[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Ivan took the black notebook he threw, looked down at his fair face, took half a step back, and said softly:

"Let's talk."

When Draco heard his words, his eyes that didn't want to meet him moved back.He wasn't used to Ivan's height at the moment, so he stepped back a little bit, and with just a slight lift of his head, the aura that belonged to him slowly appeared on his body.

He pulled his lower lip, and his silver-gray eyes carried the arrogance of the heir to the Malfoy family—he didn't know why, but he would show this expression in front of this person who had become more powerful than before, obviously before facing the young man Ivan, he always felt that the other party's aura of not being close to strangers was too strong, and he couldn't help but feel the chills on his back.

"What are you talking about? With our relationship, it seems unnecessary, right?"

Of course Ivan knew that this matter would not be so easy to pass.

But he was not in a hurry, knowing that this matter had to be bypassed so that their relationship could slowly get back on track—or in other words, the track he wanted.

The black-haired young man didn't even raise his brows, and his face didn't change much after hearing his words. He just continued to narrate as plainly as a declarative sentence:

"It's related to the extra points you got in the game before."

The light-blond haired Slytherin froze for a moment, hesitation and confusion appeared on his small face with a slightly pointed chin, as if he was judging whether what he said was true.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that the man seemed to disdain lying.

Isn't it because he didn't even want to perfunctory you at the beginning, so now he seems to be trying his best to explain it here?

— though Draco didn't know what made him make the change.

"What's wrong with the gemstone on the forehead of the horned water snake?" He slightly restrained the impatience and hostility on his face, and rarely looked at the young man in front of him who had changed his appearance seriously.

Ivan didn't continue talking, and his eyes moved towards the direction of the room, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

To talk, or not to talk?

Draco gritted his molars silently, not understanding why he was so interested in him, as if he wanted to restore his impression points back to positive.

but!Don't take advantage of the cheap bastard!Malfoy never let go of the benefits at his fingertips. With a sullen face, he strode towards the other party's sofa with big strides.

Edward, who was supposed to be sitting on one of the single sofas, was nowhere to be seen. Only the two cups of tea on the table still showed traces of remnants.

Ivan had already noticed his friend's departure, so he walked to the table and moved the cup of tea aside, waved his magic wand to clean it up, took out another cup from the cabinet, and re-brewed the tea slowly.

But this time, the guest on the opposite side waited impatiently for him to slowly make tea for himself, and almost couldn't wait to frown and ask questions as soon as he got to the sofa:

"What happened to that jewel?"

Ivan didn't care about his impatience. He lowered his eyes halfway, allowing the long and straight eyelashes to block half of the light in his eyes. The profile of his profile was very three-dimensional, but it was much softened by the light from the window.

That voice seemed to be warmed by the sun. The coldness that could not be removed from his body quietly melted away. The unique voice between a mature man and a teenager made Draco feel a lingering strangeness. .

"That long-horned water snake voluntarily gave you the gem between its foreheads because it was interested in you."

For a moment Draco thought he was hallucinating.

Although he originally expected that what the other party said might not be a good thing, but he was habitually stunned when he heard the news.

No matter how many times he was stared at by these inexplicable magical creatures, he felt that he might never be able to get used to this kind of thing.

Master Malfoy, who was unwilling to accept the facts, looked at the other party, and asked slowly:

"What do you mean by being interested in me...?"

The answer on the lips of the young man paused, and replaced with another more straightforward words:

"That's right, it's courting you."

Draco had to work really hard not to overturn the small table with the kettle boiling in front of him.

However, a hundred tables have already been blown away in my heart!

Snake spirits, you magical creatures!Why do you fall in love with this young master at the slightest disagreement!I know I'm good-looking, but can't I have some normal human suitors!

Immediately afterwards, he stared at the boss opposite, and suddenly realized a problem:

Obviously, when the other party was in the human form before, he still loved to ignore him. Why did he start a 180-degree change in attitude after being transformed into a dragon?

Do you really have any attraction to these strange creatures?

While thinking this way, Draco's eyes showed alertness and...

And the unbelievable feeling of seeing a pervert.

Even if he was well-informed, he still couldn't quite understand the changing eyes of the other party - if it wasn't because his expression didn't change too much, he might have looked at the other party blankly and puzzled at this time.

Ivan was silent for a few seconds before asking in that polite tone:

"Would you mind telling me what that look in your eyes means?"

When Draco met his pale eyes that were almost emotionless, he looked away a little awkwardly, cleared his throat and said, "It's nothing, you continue."

I was really crazy just now, when did I guess the idea of ​​this dragon correctly, I'd better stay away after asking this question.

After strengthening his belief, Draco looked down at the table between them in great silence, watching the hot tea being pushed by the other party, but he was staring at the scene outside the window in a daze from the corner of his eye.

While letting your thoughts fly wildly, while listening to what the other person said: "After the game is over, I suggest you return this gift to it—if you don't want to be entangled."

Of course he didn't want to be entangled, but what he was more curious about was, are all magical creatures so polite these days?

Sending gifts and accepting returns?Such a gentleman doesn't seem to match his cognition.

"Just give it back?" Draco smelled the faint smell of black tea in the teacup. The smell was very light, just like the character of the other party. When you thought you were touching him, he quietly retreated.When you suspect that you have never met it before, the scent lingers in your nose again, telling you that it was actually your illusion just now.

He completely lost interest in drinking tea, and fell back in the chair, as if he couldn't get motivated, and confirmed his sentence listlessly.

Ivan pinched the small ears of the white porcelain cup, brought the tea to his lips, took a sip, looked at the clear tea soup in the cup, and replied:

"Ah."

Of course it's not that simple, but Draco doesn't need to be involved in the next thing.

Draco bounced up from the spot as if completing the mission, turned around and wanted to leave, but just as he took a step, he remembered what he had mentioned with the other party before, thinking that maybe he would be able to solve this problem when he became stronger, and turned his back to He asked softly:

"Do you have a solution to what you said before?"

Ivan put down the teacup and stopped for half a beat, turned his head slightly, and looked at the boy's back—it seemed that after the relationship was frozen, he always saw the other party's back again and again—and also slowed down his voice, It almost gives people the illusion of sincerity and tenderness.

"I'm very sorry."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "It won't cause you any more trouble, I promise." With his current strength, he can already make such a guarantee.

In this world, apart from dragon slayers, no existence would be willing to be an enemy of a dragon.

For some reason, Draco seemed to recognize the weight of the other party's promise.This kind of inexplicable understanding made him feel very uncomfortable. He obviously wanted to stay farther away from Ivan, but why did he seem to be getting closer without knowing it?

Why should he understand!

The light blond boy felt a little irritable and frantic in his heart. He didn't know that this was also the faint resonance among the dragons brought by the dragon blood in his body. He only knew that he could even vaguely feel the weight of the other party's words.

What is the dragon going to do?

To warn all the magical creatures in the world who have his way?

Draco looked up at the ceiling. Every inch of Ilvermorny's school was exquisite with its own unique characteristics. Even the wallpaper in the student dormitory was very beautiful, which was completely different from Hogwarts.Those cute thunderbirds were printed on the wallpaper, all staring at him with their little wings spread out.

"What do you want?" Even though he knew that the other party might have everything, Draco asked deliberately and indifferently.

Ivan didn't understand his words at first, but later he understood that he wanted to treat this matter as a deal.

That way you don't owe yourself a favor.

He really didn't seem to realize before that this young master Malfoy whom he once despised, that person who would be frightened and at a loss in the face of a powerful enemy - would say such things in front of himself one day.

After thinking hard for a while, he chuckled lightly, and the voice was scattered in the air, making it almost impossible for the other party to catch it.

"Let's take the first place in the game."

"What?" Draco turned to look at him in astonishment, not quite understanding how the other party could make such a strange request when it was clearly such a formulaic transaction.

He was silent for a while and said, "Why, are you going to give up No. [-]? Don't say such things, it will easily give me the illusion that you care about me."

Ivan found that Draco was really good at being irritating when it came to sharp teeth.

... Now he won't lose the fight with Gryffindor, right?

"Well, come on." He responded casually, no longer explained, just looked at the cup of tea on the other's table, and thought about a question.

How bad is my tea?

Without touching each one?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Tea: What did I do wrong? ?Disliked like this?

Edward + Draco: It's not your fault, it's someone else.

Someone: ...? ? ? ?At a loss? ? ?