed his eyes, he found in despair that he couldn't sleep!

As long as he closes his eyes, those images that he tried hard to block will appear in his mind very clearly, showing a sense of existence in his brain.

He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling in the darkness, and sighed slowly.Then he turned over, hugged his quilt tightly with hands and feet, and rubbed his light golden head on the quilt, feeling that he might be the most pitiful person in the world right now.

It is always difficult to maintain one position for a long time when suffering from insomnia, so he rolled two more times - the pillow is still so soft, the height is just right, the fabric of the quilt is also very comfortable, and even the temperature in the room is very suitable for falling asleep.

So here comes the problem!Why is he!return!without!sleep!Go!

Just when he couldn't help but want to sigh for the second time, the cold voice of his roommate suddenly sounded in the room: "Draco."

Halfway through turning over, Draco kept hesitating between 'Should I turn over or over?', and finally returned to the supine position like a salted fish, and answered him: "Huh?"

What are you calling Master Ben to do in the middle of the night?

Ivan's hearing has always been very good. If there are only regular breathing sounds next to him when he is sleeping, then he can still bear it. The same heavy sigh sounded directly in his ears, then he really couldn't sleep.

"If you want to quit the game, you can tell me directly."

After thinking about it, he found that the biggest trouble for this young master was the dangerous qualifiers that were still going on.

After the words came out, there was no movement on the opposite bed for a long time. He thought he was right, and was about to ease his tone and relieve the psychological pressure of his roommates wanting to retire, when Draco said:

"...I didn't think about it."

In fact, Draco himself was also confused!

After Ivan threw out that inexplicable sentence, he was horrified to find that it was himself who was even more inexplicable!Life is precious, how could he never think about retiring after such a dangerous thing happened!

It's just here to entangle the secret of Boss Ivan!This is scary!

Ivan was a little surprised. After a while, he sat up from the bed, reached out and took the wand from the bedside table next to him, made a countdown number in mid-air, lightly raised his wrist, and said to the other side while starting the timer:

"You have half a minute to think, or you can tell me why you bothered me in the middle of the night, or I will throw you out."

Draco: ...Why didn't I realize that this is a multiple-choice question!

He could also see the numbers beating in the air, and countless questions flashed through his mind, which made him wonder what he should ask in a short time.

The number has already jumped to less than ten, Ivan leaned on the head of the bed with his arms folded, his gaze fell through the darkness, and precisely fell on the face of the person on the big bed opposite, even if there was no light at this time, Draco could clearly feel his A warning means a strong line of sight.

Nine, eight, seven... three... two...

Seeing the number jump from two to one, Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out a question without thinking:

"You're a dragon, aren't you?"

After he realized what he said, a lot of annoyance flashed in his eyes, how could he ask such a guess!In fact, I should say something irrelevant to blur this matter!

Take jujube pills now!

There was a strange silence in the room again, which made Draco even more uneasy, for fear that Boss Ivan would summon a hurricane without saying a word and blow him out of the castle from the Slytherin cellar——

He cleared his throat, trying to say something to break the dead silence.

"I, my father told me before that I got dragon's blood, which is the kind that can make me live longer."

"But I've been dreaming recently. I dreamed about what happened in that world when we were in a coma. Those scenes were so real that I almost couldn't figure out whether I was awake or in a coma."

"I saw you fighting with your sister, she turned into a black dragon..."

He could even vaguely feel that the drop of dragon's blood that fell on him inexplicably was actually what Ivan wanted.

Draco tried to restore the scene to be more realistic, but because his brain was like a paste at this time, he still couldn't finish all the things well in the end.

After he calmed down, he found that Ivan still didn't speak!

The quiet atmosphere seemed to put shackles on him, making him feel heavier and heavier.

He started looking for topics without a clue, for fear that the other party would become angry because he revealed the truth——

"Actually, I'm just dreaming, right? Maybe it's because I drank a cup of black tea in the common room before and it affected my sleep..."

After saying such a lame reason, his little face couldn't help but blush, and he began to rejoice that it was in the dark, and the other party couldn't see it at all.

After a while, he still didn't hear Ivan's answer, and he couldn't help feeling a little restless in his heart, so he couldn't help but remind him:

"Tell me something, say what I saw was fake, or admit it - anyway, I never told anyone, even my dad didn't know about it!"

Hearing his last words, Ivan chuckled lightly.

For a young master like Draco who was spoiled and always talked about his father, it really surprised him that he hadn't told this to the person he admired the most.

Through today's events, he can clearly feel that these mermaid-like magical creatures can pose a considerable threat to Draco today.

And it is impossible for him to follow Draco like a nanny, the only way is to let him know the truth, become as strong as possible, and avoid these dangers.

"To be precise, I only have the blood of the dragon clan." To Draco's surprise, Ivan readily admitted what he had seen.

it is true!

He is a dragon!

God!dad!I see a dragon!

No wonder he is so awesome!Because he is a dragon!

After a few seconds of silence, Draco sat up suddenly from the bed.

In his brain, he recalled the appearance of the mighty black dragon he had seen, and selectively forgot the fact that Boss Ivan was able to beat him away, leaving only the various dragons he had seen in his mind Carefully using the tone of envy and admiration, he asked again: "Then, can I take a look at what you look like after you become a dragon?"

I'll just take a look!I promise not to touch it!

His frenzied eyes fell on the opposite bed, as if he could get up from his side in the next second, and fly over there to let Boss Ivan change himself to test his authenticity.

Ivan: "..." Why does this plot development feel wrong?

So he was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly replied: "In the future."

If he can successfully transform into a dragon, it might be okay to let him take a look.

Ah ah ah! !

He hugged a dragon's thigh!He competes with a dragon!

Draco suddenly felt that he was full of confidence, and mere humans like Potter and Weasley were all weak!snort!I am the one who teamed up with a dragon!

As if through the air, he could feel the 'I want to show off!Tell the world! ' breath, Ivan added a sentence to him unhurriedly:

"By the way, if you tell other people about this, I'll throw you as a daughter-in-law to those mermaids today—you probably don't know, they are here for you."

The embarrassing breath on Draco's body froze for a moment, and he asked blankly: "...??? What does it have to do with me?"

"It has nothing to do with you, it has something to do with the dragon blood on your body - in the eyes of these low-level magical creatures, you should be like a big walking cake."

The light-blond Slytherin had nothing to say.

After a long time, he quietly asked: "Give it back to you now, is it too late?"

Ivan laughed again. The moment he heard his chuckle, Draco fell back on the bed in despair, feeling as if he had performed a hundred Ronsky feints in the air, and his mood fluctuated.

The mentality has completely collapsed.

At this moment, Big Boss Ivan made a concluding speech for tonight's short night chat:

"Sleep, even if you suffer from insomnia until dawn, tomorrow will not be better."

Draco: "..."

boss!Would you please comfort me?My life is so tortuous!What's wrong with me!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco with a difficult life: ...has become numb to life.

Ivan: ...It's okay, it could be worse.

Draco: It's a fake dragon!I'm going to call the police!Hello?dad!dad!I want to go home!