[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

The quietness in the dormitory made Draco feel like he was in the deep sea, and there was an inexplicable pressure in the air that was crowded from all directions, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

In front of him was the pair of light blue eyes dyed with a slight smile. Draco stared at him for a long time before realizing that the inexplicable and strange pressure came from him.

The light-blond Slytherin belatedly realized that because of the strange wind just now, his current posture was with his hands propped on both sides of the sofa, and he bent slightly to look at this person—he let go of his hands subconsciously. , Standing up straight, I couldn't help but want to step back, to distance myself from this inexplicably dangerous person.

It was winter, but this man was wearing a black shirt with two buttons on the collar undone, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and a black tattoo was exposed on the forearm of his right hand, which was a black tail with a barb. Know what the full pattern is hidden under the fabric of the arm.

His face was stern, and the lines of his facial features were even a bit cold. Under the slightly curly black hair on his forehead, there seemed to be two clusters of ice in his pale blue eyes. The smile that made Draco feel perverted had been completely withdrawn. .

Sensing that the person in front of him wanted to back away, the man sitting in front of him took the initiative to dodge, and even consciously or unintentionally withdrew his outward aura, watching him take a few steps back hastily, and almost tripped over the carpet fall.

"First grade?" He closed his eyes, stared at Draco, and asked unhurriedly.

Draco in the third grade was already more or less a youth, and the second graders should be in Ilvermorny, America, but he was still so cute and timid in the first grade.

Draco looked at him vigilantly, and turned his feet towards the door, as if he wanted to run to the door while he was not paying attention, away from this very dangerous man.

However, when the man's eyes fell on his leather shoes, he pulled his feet back instantly.

He was silent and did not answer the question.But the person on the opposite side had already figured out the answer, snorted lightly, and casually took the book that Ivan always left there from the table next to him, and flipped back from the place he had already read, as if to Draco Totally lost focus.

Draco: ...Should I run or not, that is the question.

"Excuse me, who are you?" After hesitating for a long time, he asked frantically, with some tentativeness in his silver-gray eyes.

The man who turned the pages of the book paused, looked up at him, and when Draco couldn't help but want to back away again, he lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell back to the book, covering his eyes Inexplicable emotion--

Just when Draco thought he would not hear his answer, a very soft sentence sounded in the room:

"Now you don't need to know."

You don't need to know who I am.

Let history run forward slowly according to the track of the wheel, and you and I will meet each other at the intersection.

Draco's head was full of question marks, he didn't really understand... what does it mean that he doesn't need to know now?

What's the mystery of reporting a name?

Just when his heart was filled with the torment of being in the same room with the mysterious boss, the other party's voice reached his ears again: "If you want to go out, I won't stop you—provided that you don't cause me any trouble, You know, if I'm in trouble, your roommate can't stay out of it."

Draco: "..." He couldn't wait to know where Ivan was right now.

When he walked to the door, the light-blond Slytherin paid special attention to the movement of the man on the sofa, as if he was very worried that he would draw out his wand to give him a hit the moment he turned around, but luckily he didn't move until he walked out and closed the door. Still safe and sound.

Blaise happened to be going out, and when he turned around, he almost collided with Draco. The smell of the new perfume rushed straight into the light blonde boy's nose. He frowned, looked up and found that it was his good friend, and said nothing , bypassing him and quickly walked outside.

The dark-skinned boy stretched out his hand to hold him suspiciously, and asked with a twitch of his mouth, "Wow, what happened to you when you left in such a hurry?"

Draco looked back at him, and after a while, his expression returned to that lazy look, as if he was temporarily uninterested in anything, and said softly in a raised tone: "Professor Snape came to me temporarily. thing."

Blaise raised his eyebrows, with a teasing smile among his friends in his eyes: "Oh, look at the expression on your butt burning just now, it doesn't seem like a trivial matter, why don't you go over soon?"

Draco smiled, and the moment he turned around, the expression on his face turned cold, and he walked straight through the common room, towards the door of the cellar.

Out of the cellar, through the long, cold corridor, he came to the intersection of Slughorn's spiral staircase and the professor's office.

After hesitating for two seconds, he cursed in a low voice: "Why should I worry about the safety of this guy..." Afterwards, he angrily gave up the choice of going to Head Slytherin's office, and walked towards the spiral staircase .

If he really told Professor Snape about that strange man, according to Ivan's character of not wanting to get involved too much with others, he would definitely feel that he was causing trouble for him, right?

After walking the long spiral staircase in two steps, he walked outside the castle again, hoping that Ivan would still be volunteering for Professor Sprout in the greenhouse—

The cold wind made him shiver, and the cold knife almost cut his face, Draco tightened his cloak and stomped his feet and walked forward, thinking through gritted teeth, never consider Ivan's thoughts next time!right!That's right!Don't care so much next time!Going to dad and professor is the right way to solve anything!

The world ten years later, Malfoy Manor.

Ivan sat on the sofa in a little embarrassment. The man next to him drank his black tea peacefully, read the morning newspaper, and followed him calmly to wait for the time of this accident to pass.

If you give him a book, maybe he can still pass the time... But just sitting like this, staring at the house elf who is completely unfamiliar with him, even if he is as calm as Ivan for ten thousand years, he still feels a little Not suitable.

Maybe it was because the house elf in front of him had too high an EQ, and seeing his embarrassment, he voluntarily disappeared in place—this is good, he was in the same room with the unfamiliar Draco, and it was even more embarrassing.

"The study is the first room on the left on the second floor." Suddenly, a voice rang in my ear.

He turned his head immediately, his light blue eyes looked at him, as if he wanted to know how this man could see his thoughts.

He sat on the sofa without moving, and after a while, he rarely asked in that questioning tone: "May I ask, what is the relationship between us ten years from now?"

It's not Legilimency, this kind of tacit understanding of what the other person is thinking with just a look or a movement makes him feel a little uneasy.

The newspaper was put down in front of the man, his silver-gray eyes were full of sarcasm, and his handsome face, which was much more mature than when he was a child, was enlarged in front of Ivan.

It was so close that his breath seemed to fall on his face. This distance made Ivan, who was not used to too much contact with others, subconsciously avoid it. Just as he was frowning, Draco pulled Lip corners, thin lips lightly open:

"Do you want to know? Tell you what you will do? Can you choose not to let that drop of dragon blood fall on me? Or can you sever all contact with me from now on?"

Obviously just throwing the question back to him, but the meaning between the lines is already an acknowledgment - acknowledgment of the extraordinary relationship between them after many years.

Ivan was silent. He found that the person in front of him had grown too much in the ten years that he was still unknown. The casual and aggressive tone in that tone, and even the intentional or unintentional ambiguous distance, were things that Draco would never know now. Absolutely dare not have.

As a result, his silence seemed to give the other party some wrong signal.The man completely pushed the dull morning newspaper aside, and stretched out his hand to support the soft sofa beside him. The strength made Ivan feel the sag on his side.

The light-blond man with a smile in his eyes provoked a wicked smile and said:

"Since you've lost my Valentine, why don't you come and spend the holiday with me?"

Looking at the teenage boy in front of him with shocked eyes, who couldn't say a word of rejection for a long time - delighted by his expression, the current head of the Malfoy family laughed out loud.

However, he soon restrained his expression, thinking a little unhappy: Do you have to be ten years apart from him to bully him?

Ivan felt that he was not very suitable for Draco's routine after growing up.

Or, in fact, what made him even more dazed was that the self ten years later... actually bent? !

Obviously, he was still walking on the road of pursuing power well before, but why did he just walk...

He felt that the world ten years later would be a bit scary, and he needed to calm down.

However, the other party did not give him time to calm down. He seemed to think that he was very interesting when he was a child. He reached out to touch his hair, but Ivan easily avoided it——

As a result, in the next second, he felt a strange confinement all over his body, as if he was suddenly stiff and unable to move, and his hair was rubbed obediently.

With a smug smile on the man's face, he rubbed his hair that felt very good to the touch, rolled his silver-gray eyes with a smile, and hummed softly with great pride.Then I didn't know what to think, and squeezed out a sentence from between my teeth: "I learned this trick from you..."

Ivan: So what weird things did my future self teach you?

The boy's face and hair almost became the same color.

Being bullied by a guy he always thought was weak was obviously hard for him to accept, and he even looked at that expression as if he was about to explode in the next second.

Seeing his dark face, Draco stopped his movements for a moment, and the psychological shadow of many years made him withdraw his hand unsatisfactorily. At the same time, the invisible confinement around Ivan disappeared silently.

Ivan straightened his hair like a chicken coop expressionlessly, his eyes kept on him, as if he planned to beat him up next time he dared to do it again.

Draco clicked his tongue, and said leisurely in his usual tone: "You're going to stay here until the afternoon, and you plan to just keep on guard against me until the afternoon? Then my Valentine's Day experience is really bad."

Ivan felt that if he had known that the thoughts at that time could have such an impact, he would have thrown the nearly bald flower in his hand as far as the first word appeared in his mind.

He looked into those silver-gray eyes expressionlessly, and after nearly half a minute, he pretended to be calm and replied: "It's not me who is with you."

Draco frowned.

After a long time, he leaned back on the back of the sofa chair, grabbed the newspaper that he had thrown aside before, and said softly, "Just kidding."

Ivan's eyes fell on him, and he was about to ask what he was referring to, but the other party said something that made him feel inexplicable:

"When you were here, did you know what I was doing in that world?"

Ivan: ...how do I know this?

Draco smiled, Ivan couldn't understand the emotion in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Because I was worried that someone would get into trouble, I was looking for him all over the world."

You always look at the stronger person in your eyes, so you can't see that there is someone who is trying to catch up with you unconsciously now and in the future.

three hours later.

Draco took out his wand and wanted to add a warming spell to himself, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember which spell it was. He stood at the gate of the castle stomping his feet, his pale golden face was full of anger, thinking that he would look for another 5 minutes!

If the person couldn't be found in 5 minutes, he went to the professor!

While he was gnashing his teeth, a voice suddenly came from behind: "It's so cold, what are you doing standing here?"

The young master of the Malfoy family turned around suddenly, his silver-gray eyes were full of annoyance - he searched for himself for a long time and couldn't find anyone, but then he suppressed the anger in his eyes, thinking of the guy in the dormitory, asked in a low voice He: "Suddenly a strange guy came to the dormitory, it seems to be you..."

"I know, he has already left, thank you." Ivan interrupted him, took two steps closer, pulled out his wand and applied a warming spell to him.

Thank you for not telling the professor the first time.

Thank you, too, for looking for me for so long.

Draco glanced at him inexplicably, and after a while, maybe it was because the other party's attitude of thanking him was too sincere, or maybe the warming spell was really effective, so that the heat jumped from the bottom of his feet to the bottom of his heart——

He raised his chin, but there was an unconcealable smugness in his silver-gray eyes.

Clearing his throat, he said, "It's okay—but, he won't show up again next time, right?"

That guy looks too dangerous!

Ivan hummed lightly and said, "No, let's go back."

It will not appear again. From now on, all you can see is me who grew up with you.

The author has something to say: ah ah ah today thin!I know! !

Addicted to dorm stories!Let me come back tomorrow!Wow--

I feel this chapter is so warm!no sugar though hhhh