[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Christmas is coming soon.

If it was at Hogwarts, the temperature was already very low when the second project was held, but Ilvermorny still felt that the coolness was just right when I walked outside the castle until December.

The students in Durmstrang chatted with the students next to the winter swimming activities during the meal, but given the shadow of the huge long-horned water snake in the first project, it is estimated that even if the water temperature is touching at the moment, they will not Will be interested in practicing the glorious tradition of the school.

The long table at Ilvermorny where Ivan was at today was extremely lively, but most of them were discussing a third-year report from Thunderbird Academy——

The black-haired young man was originally not interested in gossip, but when he got up and left the long table, he unexpectedly took a look at the transfer student who was recruited halfway.

Contrary to everyone's lively discussion, there were surprisingly few people around this transfer student.

But Ivan's gaze didn't arouse anyone's surprise, because most of Ilvermorny's students were paying attention to her—this is really an existence with too outstanding appearance, like a goddess who came out of ancient Greek mythology.

The golden wavy long hair has no variegation, the beautiful blue eyes are like the teardrops of the sea, the thick golden eyelashes are slightly hanging down, blocking the light that falls on the eyes, inexplicably evoking a melancholy and gentle temperament .Her complexion was as white as the marble at the entrance of a temple, and the light from the window behind her shone on her body, as if her whole body would glow.

That's why there was no one around that student. His appearance was so good that others didn't even dare to approach him casually. It seemed that he was only suitable for being a statue to watch from a distance.

It's so high-profile that it's even a little outrageous.

However, the man didn't care about the opinions of the people around him, and ate his meal with standard etiquette, but when the young man looked at him, he raised his head quite accurately and showed him a smile with crooked brows and eyes.

There was a sound of gasping from many corners of the Ilvermorny auditorium, and there was no other reason. The moment the goddess laughed, they all suspected that they had seen the divine light.

So much so that Ivan instantly attracted many attentions.

The appearance of the black-haired young man is not bad, but his usual aura is too strong, coupled with his identity as a dragon that is known to almost the entire wizarding world, few people pay attention to his appearance. With blue eyes, I felt a chill running down my back.

Ask ten people who have met him, and eight will be impressed by those eyes, which are almost devoid of human emotions. As for whether they are good-looking or not, about half of them will nod indiscriminately, and the remaining half are already afraid, let alone ask them Tell me how beautiful this description is.

It doesn't matter whether it is strong or not, it is purely the reason for the invisible suppression of the blood of the race.

So those eyes hurriedly fell on him and withdrew within three seconds.

When he was about to walk out of the auditorium, the handsome man who looked like a god descended from heaven also slowly dabbed his lips with a napkin, got up together, and headed towards the door with a clear purpose.

Ron looked at the back of the goddess leaving in disappointment, and almost poked the back of his hand with a fork, but Harry reminded him in time: "Hey, I'm back."

The black-haired Gryffindor was not like a good friend, his eyes were almost glued to the other person, and he shook his hand in front of him.Then the ginger-haired boy turned his head suddenly, and at the same time, his body recalled that he was eating, so the fork paused in the air, and the next moment it plunged into the back of the hand very smoothly, and the one was hooked away. The man with three souls and seven souls stopped for half a beat before screaming.

Harry clicked his tongue twice, showing a cute smile, with an innocent smile in his green eyes: "I think, this time you should be very sober."

Ron clutched the back of his hand, unable to say a word, his face was blushing - he didn't know if it was from watching the lover in his dream, or if it hurt.

It wasn't until Harry had seen enough of the show that he kindly accompanied him to the direction of the medical room.

And the good friend who had finally recovered from the pain, besides screaming, finally choked out a sentence, and almost frantically grabbed Harry's sleeve and said: "He is more powerful than Beauxbaton's Fleur Delacour." Beautiful...do you see it?"

Harry calmly turned his head and said to the Goblin Academy student who was intern in the medical room next to him, "Do you have any medicine for the brain here? I think my friend has more than trauma."

Ron ignored his words, tugged on his sleeve a little harder, and emphasized: "Delacour is so wonderfully attractive because of Veela blood, she is..." He gestured for a long time, I only squeezed out a description from my head that seemed to be stuffed with slugs in an instant:

"Pure natural!"

Harry heheed twice, but his friend's eyes expecting him to comment on something almost set him on fire, so he could only sigh and said, "Ron, wake up, don't dream."

After the first surprise, the black-haired Gryffindor had a bad intuition in his heart for some reason, as if it had sounded some hidden alarm in his mind.

In the next second, Ron blushed from his face to his neck, like a overcooked crab just out of the pot, and even stuttered: "You, you, don't talk nonsense, I, I, I am Just look... just look."

The second-year Gryffindor who was wearing glasses followed his wishes and spread his hands without sincerity, his green eyes were full of indifference: "Okay, just make yourself happy by deceiving yourself."

Outside the Ilvermorny Hall.

The black-haired young man in the Hogwarts school uniform put one hand in his pocket and walked carelessly. He was casually wearing only a shirt, a thin diamond-shaped plaid sweater vest, and ordinary slacks.But he couldn't bear it. His height and legs were as long as a standard clothes rack. Walking through the flickering light of the pillars in the corridor, his breath seemed to be filtered out by the soft light. At first glance, he looked like an excellent academician. Youth model.

However, if the camera cuts to not far behind him, you will find that the style of the painting has changed from the school supermodel to the goddess who came to the Parthenon ten thousand years ago——

Instantly switched from the human world to the theology channel.

A few familiar chirping sounds came from far ahead, and the black-haired young man bathed in sunlight narrowed his eyes, seeing the light-blond-haired boy approaching from afar.

After finding the rarest species—the gemstone dragon egg, Draco scored the highest score in the second item, and successfully left behind a group of students from the same school who usually thought he got this far by rubbing points. Entered the final with the first overall score.

Maybe it's because Ouhuang's aura is too strong, but in fact, he is still a young man who is still lying down and feels a little strangely embarrassed. It is surprising that he stayed in the library for a few days.

Master Malfoy, who is picking up a copy of "Guide to Breeding Owls", is naturally quite accomplished in looking like a dog, and he is also a person who can live off his skin and countless family properties——

However, at this time, when he saw two people walking in the light one behind the other in the distance, he was almost blinded by the daze.

If anyone in Ilvermorny can seriously evaluate his face under the domineering aura of Boss Ivan, then Draco will be second, and absolutely no one will dare to say first.

So he was shocked by the male and female models he saw on the catwalk, and instantly thought that he had read too much and had hallucinations.

What made him even more hallucinate that he was under some kind of curse was——

The person who was so beautiful that he seemed to have a divine light, who was not far behind Ivan, walked up to him with the light he forgot to take off, as if he didn't realize what kind of large-scale destruction weapon he was, and rushed Looking at the Malfoy boy with a particularly attractive grin, he made a self-introduction:

"I'm Ellen Austin from Thunderbird Academy. Hello, Mr. Malfoy. Christmas is approaching. May I have the honor to invite you as my dancing partner?"

Several students who came out from behind Draco were directly dazed by this scene.

The legend that it was so beautiful had spread throughout Ilvermorny in the first place, and it took them several seconds to realize who it was before Draco.

Draco himself was not much better. Looking at this goddess who seemed to have fallen from the sky, when he met those eyes, he felt that he had fallen into the vast ocean. It became instinctive, making his stunned look just a little startled, and a joke would definitely come out at this moment.

Then, when he was used to being polite, and even showed a habitual smile with a bit of reserve, remembering that he still had the ability to speak, a voice answered for him:

"roll."

If reason hadn't finally come back from the chaotic brain that seemed to be entangled in the devil's net, Draco might have nodded without even thinking—after he heard the word clearly, he instantly became sober.

...Wait, get out? ? ? ?

He looked at Ivan who stopped not far away, and when he met his calm and indifferent light blue eyes as usual, he almost thought he was hallucinating just now.

Before he could finish his doubts, the girl standing in front of him, who was slightly taller than him, had a gentle smile on her face, turned her head to look at Ivan, and even the curvature of her neck was beautifully carved when she turned her head Like a finely crafted work of art—

"Sorry, Mr. Arman, I don't seem to be inviting you?" The good-looking person even had a pleasant voice, but Draco always felt an unspeakable sense of disobedience...

Ivan is so beautiful that other people think it would be a loss if they miss a glance, but Ivan doesn't even look at it now, he just looks at Draco expressionlessly, and after standing there for a few seconds, he suddenly walks in his direction And go, even seemed to raise his hand to pull him.

Seeing him approaching, the eyes of the person in front of Draco were even more joyful, as if he had achieved some purpose, and even took two steps back as he wished, allowing him and the boy in front of him to approach.

The young master, whose brain was in a panic when he met the beauty, reacted absolutely superbly when he met him. The corners of his lips let out a smile that was not a smile. He looked at him head-on without fear, and asked with a smile. One sentence:

"Did you do something wrong?"

When he saw Ivan raising his hand, he subconsciously waved his hand to block it, but the young man remembered something, and retracted the raised hand, but because he was wary of the person on the other side, he took a step forward and returned his body. Confiscated, the boy's fingertips skipped around his neck——

He froze for a moment, and the dim light in his eyes flickered like a hallucination. It took him a while to regain his familiar tone, and he looked down at the person in front of him and asked:

"What, you want to dance with a man at the Yule Ball?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Onlookers: Damn it! !The annual reversal drama, what should I do, should I be surprised that the goddess is a man, or should I be surprised that the goddess and the male god are robbing the second generation of rich people together!

Draco: ... the center of the storm, bewildered.