[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Draco finally really felt the inexplicable affinity in himself. He never thought that one day he would meet a cute and sticky little owl when he went out to watch Ilvermorny's Quidditch training .

A small ball of pure white fell on the palm of his hand like a soft cloud, which made him dare not bring any strength to his palm, for fear that such a fragile and cute little thing would be frightened.

However, this little guy is not afraid of his appearance, he kicks and follows him, so lively that he can even be seen bouncing around on the dinner table.

Watching it trying to stand on the edge of the smooth silver cup, poking its head out to peck the water, and then falling into the cup, if other owls did this, Master Malfoy would have frowned.

At this moment, he just fished it out with a smile, put it on a clean plate and filled it with water, and didn't mind the way this new pet came to the table to eat with him.

It's because this owl is so cute that even many Ilvermorny girls at the same table couldn't control their gazes. During the meal, several of them came over to ask him if they could touch this little cutie.

Then they were all rejected by Master Malfoy with a smile, so they had no choice but to sigh with regret while sitting in their seats, holding a fork and poking the things on the plate to their mouths, their eyes glued to the snow-white fur. The dumpling couldn't move at all.

The little owl is obviously very satisfied with his charming charm. After eating and drinking, he still walks back and forth on the table with his slender claws like a mountain patroller. He tilts his head from time to time and looks at the Draco, chirp twice to be cute.

However, it quickly felt a very presence-like gaze, which was enough to make its small body tremble three times, as if a big devil suddenly came from behind

The little owl with ADHD suddenly stopped moving, and turned its head carefully and slowly until it met the light blue eyes of the man in the distance——

Chirp!God!Isn't this the two-legged monster who spared my life today!

What to do, what to do, did he find out that I was playing dead before? ?

The little owl shuddered, and turned its head back stiffly and tremblingly. The wet black eyes looked pitiful, hesitant and helpless, enough to make all the girls in Ilvermorny flooded with maternal love in an instant. .

Draco, who was always paying attention to its situation, of course noticed its abnormality. He watched it motionless, but his whole body exuded that unlovely decadence. Even though he knew that it couldn't understand his words, he still asked: "What's wrong?"

When he asked a question, he still didn't forget to look around on the long table, wondering what caused this cute little owl to suddenly wilt into a dehydrated bean sprout.

Immediately afterwards, he unexpectedly met someone's light eyes.

Draco looked away instantly, thinking that this man would not be so bored as to have trouble with a bird, and at that time in that imaginary world, he had shown great kindness to animals.

The shrewd little guy always pays attention to this little friend who exudes a friendly and comfortable smell. The pair of black eyes inlaid on the little head successfully captured his performance after facing the big devil.

It's over, and the new friends can't beat the big devil.

It lowered its head in grief, reluctantly thinking about how to get rid of the death gaze of the big devil with its new little friend.

The little owl uttered a few sad chirps, which made people feel very heartbroken, and then under the eyes of everyone——

It hangs its head, like a child who has done something wrong, with heavy steps - no one knows how its light and nimble body can hold such superb acting skills - step by step towards the other direction of the long table go.

It seemed to bear the weight it shouldn't have at its age.

The black-haired young man put the knife and fork on both sides of the dinner plate, narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched the funny little guy walking towards him. Because of the terrifying aura on his body, he rarely saw the little guy walking towards him. Animals get close to themselves.After transforming into a dragon, his control over this kind of aura has been strengthened a lot, but just now he didn't deliberately restrain himself, he really wanted to know how this little guy mustered up the courage to go to his side.

In fact, the little owl was already trembling when it was about half a meter away from him.

This big, big, big devil wasn't so scary in the afternoon!

Is he really going to eat me?

The little owl, suffering from fear and uneasiness, exhausted the greatest courage in his life to stand in front of Ivan, and even the sound he made was pitifully weak:

"Don't, don't, don't eat, can we? Neither he nor I taste good..."

The other students who couldn't understand the owl language could only hear its faint chirping, and walked around between Ivan and Draco blankly, and finally landed on the little white owl. Where did this show come from.

Of course Draco didn't understand what the situation was, as one of the parties involved, he was no less confused than the crowd!

Who will tell him why the adorable little cutie he picked up ran in Ivan's direction? ? ?Did you say that all the birds in the world are afraid of him? ? ?

Ivan, who was followed by many eyes, obviously didn't care about them, he just looked down at the guy in front of him who was so scared to death and dared to come in front of him, suddenly felt... the little guy is so cowardly and wants to stick to him The appearance is inexplicably familiar.

Then he casually gave an "um", which was regarded as the answer to the question it had just asked.

As long as he wanted to, let alone animals, even the magical plants in the Hogwarts greenhouse could understand him.

Hearing his reply, the little owl, whose eyes were almost closed in fright, looked at him with round eyes in disbelief, as if suspecting that he was hallucinating just now.

It tentatively hopped on the spot twice, testing the edge of the boss's anger - and was pleasantly surprised to find that the boss, who had promised not to eat it and his new friend, did not show any signs of getting angry!

The little cutie is resurrected in situ!

Even the voice has returned to its old charm, and I even feel like I can hum the beautiful voice of a nightingale!What a versatile owl!

It hummed happily, tap-dancing, and contentedly took another step in Draco's direction.

Many students on the long table in Ilvermorny who heard its singing: ...I didn't expect you to be such a cutie.

cute!die!up!

Just as it was about to leave, the boss behind him said another sentence:

"Aren't you still looking for Dad this afternoon? Did you find it?"

The students' attention shifted from the owl to him, and there was an inexplicable awe in their eyes: As expected of a dragon boss, even the owl language is level ten!

The little owl was reminded of the sad matter, lowered his head and gave a sad 'tweet' twice, then looked back at him.After thinking about it, he pushed the plate containing the small desserts in front of him, and raised his head to give him an order. Thinking of his terrifying aura, the crisp sound that came out brought a bit of flattery:

"Chirp!" Please eat delicious food!

Don't ask me about my sorrows!I won't tell you that my father didn't want me because I didn't learn to fly!It says so inwardly.

There was a slight smile on Ivan's lips, and his brows were raised.He who had already finished his meal unexpectedly took out another pastry from the pastry plate for the first time, wondering if he had accepted the owl's bribe.

Draco, who was not far away, heard his words, and roughly knew that he had seen this little owl before, but he was happier seeing the little owl bouncing back to him than when he was beside that person Many, I can't help but feel better for a while.

Hmph, so what about the big boss of the dragon clan, even the big boss of the dragon clan can't raise such a cute bird!

However, Draco didn't expect that it was this little cutie that made his slap so fast.

Because at noon the next day, he found that this lively and cute little guy had gone on a hunger strike, and he was frowning in the dormitory without feeding young owls, and was deadlocked with the feed he got from the goblins who managed the school's owl house.

The little guy yelled at him weakly and pitifully, as weak as if he was about to lose his breath in a second.

"I don't want to eat such unpalatable things like them. I want a high-end luxury lunch spree! A spree!"

However, the young master Malfoy, who had a zero level of owl language, could not understand it, nor did he understand why this guy suddenly weakened.

After half an hour, one person and one bird finally discovered the problem of language barrier, and then they stared wide-eyed for a long time. Draco was surprised to find that the bird seemed to want to express the same point as himself:

I need a tenth-level translator!

The first person that popped into my mind was a certain indifferent young man with black hair and blue eyes. After hesitating for a while, Draco resigned himself to his fate with the little owl and knocked on the door of Ivan's dormitory with great reluctance. .

Immediately after the young man opened the door, he saw the 'dying' little guy in his hand, and the little guy who was supposed to finish his own image secretly opened one eye while the little friend was not paying attention. , blinked at Ivan.

Draco cleaned up the reluctance on his face, but he couldn't hide the awkwardness in his tone:

"It...it didn't eat at noon today, and kept barking at me. Can you...help me find out what's going on?"

Although the words were polite, the annoyance on his face because he had to turn to Ivan for help appeared vividly in his eyes.

A few seconds later, the little owl found that after the little friend babbled and groaned strangely, the big guy ignored his cute and righteous little gesture with a blank face, and said:

"It's playing dead."

a bolt from the blue!Plastic boss love!

The little owl jumped up from Draco's palm in an instant, staring blankly at the boss who ruthlessly exposed his acting skills.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Owl: Do you still see me as a moth!

Ivan: ...No, only wives.

Draco: ...

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Ah, when I think about them starting to raise children before they are together, I can't help but feel that this is the most peculiar routine I have ever written!