[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

The first class this morning is a big class jointly given by the four magic academies. The classroom is divided into several different squares with unclear boundaries-because of the collective brawl in the cafeteria yesterday, the friendship between the students is soaring. rise.

A Durmstrang third grader and Harry had a very happy chat about Quidditch. Although speaking English with a German accent was a little confusing to the first grader Gryffindor, this did not prevent them from communicating with each other. Friendships quickly arose because of common hobbies.

Today's Draco looked so sad that he didn't even realize that he was sitting next to the annoying Potter. Since he came to the classroom, he was lying on the table and staring at the blackboard sullenly. None of it went into his ears.

Harry felt very confused. In fact, he almost jumped up when he saw Draco sitting next to him with his schoolbag, thinking that the other party had invented some new prank, and even wanted to pull out his wand due to excessive stress Give Draco a smack—

Until he found out that the other party's face, which was always full of air in the past, was obviously out of shape today, and his silver-gray eyes didn't know where to look, as if he had found a place to sit down completely in a daze, and didn't care what was next to him. who.

Fred and George were invited to drink tea by the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. because of the Fantastic Autobot before, and they were not seen in the early morning. The reason for chatting with the Durmstrang student next to him-oh yes, his name seems to be... Viktor Krum.

Harry can't wait to spend a class without being interrupted by the twin brothers, and then take his father's new broom and go out to learn skills with Krum!

He was looking forward to that scene!

While thinking this way, he spread out the notes on the table, looked very energetic, selectively ignored the boy next to him, and waited happily for the class bell to ring.

As a result, the more you don't want something to happen, the more it will come to your door.

When Harry was pulling out the quill from the inkwell, he accidentally touched Draco's arm with his elbow, knocking the Slytherin of the same year out of his world.

Draco turned his head impatiently and glared at the short-eyed guy next to him. He opened his mouth to curse, but when he turned his head and saw the familiar face of the enemy wearing glasses, he was so frightened that he flickered back— —

"How did I not know that you were so eager to become my follower, Potter?"

He calmed down his overly frightened heart, his lips curled up in the usual sarcasm, and even his silver-gray eyes were rekindled.

Harry rolled his eyes at him angrily, snorted, and looked at him with a half-smile, his emerald green eyes were full of the same emotion:

"If you're willing to take your eyes off the door when you come in, Malfoy, you'll realize I sat down here first."

Draco didn't care so much, and he replied in a second: "Where did you get the courage to mock other people's vision as a myopic person?"

Not to be outdone, Harry pushed his glasses subconsciously and replied, "Oh, compared to a blind man, my nearsightedness is still better."

Krum, who was on the sidelines, was a little dazed. He didn't understand what was going on with the fiery, needle-pointed aura between these two people. If he remembered correctly, these two belonged to the same school, right?

And he, a German foreigner who doesn't speak English very well, is really not suitable to be involved in such talk, so he can only silently look down at the side and read a book, reducing his sense of existence.

After half a minute.

Ivan was exhausted, and walked in from the classroom with a schoolbag on one shoulder. His slightly curly black soft hair covered his forehead a little, but fell just above his eyes. A pair of light blue eyes were embedded in the deep eye sockets. His eyeballs are as beautiful as blue daisies—from the bridge of the nose to the chin, and the lines of his face all have very distinct national characteristics, making it easy to see his belonging, but he also has a kind of ethnicity that transcends race. Charm.

That charm is not only in appearance, but more in the invisible temperament around him, the appearance of not being interested in most things, as cold as his eyes, as if exuding the coldness of glaciers.

However, once he encounters something that makes him happy, when he laughs, the ice around his body will melt silently, and even the smile in his eyes is like the astonishment when a daisy blooms.

Draco saw that smile on his face not long ago, it was different from the softness in his heart when he saw small animals, and it was also different from the sneer on his lips when he met an opponent who was overwhelmed. It can even be said to be an unrestrained smile.

In an instant, people thought, ah, this person is only one year older than him.

But this person's cheerful smile was never directed at him.

What does he mean to him?It might not even be as good as the jumping parrot I encountered in that world.

But he saved me.

When Draco was thinking this way, a word came out quietly somewhere in his heart.

Just saving him may not be enough to describe the truth. To be precise, Ivan has saved him over and over again.

Can he think that he is actually a little bit special to Ivan?

The boy with light blond hair didn't realize that his gaze was always on Ivan, and he unconsciously stared at him from the moment he entered the door until he walked up to him, even with his indifferent pair of eyes. When the eyes met at close range, I didn't even think to retract it.

Ivan thought he was weird.

When I was doing morning exercises with Edward in the morning, I vaguely felt a strange line of sight from the other side of the building. I couldn't guess who it was when I saw the building I lived in, but after arriving in the classroom, Draco's abnormal position and abnormal It was really hard for him not to connect the two things.

"Why, Master Malfoy plans to broaden his mind today and establish a friendship with his opponent beyond the academy?" Ivan sat down beside him naturally, and raised his brows, perhaps because what happened in the morning really kept him in a rare state. In a good mood, he even opened his mouth to make a joke with Draco.

If it weren't for the fact that it was Ivan who said this, Draco would definitely give this person a bad face.

He held back, and quickly turned his head to look at the big clock hanging on the wall in front of the classroom. Seeing that there were still 2 minutes away from class, he glared at Ivan angrily, and then at Harry on the other side. Picking up his schoolbag, he said to Ivan who was sitting in the passage leading to the outside: "Excuse me."

I won't play with you, hum!Go find your vampire!

Although Ivan was a little surprised, his movements quickly gave him enough space to pass.Then he noticed that Draco's expression seemed to be even more angry, because the man stood next to him, frowning fiercely at his action, looking down at the floor, but didn't move for a long time.

He didn't quite understand what the other party had eaten wrongly. From yesterday to now, he had inexplicably slapped himself many times.

Draco finally walked to the other end of the classroom, sat down next to the Ilvermorny students, took out the ink bottle and parchment and put them on the table, pretending to be serious about studying - if you don't look at him always typing With the untie brows and the empty parchment, perhaps no one will doubt his concentration in studying.

Harry, who was still in his position, was a little surprised to see that Draco was almost equally impatient with Ivan. After greeting Ivan politely, he looked at the pale man in the opposite aisle with unimaginable eyes. Golden head.

What's wrong with this guy?

What Ivan didn't figure out, Harry didn't research either.And because the subject of the study was Draco, whom he had always disliked, as the class bell rang, he graciously withdrew his attention and stopped paying attention to this issue.

This class talks about the habits of many dangerous magical creatures, including some newly discovered species by the Ministry of Magic. The pictures displayed have opened the eyes of many junior students and greatly broadened their knowledge. When I was in the classroom, there was only the sound of rustling quills writing.

They were still not used to using Muggle pens - even if they were easy to carry and didn't take up much room in their bags.

Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the students were a little bit unsatisfied. The teacher who gave the lecture was a college dean of Ilvermorny, who was deeply loved by the students. After class, many students of Ilvermorny surrounded him and refused to leave. , which shows his popularity and charm.

The students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons did not have such enthusiasm. They packed up their things and walked out of the classroom, rushing to the next classroom.

The same is true for Draco, he was surprised to copy the notes of a class honestly throughout the class - so as not to be always occupied by those strange things - now he is carrying his schoolbag alone towards Walk outside the classroom.

The ones who will use this classroom in the next class are supernatural beings. If what happened yesterday greatly increased the friendship among wizards, then the relationship between supernatural beings and wizards can only be described as incompatible.

The atmosphere in the corridor was tense, as if a second incident was about to erupt in the next second.

A boy was walking casually in the middle of the corridor with his schoolbag in his hand, not giving way to anyone, and walking straight forward——

Draco didn't intend to give way either. The consequence of walking like this was that the two bumped into each other as expected, and the first-year Slytherin's things fell to the ground. Instead, it was the supernatural being who swayed a few times. , his eyes narrowed, and he saw the person who bumped into him clearly.

He sneered, and when he was about to say something, he thought of something, and closed his mouth in frustration, with the benevolence of "Forget it, I'll let you go" written all over his face, and lazily dropped it. "Watch the way, dwarf."

After that, he slowly raised his footsteps and planned to continue walking into the classroom.

Draco stared blankly at the book that had fallen on the floor, and was about to turn around and give this supernatural being a big gift, but the other person rubbed his shoulder and flew backwards for a distance, and was hit by him as well. ' Ivan was in the middle of the road not far behind, looking at him expressionlessly and said:

"Ah, sorry, you seem too tall? I didn't see it."

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