[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Ilvermorny, inside the principal's office.

The planners who participated in the content of the International Friendship Tournament all frowned and looked at the content of the next game. The previous first item was forcibly interrupted, and the cost of re-cultivating a dark forest is too high. Obviously, the score can only be calculated based on the unique The one-third of the rounds that have been awarded will be decided.

After negotiations between the principals of several schools, it was officially decided to disqualify Ivan Arman from the competition and be replaced by Ron Weasley, who was postponed from Hogwarts.

Maybe it's because they think that the low-grade students who have been eliminated really don't have too much strength. After all, they really don't believe that the low-grade students in Hogwarts can still have Ivan's blood against the sky, and they are hanged. s student?

Since Ron did not participate in this competition, the score is not easy to count, and he cannot be allowed to participate again. After several discussions, it was finally decided to give him Ivan's score.

After obtaining Ivan's consent, the contest party sent an invitation letter to the youngest son of the Weasley family who was studying hard on the Hogwarts campus.

Ron's first reaction when he received the letter was: Merlin finally took care of me!

Neville and Seamus, who pulled the entire Gryffindor dormitory together, celebrated in the common room for a long time. Even Percy, who has always been rigid and well-behaved, acquiesced in their revelry until late, and ran to owl the next day. After the shed wrote to his family to tell the good news, Ron asked his friend Harry about the previous game through the internationally connected Floo network.

He thought happily in his heart, after going to Ilvermorny, Harry will be surprised by his arrival!

However, when he knew what happened on the field——

Ron solidified into a wax figure in Professor McGonagall's class.

What a blessing to be able to participate in this competition!He was clearly named by the God of Death!

Inside the Ilvermorny campus.

After Edward fell from a high place to the green grass below, he met a familiar young man head-on. The two people who were almost [-]% similar in appearance were both stunned for a while, and then somehow showed a friendly smile to each other at the same time.

The skin of the young man standing in the shadows was very white, almost bloodless, and the man in the sun exuding warmth seemed to be cut into two by the dividing line of light and shadow in front of him.

There was a bit of surprise and unspeakable entanglement in the smile overflowing from Edward's lips:

"...Wow, I almost thought I was in front of a mirror."

If it weren't for the human breath on the other party's body, the smell of blood under the veins, and the fleeting voices he could hear still reminding him.

Cedric smiled and nodded, took a long breath, patted his chest and said, "Actually, I thought so too."

Although their hairstyles, dressing styles, and maturity are somewhat different, they really don't resemble each other to this extent, but Cedric will be very surprised at how similar he is to each other.

I heard that vampires can have a very long lifespan. Could it be that the other party is... the... old ancestor of my ancestors? ? ?

Cedric still held a handful of strangely shaped little flowers in his hand. He carefully picked out the deeds of the family members that his father said during the holidays in his memory, thought of one, looked up at the person opposite, and thought about it again. One, look up again.

Edward blinked, his gray-blue eyes were slightly closed because he was looking at someone against the light.But the smile on his face didn't fade away, he just asked, "What's wrong?"

Cedric hesitated to ask this question, whether he would appear impolite.

Edward could easily hear the point of his subtle pause.

"You want to ask if I have any blood relationship with you?"

Hearing the doubt asked by the other party, Cedric stretched out his hand and scratched his hair embarrassingly, and saw that although the other party was in the shadows, except for the unique indifference of the whole body, there was still a smile on his face. Temperature, this Hufflepuff chose to admit this doubt honestly.

He nodded and added: "If you don't mind."

Although there is no friendship between them, and the only intersection they have had was just a little effort during the summer school, but perhaps it is the wonderful connection between the two of them that made them happily in Ilvermorny. chat all afternoon.

Cedric is also very interested in herbalism, because this special magical flower will bloom in Ilvermorny School this season, and it has medicinal value, so he will come out to bask in the sun and collect some.

Edward told him about his memories of when he was a human being, and saw a little white blooming secretly in the corner of the far wall with sharp eyes.He walked over there, bent down, stopped the topic he was talking about halfway, and asked, "Are you looking for this? How do you get it?"

Cedric froze for a moment, then looked at him with a quick smile and said, "Yes, just cut off the stem. It has a lot of vitality and will grow back next year."

Edward himself is not a boring person, but he is not interested in most of the human beings who can see through his mind. The story is told with a sense of humor, which perfectly avoids the psychological gap after he became a vampire.

Now chatting with this young wizard for a long time, and listening to the various activities that flashed in his heart, he was surprised to find that the young man in front of him was really unexpected——

Consistent inside and out.

Different from his decayed soul hidden under his immortal face, the sunshine of this young man shines from his soul, shining as brightly as the sun in the sky.

He found that the world of wizards can always bring him many surprises.

But he was in a good mood, and Cedric showed a very sorry expression.Although the other party didn't say anything, he caught the trace of deliberately suppressed and hidden nostalgia that came out of the words.While secretly thinking in my heart that I shouldn't ask the other party such privacy, I racked my brains to think about whether there is any happy thing that can be exchanged for listening to the story.

Of course, the handsome vampire could easily see his thoughts, as if he heard his voice, which was almost the same as his own, and whispered these words in that annoyed tone.

But he didn't expose it, waiting for the other party to tell him something interesting - it's rare to find a wizard who doesn't hide his thoughts is so cute.

A week later, inside the library of Ilvermorny.

The students sat quietly on the self-study table, holding quill pens, and rustlingly writing something on the parchment.Rows of tall bookshelves filled with ancient books have subtle familiarity and similarities with Hogwarts, but also have Ilvermorny's own characteristics.

For example, the library has been divided into several areas. Except for the students studying in the general reading area to study quietly, the discussion area separated by a wall has a free and relaxed atmosphere.

Compared with Hogwarts, a world controlled by Mrs. Pince, which only allows silence, the educational atmosphere of Ilvermorny appears to be more diverse.

In addition to the long tables and benches in the self-study room, there are also round tables and small sofas, on which there will always be a pot of warm tea, allowing students to debate freely while moistening their throats—— Goblins are rarely seen in castles, yet their services are ubiquitous.

The recent Ilvermorny library discussion area is much more popular than usual, because members of the International Friendship Tournament of several magic schools will discuss the content of the competition-related items in this area, although everyone will behave politely not to disturb each other , but there are always some students who already have a certain fan base here because they are exceptionally good.

"Don't you think that second-year with light blonde hair in Hogwarts looks good?" Farthest away from the round table where Hogwarts students gather, a girl from Goblin College is absent-mindedly doing her homework, but glances at her from time to time. Glancing at the group of people in the distance, he shared with his friends.

"I heard that he is one of the oldest pure-blood family heirs in Europe. Of course, their family is more famous for their wealthy family property—" Another girl obviously has a lot of experience in this field, and immediately crackled Shake out the other party's family background.

Then the two of them looked at each other, and at the same time saw the same answer from each other's eyes:

Rich and good looking.

It's over, such a boy is like a foul.

"However, there is another one that is also very powerful!" After they immersed themselves for a while, the girl who knew a lot of gossip information added again.

Before she could speak, another girl interrupted impatiently by waving her hand: "Wake up, people of different races cannot fall in love!"

At this moment, Ivan came out from the reading area next door. Instead of wearing the Hogwarts uniform, he was wearing the shirt and denim trousers that No-Majs prefer.Because he is not attending classes at Hogwarts now, no one requires him to wear a formal attire, and because Ilvermorny's style of study is free, no one will talk to him about this problem.

With one hand in his pocket and a book in the other hand, he walked to the round table where Hogwarts students had a meeting and sat down.

"...Didn't you quit the game?" Draco, who was next to him, was originally quite disinterested and impatient with this kind of meeting.Seeing him sitting next to him at this time, he subconsciously sat up straight, his silver-gray eyes locked on the target, and couldn't help but ask.

Speaking of this, he was very angry. If it weren't for the meeting about the next competition held two days ago, he would have no idea about this guy's retirement!

Hmph, he knew that the appearance that this guy wanted to return to his relationship with him was all just pretending!

"Because I think he can provide some effective advice about the next game. Do you have any questions?" The senior Slytherin spoke. He curled his index finger with one hand, tapped the table, and looked at Draco on the opposite side.

The meaning in his eyes is obvious: the conflict between you is the business of both of you, but don't let it affect Hogwarts.

Draco's throat rolled for a long time, and he replied stiffly: "...No."

He leaned back on the back of the chair again, with displeasure written all over his small face: How amazing is the boss of the Dragon Clan?

He doesn't want to hug the thigh of the dragon boss!

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

How to fall in love with different races?

Draco: Talk about shit.

Ivan: ...Huh?You look at me and say it again.

Someone who is slowly turning back into Slytherin: ...I mean, talking... can still be talked about.