[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Draco was walking among the eggs of magical creatures all over the mountains, and the moment he was allowed to enter the venue, he finally understood the meaning of Ivan's words.

A ray of surprise flashed very quickly in the eyes of the light blond boy, and the fluctuations in the silver-gray pupils were very shallow. The students nearby were busy lowering their heads to appraise eggs, and there was a long distance between them and the referees in the distance. Didn't notice this change in him either.

He clenched his right fist subconsciously, as if he wanted to grab something suddenly, his heart beat abnormally in his ear, and he said slowly in his heart: That's it.

Wearing a high-quality black-and-green wizard robe, the boy's light-blond hair is combed meticulously behind his head. Compared with other busy contestants who are rushing through or looking down at the eggs of magical creatures, he is like a The young master who broke into the studios of archaeological wizards in the magic world.

Keeping his lower jaw slightly raised, he stood at the edge of the field with his arms folded, his gaze passing by the wizards present one by one, and on his slightly pale face, the dignified expression was gone again. The impatience that floated on the surface was surprisingly calm.

It's just so out of his style.

Even he himself felt that his mental quality at the moment was a bit outrageous.

It stands to reason that this should be regarded as a project that can embarrass all the students in the audience——

It not only makes many knowledgeable students feel that they are really stretched, but also makes some students who plan to rely on luck seem to fall into the hellish probability of buying lottery tickets in an instant.

His eyes fell on the white egg not far from him, and he felt the faint aura emanating from it, and he seemed to be able to see a vague image floating in front of him, playing a video about A picture of the creature from birth to death.

It seems to be an ordinary boa constrictor.

His eyes fell on the egg next to it, which was also white, and he looked away after a while, and came to a conclusion very calmly in his heart: crocodile eggs.

It’s the same feeling after seeing many eggs in a row. This strange feeling of opening and hanging made him wonder for a moment whether he was possessed by a certain dragon, or why it was smooth sailing in the game all of a sudden?

Suddenly, his eyes drifted to the auditorium.

After such a long distance, he suddenly felt that the other party's line of sight seemed to be right.

Startled, Draco turned his eyes back as if electrocuted, and looked down at the magical creature egg under his feet, not knowing how the strange awkward feeling in his heart came out.

At this moment, a kind voice sounded next to him: "Do you need help?"

Those who can ask such a question in the competition are usually students of their own academy, not to mention that this voice is no stranger to him.He looked up, and Hufflepuff, who was wearing a black wizard robe, was smiling at him, with a gentle breath that would not allow anyone who had seen another vampire who looked the same to misidentify them, unlike Gryffindor's. Like twins.

help?

Draco blinked subconsciously, then thought of something, and looked up at the standings of the four major colleges floating in the referee's seat, Hogwarts ranked second.

As for the points on the personal list next to it, No. 1 should have been written with the name of Ivan Arman, but it has become Ron Weasley with a red background.

He subconsciously said to the Hufflepuff in front of him who was asking himself: "Want to cooperate?"

what?

Cedric was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that he took the olive branch from the college snake who was always used to being alone.

Then, in the slightly rising and protracted questioning voice of the other party, he vaguely felt that he had found a powerful partner.

"Do you know which magical creatures are more valuable in the market? I mean, just look for them in the books you've read."

While talking, he paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on a certain egg, and he couldn't even move it away.

The subtle and familiar feeling inside, even made his blood boil, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

in the audience.

Ivan suddenly seemed to lose interest in the game, lowered his head to play with the snow-white owl, and even listened to the different sounds it made leisurely, just like an audience sitting at the Animal World concert.

I don't know what Letas learned in the forest last night, imitating a bunch of bird calls vividly.

As a result, after learning those mellow and pleasant sounds, it suddenly made a bunch of small chirping sounds.

Then its audience suddenly turned into a music teacher, correcting it solemnly: "Don't learn the sparrow's voice, Letas, it's very noisy."

The teaching of the dragon and the owl caused the attention of the vampire next to him to shift to this side, and he didn't understand why he came here so leisurely and elegant.

Then he suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the S.H.I.E.L.D.—"

He deliberately paused, and while drawing Ivan's attention, he pulled out a wand as if he remembered something, and cast a spell around him.

When Edward realized that the other party was still a wizard, Ivan put away his wand and said slowly in his strange eyes:

"It's almost the end of the term, it's time to review."

It can be regarded as an explanation of what can be done with a wave of the hand, why he took the trouble to draw out the wand.

Then he continued what the other party had just said: "Well, you reminded me that I should be able to consider submitting an exit report next week-if they have this."

Use it and throw it away?

Such a sentence appeared in Edward's mind subconsciously, and then he realized: It seems that Ivan has never used any of their resources?

The only thing I want to say is that because I happened to be a member, I happened to be involved in a big battle unluckily, and then I just took the opportunity to transform into a dragon and succeed?

Hey, so far-fetched.

Of course, he agreed with his friend's decision--after all, when Ivan agreed to join, he felt that it was not good to get too involved with this organization.

"You can have this." He folded his hands against his chin, stared at the distant plain scene seriously with his handsome white face with almost no trace of blood, and replied to his friend's words very seriously.

"Don't shout slogans here, stay away from them, Edward, the cooperation between the Cullen family and them can be terminated." Ivan touched the little owl lightly, and the words he said were the same. There is almost no emotion, but it cannot be ignored by the vampire next to it.

Edward's attention was finally pulled back from the arena. After staring at him for three seconds, a familiar gentle smile appeared on his face, and his gray-blue eyes showed the emotion of familiarity. .As if he knew that he couldn't hide it from him, he chuckled lightly and said:

"I thought you only cared about one thing every day. How could you pay extra attention to me, your poor friend?"

Ivan didn't joke with him. There was never much emotion in his light blue eyes, just like the color in a watercolor dish that is constantly diluted with water to the point that it is almost invisible when sprinkled on the canvas. After squinting at him, it doesn't matter. Said slowly:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has an inner ghost, which has been heavily infiltrated by Hydra, and Hydra has been involved in previous alien villains and missing persons cases in various worlds some time ago."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and saw the young man on the field and the staff around him pointing to the dragon egg and explaining that he would use this to participate in the competition, the corners of his lips softened a little.

It was only later that I remembered what I said just now, and continued seamlessly: "Don't block his way, Edward."

What he said was a bit out of line, if someone who doesn't understand this kind of euphemism, he would think that he missed something just now.

Edward only felt his throat tighten, and his gray-blue eyes instantly turned golden. He turned his head to look at Ivan, and after a while, he squeezed out a smile and asked, "How do you know?"

"Do you mean that I know the purpose of the Volturi family, or the history of your vampire world?" The vampire who was suddenly poked into the family secret was extremely surprised, but his friend remained calm and indifferent as always, even talking At that time, his tone was inexplicably mocking because of the coolness.

Before he could answer, Ivan replied blankly: "Because I'm not mentally retarded."

In that expressionless face, Edward seemed to see the other party's mentally handicapped evaluation hidden in the words thrown towards him.

As if he were.

Edward felt that his sharp teeth were a little itchy, but looking at the dragon opposite him, he felt that no matter how itchy he was, he could only hold back—otherwise the other party would not mind letting him have two fangs.

In the end, he could only let out a sigh of resignation.

"Ivan, I'm afraid even the same clan can't stand your temper?" After a long time, this gentle vampire cared about his future affairs gently and tactfully.

Ivan glanced at him indifferently, as if he saw through the gritted teeth under his smile, and after a long while, somehow, he calmly said:

"Don't worry, my future partner will only have a worse temper than me."

Edward: ...for a while, I don't know where to complain?

He hesitated for a while, before throwing out a sentence: "Then, I wish you happiness?"

Ivan was caught off guard and choked back. He and Edward looked at each other for three seconds, and it was rare for him to reflect on why he brought the topic to such a weird place.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason. He stood up and walked towards the aisle next to the auditorium. His friend who was left behind asked him, "Don't you finish watching?"

Without looking back, he said: "There is nothing to watch in a game that knows the ending."

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: ...you actually think I'll be worse-tempered than you? ? ?

Ivan: So you admit that you are my future object?

Draco: ...Go away, there's nothing to talk about.