[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

At the moment when the two of them were about to walk to the castle, Ivan looked at the window next to the first floor of the castle. The wind elves felt his call and surrounded him, as if they could sense the current atmosphere, whispering Midi breathed in his ear, stretched out her little finger and pointed to the direction Ivan was looking at, and motioned him: Do you want me to go and have a look?

Ivan tilted his head slightly, and after avoiding the breeze blowing by his ears, he didn't rush to give instructions, and even turned his gaze back, without stopping, and continued to walk towards the steps at the gate of the castle.

Two people.

Is it two seniors working together, or a group of one junior and one senior?

He strolled in the courtyard, as if he didn't notice their existence, and continued to walk forward. Instead, Draco asked first: "There are more students in the castle. Will we be ambushed if we just walk in like this?"

Ivan squinted at him, and replied flatly: "Yes."

There was a moment of complexity on Draco's face, wondering what method Ivan would use to deal with the attack from the castle.

"There are two by the window on the first floor, but they shouldn't have the time to deal with us." Ivan slowly added.

Draco's eyes flicked past the windows in the corridor on the first floor, trying to find the target Ivan said, but he saw nothing except rows of windows.

The people in the castle should be well hidden.

While thinking of this, Draco suddenly heard a loud sound of glass shattering, a spell of light passed through the corridors of Hogwarts, and his retina showed that thin line of traces, the window in the middle of the corridor was It fell to the ground outside.

In the next second, a fourth-year Slytherin slowly walked out from the other end of the corridor, holding a wand in his hand, standing by the first window in the corner, looking at the two outside with his arms crossed.

After realizing that it was the familiar Ivan and Draco, he thought for a while, then turned around and disappeared from their sight.

Apparently, he found it more interesting to eliminate the students from the other three academies than fighting among the same academies.

Ivan didn't do anything either. After finding out that he had left, he walked up the steps with Draco and walked into the castle.

The screen in the auditorium showed that there were still twenty people left.

More and more students got the props. The students in the castle seized many broomsticks of the Forbidden Forest players, and found that the broomsticks were very useless in the street battles in the castle.

In the end, the standard equipment on their bodies became the magic wand. While using the magic spell to attack the opponent, they searched for as many small props as possible that were beneficial to their side.

Draco watched Ivan walking straight towards the stairs of Hogwarts, looked around at the first floor, and asked, "Where do you want to go?"

Ivan paused, and for some reason, he turned around and asked him a question: "Do you want to stay here until the end, or go upstairs to deal with the remaining opponents?"

Draco almost thought he had been replaced when he wasn't looking.

Did he hear it right?

Is this guy asking for his opinion?

And he was even offered the option of paddling?

When he met Ivan's gaze and saw the somewhat dull emotion in his eyes, a bold guess suddenly came up in his heart:

"...You don't think the remaining people are too weak, so you don't want to continue?"

Ivan looked at the position of the bean sprouts on his shoulders, and consciously said rather tactfully: "The magic props they got are quite challenging."

Oh, it means you think wizards who only hold wands are hot chickens?

Draco was a little speechless in his silver-gray eyes. After staring at him for a while, he took the lead to walk forward, and said with a serious face, "I want to eliminate Potter and Weasley."

Wow, really ambitious.

Ivan followed behind him slowly, raised his hand that was not in his pocket and flicked it in the air, flicking away the little head of the babbling wind elf that was close to his face.

Why didn't I find these elves so skinny before?

"Before I tell you to come on, I have to remind you—" The two stopped by the moving stairs in Hogwarts. Ivan raised his head slightly, looked at the randomly moving stairs, and felt Students who exist in a considerable range.

Draco immediately turned to look at him vigilantly, his tone was a little heavy, his proud little face was full of displeasure, and even the tone of his mouth changed: "Do you think I can't beat them?"

Eighteen, no, two less.

Sixteen left.

Ivan's eyes fell back, and met Draco's silver-gray eyes. Seeing his eyes that were obviously not confident but forcibly throwing the blame away, his eyes dropped again, and he casually completed what he said just now:

"Your shoelaces are loose."

The scene was instantly embarrassing.

Draco quickly bent down to tie his shoelaces, pretending he hadn't said anything, hiding the blush on his face as he lowered his head.

There was a bit of a smile in Ivan's eyes, and he glanced at him, and waited for him to get up again before walking up the stairs.

As soon as the front foot stepped on the first step, the stairs deviated from the original track and turned slowly to the side. An unsuspecting student would definitely stagger.

The black-haired boy quickly retreated, watching the only staircase leading to the top in front of him begin to change, and saw the staircase leading to the third floor move in front of him.

At the end of the marble staircase, the arch of the corridor on the third floor faced him quietly—even the two students who were hiding behind were quiet, holding their breath, and the visual guess was that they wanted to stop when they reached the end. Surprise them with a wave halfway through.

He raised his hand and snapped it back in the air——

Instantly summoned a gust of wind!

It can even be said that it was a small indoor hurricane, which sent him to the window sill next to the entrance of the arch on the third floor. He supported the wall with his left hand, his left foot was still bent and stepped on the window frame, and his right foot was pointing to the ground, slightly sideways. He looked at the two students next to him who were trying to squat them.

One of them pulled out his wand very quickly, and the moment he opened his mouth to say the spell, his senses seemed to be infinitely delayed, so that he could see the moment the spell was issued from the tip of his wand, and his wand seemed to be lifted from the top by a sharp knife. Swing down, slanting to cut off the waist——

In the next second, the spell hit the wall next to the ear of the black-haired Slytherin not far away, and the bean sprouts on his and his companion's shoulders had already fallen to the ground dyingly.

Draco didn't come up from downstairs until the house elf appeared and took them away.

Then he stared at Ivan's back hard, so that the boy who was about to turn around and continue walking had to stop and ask him, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at your invisible wings." Draco replied without thinking.

Ivan: "..."

He was thinking about the confrontation with those two students just now. If they were two senior students, and they both pointed their wands at him at the same time—once he made a mistake in his prediction, he should only be able to bear the curse of one of them, and he would choose to put his magic wand on him first. Another chipped.

Sure enough, it's not convenient without a magic wand.

At this moment, he looked towards the corner of the corridor on the third floor and paused for a while.

Draco, who was following him quickly, almost bumped into his back, was staggered by him and held back: "Don't stare at me, someone is coming."

"Did you really not grow wings?" Draco didn't care at all whether anyone would come. He had been lying down for a day, and now he despised all his opponents, and continued to ask Ivan this question with a big heart. Full of anticipation: Say you have wings!

Ivan pressed his left hand on his head, and exerted a little force on his wrist, motioning him to look forward:

"No, look ahead."

Draco reached out and patted the back of his hand unhappily, and said slightly annoyed, "Don't touch my hair."

He spends half an hour every morning fixing his hair!

But his tone of voice and the force with which he slapped people were more like complaints between acquaintances, and there was no real anger in them.

Ivan withdrew his hand indifferently, and said to the corner over there, "Come out."

There was only one muzzle exposed behind the corner of the wall.

The wind elf had already quietly lay on the corner of the wall, stretched out his small hand to hold the barrel of the gun the first time the muzzle appeared, and pushed it upwards.

When Ivan saw the black muzzle of the gun, the black pupil in the center of his pale blue eyes shrank suddenly. Although he was prepared for this, the moment he was aimed at by it, he would still tense his nerves reflexively .

The trigger was not pulled—

Because the house elves apparated around them, I saluted them politely and said: "The competition is over, congratulations on your qualification to participate in the International Friendship Tournament, you are one of the last ten qualified contestants .”

The gun was put down, and a brown-haired young man walked out from behind the wall. Ivan felt familiar with that handsome face and the gentle smile on it.

Cedric smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to him and extended his hand in a friendly way, and said with a warm smile, "Fortunately, the game is over, otherwise I will be eliminated."

Ivan's eyes fell on his outstretched hand, and he stretched out his hand to hold it back with a flat expression, and replied politely: "No, if you choose to shoot when I first arrived on the third floor, I may not can escape."

He used magic to hide his breath, and stayed motionless in the corner, so even Ivan couldn't find him.

Cedric still had a smile on his face, did not accept his explanation, and said in a warm voice like the warm winter sun: "But you will find me as soon as I move, you are really the most sensitive I have ever seen wizard."

Ivan looked up at Cedric's face, which was exactly the same as his friend's, and the indifference in his eyes relaxed a bit—this person is considered to be a rare person in the game, and he has a very competitive morality.

Seeing him differently from a certain angle, he replied sincerely: "You are also very good."

After Draco made sure that he finally didn't need to continue to worry about the game, he put his arms around his chest expressionlessly, and watched the two people's business exchanges.

sharp?

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ivan, thinking that he couldn't beat you at all, how could you open your eyes and talk nonsense to this extent?

The light-blond Slytherin looked around and found that there were only three of them left in the corridor, and the house elf disappeared after notifying them—even the Miao Miao on their shoulders became a symbol of the winner golden.

He couldn't help but interrupt the endless flattery of the two:

"Excuse me, you don't mind if I go back to the auditorium first, and celebrate with my parents that this damn game is finally over?"

Ivan turned to look at him expressionlessly.

The meaning in the line of sight couldn't be clearer: Didn't you come here by paddling water?

Draco refused to read the look in his eyes.

Cedric smiled and said, "Let's go, it's time for us to return to the auditorium."

The victorious students received a hero's welcome. Draco surrounded Lucius. He didn't know what the man said to him with his head down. He raised his head with a proud and grateful expression, but when he saw the When he saw Ivan, he hesitated for a moment, and the joy in his eyes slowly faded.

He knew that in fact, he had not done anything. In fact, this kind of glory was equivalent to the fact that the other party was willing to share it with him, so he had it.

The emotions in his heart were complicated for a moment, so that he couldn't hear what Narcissa said clearly, and raised his head blankly to ask her to repeat it again.

After listening to Narcissa's words, he repeated in a daze: "What? Celebrate?"

"No, Mom, you know, I didn't want to participate in this competition." Hearing the reason given by Xiaolong, Narcissa looked at Lucius in puzzlement. She didn't quite understand her precious son. When did they learn the humility that shouldn't have appeared on them.

The Weasleys on the other side.

Ron hopped and scratched his hair, rubbed his ginger-red head into a chicken coop, and shook his friend's shoulder in a breakdown: "Just a little bit! Harry! Just a little bit so I can join you in the competition Oh my god it's all that Slytherin's fault! Why did the match end after he beat me???"

Harry felt that his glasses were about to be shaken off the bridge of his nose, and he raised his hand with difficulty to protect his only world. He pondered for a few seconds, and Ron reached out to stroke his hair, and said comfortingly:

"It's okay, people always have bad luck."

Ron pointed angrily at the Malfoy's house on the other side, the flames in his eyes almost burst out and burned all the winners to death, and he said dissatisfiedly: "But even Malfoy made it to the finals!"

Wow--

1 objections!Why am I more unlucky than him!

Ron felt extremely wronged.

Hermione patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's okay, your overall ranking is No.11, and you are already very good in the lower grades."

Ron rolled his eyes at her expressionlessly, and replied with a deadened heart: "Yes, No. 11, who just happened to be excluded from the top ten in Hogwarts school history a few years later."

Fred and George were wearing a winner's cake hat, dancing back and forth with their shoulders hooked, ignoring Ron's distress.

Molly was applauding them, talking excitedly to Bossy, with a proud and happy smile on her face, which couldn't go away no matter what.

James secretly took pictures of his son with the camera. From the photos that could be spit out by the camera, he saw that he was almost rolled his eyes by Ron, secretly smiling at his lover.

——Baby Harry has another black history, happy.

Holding the photo for less than two seconds, a hand suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The beautiful green eyes of the black-haired Gryffindor were full of anger, and he looked up at his unreliable father:

"I won the competition, you just shoot this for me???"

James blinked innocently, handed the camera to Lily next to him, and replied with a smile: "Your mother took the picture."

Harry was extremely calm, pushed down his glasses expressionlessly, looked at the helpless and doting smile on his mother's face, and retorted without thinking: "Impossible, mother never does such a thing, don't you think about it." Throw the pot."

Compared with the excitement on their side, Ivan was the only player in the audience who won the game, but his expression was the same.

At that time, he was pushing open the door of the auditorium with his family, planning to stroll on the grass outside the castle.

At the same time as he pushed the door open, he slanted at his father's face with the same sharp outline and distinctive Slavic features, and asked lightly, "What are you doing out here?"

Arman raised his eyebrows, raised his arm and stuck it on Ivan's neck, deliberately trying to pin him to the front with all his strength, and said in a vicious tone:

"Come and watch my silly son being beaten up by wizards."

Ivan was suddenly pressed by his weight, and his footsteps were almost unsteady.He stood up straight against the gravity, frowned slightly, and said with a sneer: "Ah, that really disappointed you."

After hearing what he said, Arman raised his hand and knocked on his head, which made Ivan gasp, and wanted to throw him sideways in the next second.

As soon as his shoulders moved, the man who was much taller than him let go of him, stood beside him, quickly tore off the glove of his right hand with his left hand, and touched his head with lightning speed, as if to rub his just hit Where it hurts: "Oh, I can't control the strength well, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Let me see what you've become—it's too far away to judge." Before Ivan slapped his hand away, the man withdrew his hand, feeling the feeling conveyed by the contact of the palm just now.

He stared at his palm for a while, then raised his eyes to look at his handsome son in front of him, looked left and right at the surroundings of the lawn, and after a while, he could only "tsk" and said:

"I don't feel it now, but I'm afraid you have to come back for Christmas. Maybe it will be more accurate if I switch back to the original form perception."

Ivan nodded slightly.

Originally, he didn't plan to stay at Hogwarts during Christmas. If he wanted to contact the outside world, it would be too inconvenient here.

Arman glanced at his expression, and asked one more question: "I remember you had a good time playing with those vampires in the United States last time, but do they celebrate Christmas?"

Ivan glanced at him and said nothing.Mira, who had been standing in the distance, saw that the father and son had finished chatting, and now they have gathered together. The beautiful and gentle Mira still wears ethnic characteristics today. painting.

She gave Ivan a hug and exclaimed happily: "You are awesome, son."

After Ivan was released, Aurora put away the notebook she had been scribbling for a long time, and after looking at Tom, she said to him: "Maybe I have to tell you Merry Christmas in advance——I just received the magic I have to go to the United States recently, and Tom will come to see me at Christmas."

The black-haired boy glanced at them and said softly, "It's okay."

Anyway, even if you leave, there will still be a pair at home to show off to me all day long, the difference is not that big.

"By the way, I think you have a good relationship with that young master of the Malfoy family..." Although it was inappropriate for her to bring up this question, because the person who caused the inexplicable relationship between Ivan and Draco was part of her.

It was rare for Ivan to ponder for a long time before he gave the answer slowly: "It's for the sake of blood."

Aurora didn't know what to say for a moment.

But firstly, this is Ivan's own personal relationship, and secondly, the things she has encountered recently are very troublesome, even more troublesome than Draco's matter, and she has already put all her attention on this matter of the Ministry of Magic up.

"I'm sorry, I'm really... Even if I want to do it, I should be the one to protect him—besides, that was the wrong choice I made in the first place." She looked at her younger brother with the same color eyes as Ivan, and her eyes flashed again. Feelings of guilt.

"It has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to apologize to me." Ivan looked up at her and said seriously.

Tom patted Aurora's hand reassuringly, and also looked at Ivan, with a slight hook on his lips, and revealed a message to him:

"If Aurora's trip goes well this time, you'll be able to see some interesting things during the holidays."

Ivan was intrigued by what he said, a slight curve appeared on his lips, he stared at him for a while and then replied, "We'll wait and see."

The interest in the man's eyes did not escape his sight. It was a gaze that could only appear when he was looking for a prey. Ivan was curious about what kind of existence could make him show such a gaze.

In two days.

The top ten contestants who participated in the competition were called together for a small meeting. Dumbledore clapped his hands and told them that because the lower grades did not master enough spells, in order to better compete, Hogg Woz and several other schools have jointly organized a cram school, and players can sign up for it voluntarily.

The location is New York, USA.

United States, New York, USA?

Do you really want to go abroad to make up a class these days?

All the students present were stunned, and they didn't quite understand this sudden operation.

A sixth-year Ravenclaw raised his hand and asked, "Can our seniors also participate?"

The old principal, who was wearing a blue star-moon wizard robe, replied with a smile: "Oh, of course, I promise I won't let you down."

Draco was secretly writing Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class homework with a quill, and only half-heard what Dumbledore said—requiring the contestants to go to the United States to participate in the wizarding world remedial group, subconsciously raised his voice and asked: " Can you not go?"

In an instant, he received stares from all the top students in the audience.

As the only person present who got here by paddling, do you need to make up lessons?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: ...you're just jealous of me.

Ivan: ...Yes, you are right.

Others: ... Are you jealous of your scumbag?

Ron on the lucky e side: Jealous that he's European.