[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Saturday.

The qualifiers began again, leaving one hundred and three students.

When handing over the wand, taking over the uniform wizard robe, and seeing the little bean sprouts on the shoulder again, George couldn't help reaching out and touching it, and secretly said to Harry next to him:

"For my game experience, once we see that Slytherin this time, we run."

All for the finalists!

Who wants to fight to the death with a guy who is as hot as a dick!

Harry looked up at him, reached out and pushed the glasses on his face, and easily saw Draco among the students around him, his light golden head was really conspicuous——

Sure enough, he found the black-haired figure next to him.

Thinking of the feeling of being blown head-on by the evil wind by the lake a few days ago, he pursed his lips, looked at George seriously with his emerald green eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at the extra parent seat in the auditorium, Zhan Tom and Lily waved to him, smiled and mouthed cheers.

He subconsciously returned the same smile to them, and at the same time replied: "No."

On Tuesday afternoon, he felt that no matter how powerful a broom was, he couldn't compare to this Slytherin who seemed to be able to control the wind!

But his parents were watching on the scene, he couldn't just run away from the opponent without even thinking about challenging.

Just as George was about to speak, Fred, who had gathered near the two of them, tried to hook him up shoulder to shoulder. As soon as he raised his hand, he gave him a vigilant look. Fred put down his hand resentfully, his face A smile appears:

"Hey, brother, we are all one family, are you still afraid that I will do something to you?"

George slanted at him, imitating a smirk similar to his, and said with a smile: "When I was passing by the common room yesterday, I heard someone tell Ron that if it's a family, the competition How about mercilessly attacking Li when we meet each other?"

A shocked expression appeared on Fred's face, which was almost the same as George's, and he said accusingly: "Who on earth said such insane things! Mom is still watching from the auditorium today, George, you can't be so disrespectful." Think of brotherhood."

George patted his shoulder without the bean sprouts without a smile on his face: "...you should show some face, Fred."

Seeing that the two of them started a new round of mutual confrontation mode, Ron smiled at Harry without any surprise, glanced at the direction he was looking at before, and spoke with a bit of excitement when he spoke again : "...Are you watching Malfoy's team? Are you going to play against them after entering the game?"

Harry replied sincerely: "If possible, I don't want to meet Arman in the game-if Malfoy is alone, that's okay."

Ron touched his chin, reached out to give him a high-five in approval, and said with satisfaction: "Then it's such a happy decision! Get rid of Malfoy!"

The location of the auditorium.

Mira and Arman were sitting in the back row. The man wore gloves and a scarf, looking much colder than the other adult wizards present.

When seeing them appear, Ivan cast puzzled eyes on them, and asked his mother with puzzled eyes: Why is he here too?

Mira showed him a warm smile, stretched out her hand and gave him a cheering gesture, signaling him not to worry, and to play well.

The black-haired Slytherin raised his eyebrows, and looked around where the professors were. He didn't feel relieved until Tom and Aurora nodded slightly to him.

At this moment, his excellent hearing captured the conversation between Harry and Ron, the lips subconsciously hooked an arc, and the slightly curved lips remained for several seconds, and Draco, who had been beside him, subconsciously tensed up stand up:

"what happened?"

Why are you laughing like this all of a sudden? It's weird.

It's no wonder that Draco felt so bad about his smile. After getting used to his roommate's cold expression most of the time, and the sneer he only showed when he saw enemies, Draco saw his smile Just stand up.

He even turned his head reflexively and looked around for someone who could make him smile like this.

The smile on Ivan's face gradually faded away, only a few traces remained in his eyes, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he met Draco's silver-gray eyes, and said leisurely:

"Someone is going to target you."

In that leisurely tone, there was a faint sense of watching a good show.

Draco thought he heard it wrong, and was about to find some marks on his chiseled face, when he added slowly and insincerely:

"come on."

Draco's head was full of black lines, and he asked him in an unbelievable tone: "...What do you mean by coming on?" Aren't we in the first team? ? ?

Ivan glanced at the remaining students on the field, most of whom were above the fourth grade, accounting for almost two-thirds—he noticed that many of them used their wands immediately after they were put away. Staff magic, used an invisibility spell on the bean sprouts on the shoulder.

This scene looked very much like non-competitors mixed into the players' teams.

Draco was still waiting for his answer.

Ivan estimated the strength of these seniors, then looked down at his teammates whose combat strength was almost zero, trying to find some advantage from him——

After a while, he seriously completed what he said before: "Come on, find more useful props."

Lucky value should be the biggest shining point of Draco, he thought so.

Originally, he wanted to act separately and kick out the still huge number of opponents as soon as possible, and by the way, let Draco exercise his strength.

But at the moment when he discovered his shining point - Ivan changed his mind.

Being able to be the team's mascot is also a skill.

Draco looked at him angrily, angry at his three-year-old attitude—

I'm so angry!

But you are a dragon!

Of course I choose to forgive you!

This time the positions of all the contestants were disrupted, and Ivan and Draco found that the place they were taken by the house elves was the Forbidden Forest.

In the auditorium, Narcissa, who was sitting next to Lucius, couldn't help but frowned, and looked at her husband worriedly, thinking that it's no wonder that Hogwarts lost her son before, why even the Forbidden Forest Can join the game field!

How dangerous it is!

When Narcissa turned his head, the heart that had been in his stomach rose to his throat again. He suddenly turned his head to look at Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the teacher's bench, but this time he was cut off. His eyes were on Tom and Aurora—

The deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation was boredly lowering his head to write and draw on the parchment, as if her brother hadn't entered the Forbidden Forest, but the lawn where the students strolled in the afternoon.

Even Tom was reading a little book the size of a palm with his head down, indifferent to the game.

Lucius couldn't help guessing: ...Could it be that Miss Alman secretly stuffed some customs clearance treasures for his brother?

So he forcibly suppressed his anger, still sat firmly on his seat, lowered his head to straighten out the non-existing folds on his collar, patted Narcissa's hand again, and continued to look at the screen in front of the auditorium.

The dignified lady had no choice but to suppress her worries and turn her gaze back to the screen.

Inside the Forbidden Forest.

The tall trees blocked the light in the sky, and the ground was muddy, with many fallen leaves layered on top of each other. The bottom ones were still withered and decayed, and the shoes made a crackling sound after stepping on them.

Except for the sound of leaves and broken branches when walking, the forest was eerily quiet, as if even the sound of breathing was infinitely amplified in his ears, Draco couldn't help but walked closer to Ivan.

He raised his head slightly, his eyes wandered around in the high woods, and landed on Draco again, then he raised his hand slightly, half-covering the bean sprouts on his shoulder briskly, shaking his eyes in response to his doubts. Before coming out, he put an invisibility spell on his little Miaomiao.

"You...can do magic without a wand?" Draco had already accepted the setting that he was omnipotent. Seeing this scene, he just looked at him with eyes mixed with admiration and envy.

Can this racial advantage be so strong that the current Ivan can master the magic spell that is at least a fifth grader?

Ivan knew what he was thinking.

He replied lightly: "Just practice one spell a week, and anyone can learn it."

Because Ivan's previous performance was too good, this time in the Hogwarts auditorium, many students chose to pay attention to their group - and because the Ministry of Magic has improved technology for an extra week, it is now possible to vote on the spot according to the students. As a result, select a picture for volume enhancement.

Ivan's words of a top student resounded throughout the Hogwarts hall.

Countless examinees who have been tortured for a long time by transforming into Animagus and Apparating looked at the screen with blood on their faces: a week is not enough!boss!Not even for a month!

Crazy, this Slytherin is really crazy.

The entire seating area of ​​Slytherin was instantly greeted with the death stares of the other three colleges. Looking at the appearance of these students, it seemed that they regretted not signing up for the competition——

Otherwise, they could join forces and teach this second-year Slytherin to be a man!

Ivan and Draco's group paid more attention, and the screen was even enlarged because of the students' request-everyone couldn't wait to see how they were slapped in the face and eliminated.

Ivan, who was walking in the Forbidden Forest, did not expect that his casual sentence would bring up the hatred value of the entire Hogwarts. He walked on the road with his left hand in his pocket, seemingly looking for a direction aimlessly and going straight. It is to look at the lines of the air to find the meeting point of the wind in the Forbidden Forest.

If the wind elves are summoned there, they should soon be able to know the number of opponents within the forbidden forest.

He had just taken two steps forward when he stopped.

Under a tree in the distance, a second-year Hufflepuff is looking up at a box hanging from the tree, with a purple ribbon looming from it.

Obviously, everyone knows that this is a game that needs to find props and surprises during the game.

He hugged the big tree in front of him, which couldn't be hugged by anyone, and shook it vigorously, trying to shake the box down with his breastfeeding strength—obviously, the big tree stood firmly on the spot, indifferent and indifferent.

Hufflepuff lowered his head and took off his shoes, trying to climb up, but the branch of the tree closest to him was at least two meters away, and there was no point of support below that.

This makes him worry, he can't wait to pick up dead branches on the ground and use them as a magic wand to cast a flying spell.

He thought bitterly: Another... found another blind spot in knowledge?

No, I still have to think harder, although he is not as knowledgeable as the Ravenclaws, but as long as he works hard, he can always find a way!

Whether he has figured out a way or not, the students on the screen don't know.

Because the next scene made all the Hufflepuffs cover their faces with their hands, feeling crazily distressed about the students of their own college:

The black-haired Slytherin in the distance raised his left hand, curled his index finger in his direction, and the box that had troubled the second-year Hufflepuff for a long time flew obediently from the tree to their direction, lying on the ground. into Ivan's palm.

Hufflepuff, who had just taken off a shoe under a tree in the distance, felt the strange wind, and raised his head in bewilderment: "..."

What is the situation?

Isn't this the super powerful Slytherin second year?

How could he still silently fly curses? !

Ivan lowered his eyes lightly, looking at the thing that he had easily summoned because of his enhanced control over the wind, with a slight movement between his fingers, the slender box twirled in the palm of his hand, and he handed it to Draco next to him, Signal him to open it.

Then, he quietly looked at Hufflepuff's second year in the distance, gently opened and closed his light-colored lips, and silently recited a spell.

There was a thin 'click', the sound of something falling on the ground.

The poor little bean sprout that should have been hidden on his shoulder after he found the wand was cut in half, and a piece of blue fell to his feet.

Then came the apparition of the house-elves.

The second-year Hufflepuff sat in the auditorium, shaking his head and muttering to himself, "How did I lose?"

Students around: "We also want to know!"

Aren't you still some distance away!Could it be that the second-year Slytherin's so powerful offensive magic can also be wandless!

Such an invincible boss!There is no need to play!

"Forget it, I was eliminated too early, let's work harder next time." The Hufflepuff fourth grader who was originally in his group sat next to him, patted his shoulder comfortingly, and said a word of encouragement .

He raised his head and looked at him bitterly, then turned his head to look at Ivan who was supposed to be standing opposite him, who was already across the screen at this moment, and said quite speechlessly:

"I just want to know, how did he... make me lose from such a long distance?"

"Uh, ask after the game? But he's a Slytherin, maybe it's some kind of dark magic." The fourth-year Hufflepuff scratched his head and left a suggestion for the younger generation.

Draco, who was still in the Forbidden Forest, confirmed that he couldn't see any opponents in his sight range, and then looked at the box in his hand. After confirming that it was very ordinary, he picked it up and shook it, as if it was empty.

After he relaxed a little and opened it——

The box was exactly as he expected, except for an empty note, there was nothing.

He picked up the note and turned it over to see if there was anything. After the note was turned over, two lights hit the bean sprouts on their shoulders:

[Hee hee, seeing this sentence means that you have found a new round of secrets in this game, and your location has been marked as the core area, and everyone who finds the box will have to meet you, do it Ready to fight? 】

Draco: "..." Honestly, no.

Of course, Ivan next to him also saw the above news. When the light flew towards him before, he wanted to avoid it reflexively. After all, he was miserable by these strange lights before.However, when he thought that this was the setting of the game itself, he abruptly stopped this urge.

He was looking up and down Draco with that weird look right now—

After a while, he said leisurely: "Luck is very good."

It also saves him the effort of looking for props all over the world, and someone brings things to the door directly. As long as he defeats a few seniors, he can develop in a wave.

This plan is very good and fat.

Only Draco's head was full of question marks.

...I think there might be some misunderstanding about our definition of 'good luck'? ? ?

3 minutes later.

Draco picked up the fifth wand that fell on the ground with a numb expression, and smiled apologetically at the fifth-year Slytherin senior who was sent away in front of him.

Not far away lay a Nimbus 1500, a Silver Arrow, and a Comet 260 lying on the ground, all of which were Ivan's trophies.

Seeing so many things sent by his opponents, Draco suddenly felt that he was not actually here to participate in the wizarding competition, but to receive the courier.

Ivan picked and picked among the wands, and felt that none of them were easy to use. He raised his chin at the brooms over there, and asked him, "Which one is easy to use?"

Draco looked at it for a long time, the consequence of his teammates being too strong was that he quickly evolved from a state of no props to an extremely picky mode at the beginning, and said somewhat dissatisfied:

"My father invested in the products of Nimbus, but the latest one is Nimbus 2001, but there is only version 1500 here."

The implication is, how about we see if there is a better one?

Ivan shrugged indifferently, and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest with one hand in his pocket.

He now insists that Draco is the mascot of the team - because none of the teams who came up to send them up received heaven-defying props.

A gun like the one George picked up earlier is hard to deal with.

Almost one shot can settle the situation, it can be said that the elimination rate of the opponent is almost 100%.

This made him never underestimate any opponent, and even gave instructions to the few wind elves around him, telling him as soon as he saw someone approaching, he had to try to get rid of the opponent in the shortest possible time— - Refuse to give opponents any reaction time to use props!

Inside the Hogwarts Great Hall.

Except for Slytherin, the students of the other three colleges sighed heavily from time to time, changing from the original expectation that Ivan would be slapped in the face to another mentality:

Just don't run into them.

But quickly!The hope in the eyes of the Hufflepuff students is shining again!

Their garden grass, Cedric Diggory, who was fighting alone, found another prop after finding the wand at the beginning!

It's that gun!

The gun that has three chances to knock out your opponent!

Wand plus the best props!This is the European Emperor standing at the top of Hogwarts!

Many first-year and second-year Slytherins with an optimistic attitude gradually turned serious, knowing that if the two remaining junior groups on their side met Cedric, it would be a huge challenge.

The Slytherins and Hufflepuffs looked at each other, and there was a silent spark in the air.Both sides have tacitly accepted that the other is a strong opponent, and they seem to have anticipated the scene where they will meet sooner or later.

Especially now that Ivan and Draco have dealt with their opponents in the Forbidden Forest and are approaching the castle.

There are only [-] students left on the field, and the number of screens in the auditorium has changed from neat and dense at the beginning to only a few dozen left, which shows the speed of elimination.

Edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Ivan looked at his teammates next to him blankly. The light-blond haired Slytherin was picking the most convenient one among several wands, but he finally found one that could perform a precise and standard levitation spell on fallen leaves.

"That's it!" Draco's face was a little excited, and he finally found a convenient wand for himself.

Ivan asked him a question calmly: "How many spells do you know?"

Draco asked "Huh?" in a daze, then seriously recalled it, and said uncertainly: "More than ten?"

Fortunately, it's not just a floating spell.

Ivan thought for a while, and said, "Prepare the most difficult one, and forget about the others."

Draco understood instantly.

In terms of destructive power, the most difficult wand is the most effective.

Hogwarts audience: ...like a weird switch was flipped on using wands?

While the two of them were discussing the wand, the black-haired Slytherin suddenly turned cold, and gave a 'tsk' unhappily. He looked back in the direction of the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and said to the people next to him:

"Come on."

Although Draco didn't know what he had found, he understood the expression very well, and immediately stepped forward to keep up with his pace, and while running towards the castle, he asked him: "There are others behind ?”

"No." Ivan answered him briefly.

It wasn't until he got near the greenhouse that he answered Draco's doubts: "It's a centaur in the Forbidden Forest."

what?

Draco thought of the appearance of those guys, and remembered the legend about them in Hogwarts. For a while, he didn't understand how the group of magical creatures made Ivan show such an expression.

"We were only at the edge of the Forbidden Forest before, and it stands to reason that we would encounter them when we went deeper—" Ivan observed the surrounding environment while walking, and spoke his own analysis lightly.

Draco nodded, ready to listen to his next point.

"However, I can't bear the smell of some people..." Ivan glanced at him casually, and answered in a flat tone.

Draco: ... Blame me? ? ?

Mom!Why are you so irritating when you speak in one go!

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Heartthrob Draco: Whoever wants this title will take it!I'm furious!Explosive gas!

Ivan: Don't be mad.

Draco: What?You want to coax me?

Ivan: If you get angry again, you will become ugly.

Draco: ...

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