[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

The supernatural person who was knocked into the air by Ivan got up from the ground with a particularly bad face, not because of how painful the fall was, but because it was too embarrassing.

Just like most boys who had a brazier burning in their hearts during adolescence, he kicked the fire in his heart, and the flame burned all over his body with a bang, the kind that would never calm down without a fight.

He looked at Ivan with deep eyes, his fists clenched by his side, causing the wizards around him to look over with vigilance, and even subconsciously touched the place where the wand was placed.

Overall, the number of wizards present is much more than that of supernatural beings. From the results of the last fight, it can be seen that even if they fight again, they will lose.

Especially at this time, the professor of Ilvermorny had already come out of the classroom, and the man who bumped into Ivan endured the veins on his forehead and almost gritted his teeth in order to endure the anger that sprang up from his limbs. With a dark face, he walked towards the classroom.

When passing by Ivan again, the black-haired boy quickly hooked his lower lip, opened and closed his lips, and said something, making the other person stare back at him while walking, and subconsciously stay away from him. a lot.

A faint smile flashed in the eyes of the second-year Slytherin, and the arc of his lips was fleeting. He stopped paying attention to the other party and walked in the direction of Draco.

The books dropped on the floor next to the small leather shoes that Draco was wearing, when he bent over to pick them up, the other party had already walked up to him quickly, squatting on the spot, helping him pick up the books one by one with a calm expression , looked up at him while handing it over.

The moment Draco met his eyes, Draco seemed to have figured out something, but also seemed to have figured out nothing.

As soon as the light-blond boy reached out to take it, Ivan stood up again, planning to walk around him without saying a word, as if he wasn't the one who shot for his teammate just now.

Just two steps away, Draco reached out and wanted to grab his sleeve.

While Ivan raised his hand to avoid it reflexively, he stopped, turned to look at him, and motioned him to speak if he had something to say.

Draco put the book back into the schoolbag, hugged the schoolbag, took two steps forward, stared at Ivan's indifferent blue eyes, an impulse from somewhere made him ask:

"Why are you always helping me?"

He thought he was special before, but just now seeing his calm expression from beginning to end, Draco felt inexplicably—he helped him not because of anything special, but as if he was fulfilling some obligation.

It stands to reason that whether their teammate relationship can continue to exist in the next official game is still a question. Why does Ivan still make exceptions to help him in his affairs again and again, instead of making an exception for everything like in school? Maintain an attitude of staying out of it?

He remembered where he had heard that there was a dispute between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin in the corridor before, and Ivan would not react even if he passed by—if that Gryffindor would not be short The words that will pull him into the battle situation.

Ivan listened to his question and looked at him for a while without speaking.

The wizards around kept passing by, casting their gazes at them strangely, wondering what the two of them were doing with this attitude of having a long conversation outside the classroom door.

After a long time, Ivan took another step towards the classroom for the next class, sighed and said softly, "Shut up, why are there so many. Let's go, I'm going to be late for class."

Draco stared at his back, followed his pace, the light in his silver-gray eyes gradually dimmed.

He sat next to Ivan in the whole class and was exceptionally silent, writing and drawing on the paper with his head depressed. The parchment was almost scratched by the sharp tip of the quill pen.

At the moment when the bell rang for the end of get out of class, he suddenly turned his head to look at Ivan. Those silver-gray eyes were sharper than ever before, so that Ivan almost thought that what he saw was the Della he met ten years later. division.

"...It's because of that drop of blood, isn't it?" The sharpness in his eyes just flashed, and then he changed to focus, staring at Ivan's eyes closely, with that rare expression on his face that he must get an answer. firm.

Ivan didn't really feel like answering that question because he wasn't sure how Draco would react when he heard the truth - but he didn't really feel like lying either.

"If I say yes, what are you going to do?" Ivan asked lightly, and just after he finished speaking, he realized how familiar his question was.

Time and space are intertwined. Ten years ago, he was slapped with this question by Draco ten years later, but now he said this sentence to the current Draco.

Draco was very disappointed.

He didn't know how to describe the terrible feeling that suddenly surged up in his heart, which was more desperate than seeing the interaction between Ivan and the vampire who looked like Cedric.

It's as if the other party has personally admitted——

"So you never regarded me as a friend, did you?" The light-blond-haired boy put away the arrogance he should have when he treated his peers, and even all the underage wizards, like the most ordinary 11 Like a [-]-year-old boy, he thought he could get the other party's approval.

So I never really knew you either.

Draco didn't realize that it was just his own wishful thinking in the end.

A nameless anger sprang up from the bottom of his heart. He looked at the silent boy, and there was a smile on his lips. That kind of cold and sarcastic smile, he didn't know whether he was laughing at the other party or himself. The proud mask that only belonged to Master Malfoy reappeared on his face.

He slowly stood up from his seat, even patted his sleeves which were not stained with any table dust, picked up his bag, and said to Ivan unhurriedly:

"Thank you for your clarification, please let me go out for a while."

He thought he would be very angry, and might even get so excited that he wanted to draw out his wand to fight Ivan, but he turned out to be unexpectedly calm.

It was as if the fire lingering in his heart had been frozen by the indifference in the other party's eyes.

He has always been proud, since the other party never needs his friendship, then he will pretend that he has not given it.

After taking a step forward, he paused for a moment, and said without looking back:

"I'll give it back to you." If I could, I'd definitely give it back to you.

The situation was just as Ivan expected, but he didn't understand what made Draco so excited all of a sudden, so he immediately threw the question between them.

To be honest, if it was because he regretted not getting Aurora's blood at the beginning, if it was because he didn't want Aurora's blood to be obtained by other races, but after seeing the reaction of the person involved, he would know ——

In fact, everyone in their family didn't care that much about it.

Rarely, Ivan's good mood all morning fell back to normal in an instant. He stared fixedly at the back of the first-year Slytherin, and silently tapped the armrest of the chair with his right index finger.

I don't know why, although everything they talked about just now is the truth, but he always wants to refute it.

What to refute?

You don't need to give it back to me?

Or is it not entirely because of the drop of dragon's blood?

There was a rare flash of confusion in Ivan's eyes.