[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

As Christmas approaches, many decorations in Hogwarts have been changed. The house elves are decorating the castle with mistletoe and snow-shaped ornaments bit by bit. A huge Christmas tree.

The tall Christmas tree is covered with all kinds of crystal decorations, and there are small gift boxes wrapped in exquisite wrapping paper. Every student can take one from it before leaving the school. This is the school Christmas gift for them.

Before the holidays, the last lesson of Gryffindor and Slytherin's second year was Potions.

With a gloomy face, Professor Snape gave a few points to the Gryffindors who were dazzled by the joy of the holiday, instantly making the whole classroom so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

"Since you are all so excited in my class, in order to live up to your feelings - too simple potion obviously can't satisfy you - then, let's make a shrinking potion in this class." Black-haired black The head Slytherin in the robe held the wand in his right hand, tapped it slowly on the palm of his left hand, looked around the classroom, and spoke unhurriedly.

After his words fell, he reached out and picked up his wand and waved it. On the blackboard behind him, a piece of chalk rose into the air automatically, and quickly wrote on the blank blackboard the potion ingredients and formula ratios to be used for the shrinking potion. .

The Gryffindors present immediately received the stares of the Slytherins. Even the Slytherins whose potion grades were not very good, could tell from the eccentric tone of their dean—do not work hard today. At the last second before the bell rang, they never thought of leaving the classroom.

Ten past twelve.

The door of the auditorium was pushed open, and many second-year Slytherins and Gryffindors walked into the auditorium to eat with a look of lovelessness, and Professor Snape's words about their homework in this class were still echoing in their ears. evaluate.

Draco was chatting with Blaise about the Christmas banquet hosted by his family in the past years and the products launched by various high-end Christmas companies this year. Pansy was about to join the conversation, and Draco's attention was attracted by the complaints of the second grade next to him:

"It's all the Gryffindors' fault! I doubt I got an A (bad) in class this time!"

"I can't help it. After all, it's a potion only learned in the third grade. If you want to open it, those Gryffindors can only get the score of a troll!" Another student sighed and reluctantly comforted him.

Young Master Malfoy looked around, and a doubt popped up in his heart: Judging from Ivan's academic master attributes, a third-year potion potion can't help him, why haven't I seen him come to the auditorium for a long time?

Pansy on the opposite side reached out and waved in front of the distracted man in dissatisfaction: "Draco, are you listening to me?"

Draco was drawn back to his attention by her, and he flicked through the bits and pieces of information he had just heard in his mind, and said nonchalantly: "Of course, you are not complaining about the ugly and expensive Christmas decorations published in those magazines this year. ?"

Pansy looked at him blankly for three seconds, and when Blaise shook his head and looked at Draco sympathetically, he said in a flat tone: "I was just asking you, the robe store your family invested in this year There is no discount for Christmas."

Draco: "..." Oh.

After a few seconds of silence, he pretended that nothing happened and added: "[-]% off, you can give me the list later, and I will send it to you along with the Christmas present."

For the sake of the discount, Pan Xi reluctantly forgave him for his distraction just now, and a smile appeared on his face again: "Okay!"

At this moment, the door of the auditorium was pushed open again. Ivan put one hand in his pocket and walked towards the long table of Slytherin with a calm expression. Because he came too late, and this lunch was rare and rich. Such house-elf innovations have already emptied the plates.

Since it was noon, there was no need to worry about the owl airdrop. He sat down in the empty seat between the first-year and second-year students. He just picked up the knife and fork when Draco, who was diagonally opposite him, cast a curious gaze over him, accompanied by his doubts. :

"The third-year potions should not make you do it for such a long time, right?"

Ivan stopped what he was doing, raised his eyes slightly to look in his direction, and replied flatly: "The medicine is okay, it was a little accident in the corridor that wasted some time."

Blaise was next to Ivan, and noticed that since he sat down, many second-year students on the long Gryffindor table opposite had stared at him angrily.

The dark-skinned Slytherin rubbed his chin, and looked at the second year next to him out of the corner of his eye, with gloating emotions in his eyes.

Which Gryffindor should be looking for trouble but finding the wrong person?

After seeing Ivan's performance in the qualifiers, such a brave man can still appear, which is indeed something that reckless lions can do.

"What are your... Christmas plans?" After hearing his answer, Draco hesitated and asked.

If it weren't for participating in the competition together and experiencing the illusory world, he might live in Hogwarts for many years, and he wouldn't be familiar with Ivan to this extent.

The second-year Slytherin took out a piece of roast beef from the large dinner plate, added a piece of Yorkshire pudding, and said calmly while cutting the beef with a knife:

"No plans yet."

Then he added something in his heart, except for fighting with his father.

Draco stopped talking, with a somewhat satisfied look on his little face, planning to send him a Christmas invitation when he got home, driven by this good mood, he took out a few more from the biscuit basket A scone was enjoyed.

Hogwarts Express.

The red-skinned train was held motionless on the rails, and it could be seen from the occasional bursts of white mist that it was ready to start.

Because the vacation was not as long as the summer vacation, he didn't bring much luggage, he only brought a small suitcase, and he found a car at random and walked up.

When you come to school, you can still get a professor's special box with Tom, but Tom has left Hogwarts early because there is no class today.

The students in the carriage were full of anticipation for the upcoming holiday. In the long and narrow carriage, a few juniors were lying by the window, holding their wands and trying to float the fallen leaves on the ground outside the window, hoping to take advantage of the time when they were still at Hogwarts. Feel the joy of being able to wave the wand a few more times within the range of the wand - because you can't use the wand when you get home.

Ivan pulled open the handle of an empty carriage, and raised his hand to put the suitcase on the luggage rack above, but he didn't realize until he lifted the suitcase——

This height seems to need to stand on tiptoe to reach it?

For some reason, several students from the same school and grade flashed in his mind...

They have grown a lot this semester.

He raised his head and stared blankly at the luggage rack. After two seconds of silence, he moved the tail finger of his right hand slightly, and a gust of wind slipped in from the open window and lightly lifted it under the suitcase. There was a light sound on the luggage rack of the clock—the suitcase was lying on it obediently.

He sat down on the seat, looked at the woods outside the window, and stared blankly for a while.

He has never forgotten his most important life goal.

When he thought of this, he could even feel that the blood in his body was flowing much faster as if it should be in harmony, and an indescribable excitement gushed out from his limbs and bones.

A force gradually emerged from the depths of his body, and an elf with pointed ears that only he could see slowly condensed in the air in front of his eyes.

His control of the wind became more and more proficient, even to the point where it was almost instinctive.

However, when the little elf was spinning around him, he felt an indescribable heaviness spreading from his fingertips, as if pulling the heart in his chest and falling down.

It was so clearly felt that the power of the wind dragon's blood was being suppressed by the black dragon's blood in his body.

He thought to himself mockingly, if the power of the blood in his body condensed in front of him, maybe he would still see the scene of two giant dragons, one black and one blue fighting in front of him.

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the door pulled his thoughts back to reality.

The black-haired boy turned his head slightly, and saw Draco unscrew the doorknob, close the door with his backhand, walk to the seat opposite him and sit down, and even gave him a flattering smile.

Originally, Draco planned to go to the front compartment where the Slytherins gathered, and Crabbe and Goyle had told him in advance to wait for him there, but when passing by this compartment——

He immediately noticed Ivan sitting inside.

The boy has soft black hair with slightly curly ends. It stands to reason that such a soft curly shape should make his character weak and deceitful, but on that chiseled face, there are light blue eyes that seem to leave no trace of emotion. But it breaks all the illusions of the viewer.

When being swept by those eyes indifferently, it even makes people feel a sense of palpitation.

It is such a boy who even has contradictory appearance and traits, but also possesses the same contradictory power.

Of course, Draco didn't know much about his strength, but when he passed by just now, he noticed that the man sitting in the carriage seemed to be in a daze, his eyes were really blank, staring at the tree outside the window, wondering what he was thinking, and the whole body was filled with The breath is even weirder.

Because of the carriage door blocking it, he seemed to shut himself quietly in a world, isolated from the noisy train carriages outside.

This reminded Draco of when he first met Ivan, not to mention in Hogwarts, even in the whole of Slytherin, he did not leave too many traces.

When he was rarely seen staying in the common room, he was always like a passer-by in the academy, walking towards the boys' dormitory lightly like the wind blowing in from the cellar door, even if he passed by others, he did not What kind of shadow does it leave in other people's lives.

Even in the dormitory, most of them read on the sofa in the corner with a book in their hands. If it wasn't for Draco to talk to him, he seldom opened his mouth.

He doesn't seem to care about being connected to other people.

Be king in your own world alone.

That was the first impression Draco had of him, and still is.

In fact, his expressionless look is quite scary.

Draco stood outside the door and hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should come in and sit in the same carriage as him.

But he quickly remembered that before the start of the qualifiers, Ivan asked him if he was nervous. Although the comfort from him was particularly bad, he could always sense his emotions immediately.

Oddly enough, before Draco even had a clue, he knocked on the door, walked in calmly, and sat down opposite him.

Ivan looked at the boy who suddenly broke into his world, and stared at him for a while. Draco seemed to not know what else to talk about, and closed the window on the side of the seat on his own. He took off the scarf and folded it on the table, leaned on it and said:

"It's really tiring to pack things all morning, I'll sleep for a while first."

With a silver and green scarf on his light golden head, he lay on the table and quietly closed his eyes towards the window.

The train started to move slowly, passing through the woods, the weather was still not very good, it was gloomy as if snow could fall at any time.

The wind spirit spun around Ivan's head mischievously for a long time, blowing on him and trying to stretch out his hand to scratch his face. After being easily avoided by him, he puffed his cheeks unhappily. After flying up and down in the carriage for a few times , rolled her eyes, giggled and quietly moved to Draco's side, looked at his sleeping face, and tilted her head.

After a while, it sneaked its face closer, looked at the boy's long and curly eyelashes, and carefully stretched out its little hand—even though the wizard couldn't see its existence at all, looking at the direction in which the claws stretched out, it seemed to want to To wake people up.

It stretched out its hand halfway, and retracted its little hand in surprise, turned around the pale golden head a few times, tried to smell it as if it really had a sense of smell, and then flew back to Ivan's side, babbling and saying:

Huh!He has the same taste as you!I like him!

Looking at Ivan, who has been reluctant to let him kiss him, and at the little boy sleeping soundly over there, the wind elf flew to Draco's side, kissed him quietly, and then flew happily to the At the top of the carriage, sitting on the luggage rack, they sang happily.

Young Master Malfoy, who was not asleep at all, felt a chill on his face inexplicably, like a breeze blowing gently, and he was full of doubts while pretending to be asleep:

...It seems that the window was closed just now?

Ivan saw his eyelashes trembling uneasily, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

It's quite interesting, he is obviously a very weak guy, but he always likes to get close to him.

Ivan's house was in a long valley.

It was a red hut with a pointed roof, hidden behind the deep woods - walking through the dense jungle in the valley, while seeing the hut, you could also hear the faint sound of a waterfall.

As long as you climb over this mountain, you can see the long river behind, and the water curtain splashing down from the top of another mountain behind.

A deafening dragon chant sounded in the valley, as if it sounded directly beside his ears, stirring back and forth throughout the valley.

As soon as he passed through the woods, a huge shadow fell over his head, and even the surrounding trees were blocked from light, making the jungle even darker.

The boy looked up, and saw the giant dragon hovering above his head flapping its wings, rustling the woods, and all the emotions that seemed to belong to humans in the bright yellow eyes faded away, leaving only the emotionless vertical pupils holding the ancient giant beast. The coercion pressed against him.

Compared with the black giant dragon, a smile slowly appeared on his face, and the next moment he quickly chanted a long series of spells, and a large number of wind elements in the valley rushed towards him——

After half an hour.

The door of the small red house with a steeple was opened, and a woman with beautiful long braids came over with a large plate of baked potatoes, and she saw the boy lying on the ground by the forest at a glance, his beautiful light blue eyes stared at the side for a moment and he was still standing man:

"Oh my God! Arman! Why did you hit your son so hard again..."

"Relax, relax, my dear, I swear I didn't even touch the hem of his clothes—" The man who changed back to his human form was lazily buttoning his clothes, and when he saw the door of the small house opened, he felt bad. When he found his lover coming out from the inside, he quickly walked over there, and hurriedly spoke to appease him.

Ivan obviously exhausted the magic power in his body and didn't have the strength to stand there, so he just lay quietly on the ground for a while.

Still glaring at him fiercely, Mira avoided his hand trying to reach for a baked potato with the plate, and trotted towards Ivan.

The black-haired boy used his magic power to the fullest and was at home, so he relaxed on the ground and pretended to be dead—now seeing his mother coming in this direction, he had no choice but to sit up from the ground.

"Your father really didn't do anything to you, did he? You know, he can't always control his strength." Apparently, Mira has a lot of control over her husband, holding the plate in one hand and handing it to her baby with the other. Son, I want to pull him up.

Ivan didn't bother her, stood up with one hand on the ground, shook twice from the ground, glanced expressionlessly at the man leaning against the door, and said lightly with his usual indifferent expression:

"No, Mom, he hit me, and now my whole body hurts."

Just because his expression was too calm, coupled with the tone that seemed to be narrating the facts, it was hard to imagine that it was a lie.

Arman didn't expect his son's sudden bad taste at all: "...???"

"I……"

"So don't let him eat the roast goose made for Christmas in two days." Ivan took a roast potato from the big plate Mira was holding, and walked towards the small house while peeling the skin. .

Arman glared at him angrily, raised his hand and wanted to unbutton it, change back to his original shape and beat him up as he wished.

The boy who walked to the door said leisurely: "Dad, the holiday is coming soon, don't play hooligans."

Mira also came back, and looked at the two father and son helplessly, walked to Arman's side, and handed him the whole plate as a comfort to him.

Ivan, who had already walked into the living room, looked at the little potato in his hand, which was only half left, and then at the big plate held by the man, deeply feeling the hurt caused by no one.

Unlike the UK, their family's custom is to celebrate Christmas on January 1th.

However, he received gifts from various places on December 12th, and what surprised him the most was that he actually received a gift from Edward.

Ivan looked at the signature on the greeting card: Edward Cullen, standing in front of the tall fir tree that had been arranged in advance, was stunned for two seconds, and asked suspiciously, without looking back, the man behind him who was holding a handbag from the kitchen. The man who came out of the can of beer:

"How did Edward know our home address?"

It's fine if you know it, it's across the Atlantic Ocean, how did you send it here?

Human couriers don't go here, and he doesn't think vampires can use the wizard's Floo network.

This is too magical, right?

Alman pulled the tab of the beer, heard his question, thought for a while and replied: "Did you forget, isn't Aurora in the United States?"

When Ivan asked, he was already looking at the contents of the Christmas card. Sure enough, in addition to Christmas blessings, there was an extra line of words in the notes below:

"Are you surprised to see my gift? In fact, I didn't expect the connection between you wizards to be so magical. Alice and the others are also very interested in this.

In addition, I heard that you will come to the United States for classes during the holidays, and I am looking forward to our next meeting. "

Ivan paused while pinching the greeting card, and he felt some information from the unusual contact between Edward and Aurora.

It stands to reason that even if the wizards want to contact the vampires, based on Edward's previous performance, they are unlikely to agree.

Besides, the wizards wouldn't want to popularize their own contact network after discovering that vampires are so powerful. Judging from the wording, it seems that Aurora gave them a tour of the Floo Network?

What is it that makes wizards and vampires need to cooperate?

If this is the case, it will be a very influential thing for both worlds.

He stood brooding under the Christmas tree decorated with big six-pointed stars.

Alman was watching TV on the sofa in the living room with a can of beer in his hand, glanced at him occasionally, and suddenly asked a question after a while:

"By the way, you have a good relationship with that kid with Aurora's blood?"

This question is very familiar.

Aurora asked not too long ago.

Just when Ivan was about to repeat it, the man suddenly said, "He sent an invitation letter to our family for a Christmas party."

Ivan was stunned.

"For our family?" He asked suspiciously.

Alman nodded, then looked at his son's expression, and asked suddenly:

"Does he know who you are?"

According to the personalities of those families in the wizarding world mentioned by Aurora occasionally, because the sons and daughters are deeply integrated with this world, Arman heard a lot and remembered a little.

If it was just because of the performance in the game, he felt that it was not enough for the other party to invite their family.

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