[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Christmas.

This year's Malfoy family's Christmas banquet was extremely lively, and all the pure-blood families in the wizarding world knew that it was time for the next heir of the Malfoy family to get engaged.

Not only wizards from England, but even many pure-blood families from Germany and France traveled all the way to England to attend this Christmas banquet.

Malfoy Manor had been cleaned up by the house-elves early on.The lights in the manor are from day to night, the huge Christmas tree is covered with all kinds of shiny gold, silver and crystal decorations, the soft carpet on the ground is spotless, and even the dome of the living room caters to this festival.

From time to time there was the crackling of Apparition at the gate of the manor.

Draco stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room and straightened his bow tie, his slightly raised jaw line was smooth, evoking a perfect arc without losing the edges and corners.The fine and pale skin on his face might appear sickly to others, but it suits his facial features perfectly, especially with his light blond skin.

The young man who was already in the fifth grade at Hogwarts was tall and tall, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs. The black dress clearly depicted his figure, and just standing there was an eye-catching sight.

The black tuxedo had no wrinkles at all, and the bow tie was neat. He changed a few angles in front of the full-length mirror, and lowered his head to check the cuff buttons on his wrists.

When he tilted his head, the light golden hair on his forehead would be a little bit off, but it would only better support his tall nose bridge and the slightly pursed lip line.When the slightly elongated silver-gray eyes focused on something, the hormones around him were released unconsciously, making it hard for many young witches to look away.

The room that belonged to him was very spacious, but the furnishings in the interior were all placed just right, and the owner's personality could be seen at a glance.

Most of the place was neatly tidied up by the house elves, but two shirts that had been replaced before were placed on the sofa. Whether it was the blanket on the floor or the special Draco starry sky decoration on the top of the bed, there were faintly visible signs of it. A sense of comfort that can only be created with luxury.

The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, but there was still a bit of cold wind seeping into the room—it was because the windows were opened slightly.

After a while, a snow-white owl appeared by the window, skillfully pushed the window open with its head, squatted on the window sill and grunted to Draco.

The young man didn't care where it went to surf just now, he walked towards the window and said lazily: "Leitas, don't block the window, go to the shelf."

The lazy voice raised a bit of his unique tone, and the occasional rising syllables and just right pauses can always show a bit of his emotions, as if no one wants to talk to him.

The guy who was supposed to be obedient squatted there motionless, not only didn't move, but raised one of his paws and handed it in his direction, it turned out that it came with a gift box hanging on it.

Draco raised his eyebrows in surprise, as soon as he took down the box, Letas spread his wings, flapped his wings lightly, and flew lightly towards the direction of the room.

Draco held the gift box in one hand, closed the window with the other, and glanced out habitually. When he saw people walking in a continuous stream at the gate of the manor, his eyes flashed a little irritability for some reason.

Letas, who was squatting on the shelf, 'tweeted' at him twice with extra excitement, as if urging him to open the gift, even his big obsidian-like eyes were a little brighter than usual.

Draco snorted lightly, looked at it jokingly, and said, "I don't remember who can make you give a gift, why, have you finally realized that you are going to give me a Christmas present?"

Lettas tilted his head, turned it ninety degrees, then turned it back, and asked him blankly, 'Tweet? ' with a sound.

- Don't you want it?

If the owls in the Hogwarts owl hut, the owls bullied by it knew that this Hogwarts bully was pretending to be a little owl, they would all be so scared that they would fall out of their nests.

It really gave Draco a gift at Christmas two years ago. It was a dead mink with a beautiful fur. Then Draco asked the house elf to carry it away and bring it back after processing it expressionlessly, and ordered it From then on, no more animals are allowed to be given to him.

After several years of getting along, Draco and Letas were unexpectedly able to communicate.Hearing its question, Draco paused, looking down at the box in his hand.

He realized belatedly that this was a gift that someone tied to Letas's paw.

Before opening the present, he thought of something, the smile on his face gradually subsided, and he looked at the square box wrapped in Slytherin's unique green wrapping paper in his hand.

There was silence in the room for nearly half a minute. Letas jumped on the shelf twice more, and when the entire crossbar began to shake back and forth, he called out to him again.

mean what's the matter with you

"Who gave it to you, Letas?" Draco looked expressionlessly at the owl that was trimming his feathers with its beak, and the emotions in the silver-gray eyes seemed to be frozen by the ice and snow outside—— But the window had just been closed.

The warmth in the room failed to melt the ice in his eyes, and Letas, who heard the emotion in the voice, looked up at him innocently, and then uttered a series of excited cries at him:

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp!"

Draco stood there for a long time without moving.

Staring at the packing box in his hand, it seemed that he could see the innermost thing directly through the outer gift paper and box.

His thoughts gradually drifted away, as if he had returned to the afternoon in Ilvermorny, when the black-haired young man who was a head taller than him teased him casually:

"Are you worried about me?"

He forgot what he answered casually at that time, but his real answer was kept in his heart for three years without having time to say it.

The light-blond young man looked down at the box in his hand, his silver-gray eyes were as cold as a sharp edge. After a while, he raised his hand and roughly tore off the outer wrapping paper, and found a greeting card inside:

Dear Draco:

Merry Christmas!

Ps: I heard you plan to get engaged?

He saw the inscription below at a glance. It was the name that had been played in his mind countless times after someone disappeared on the campus of Ilvermorny during the International Friendship Tournament.

Ivan Arman.

Draco felt a sudden fire in his heart, the kind that couldn't be extinguished no matter what.

He seemed to suddenly understand how much anger was contained in the other party's swearing at Christmas in Ilvermorny many years ago.

...how dare you fucking tell me merry christmas?

The holidays that he had no expectations of at all, and no difference from the previous few Christmases, not only did not become more pleasant because of this greeting card and gift, but their feelings plummeted. One year Christmas.

With a sullen face, he threw the unopened gift box on the sofa, and his eyes suddenly turned to Letas, the sharp eyes made Letas who felt that he was still a little cute feel very wronged:

...Why are you so fierce?I brought you a gift from the big brother, and you are still pissing me off?

Are you Twolegs so unreasonable?

The irritable young man sat down directly on the sofa, completely disregarding how delicately the suit on his body had been taken care of before, and even the risk of further messing up his hairstyle.

Taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down——

This must be someone playing a prank on me, well, yes, that's it.

I don't know who Ivan is.

After repeating this three times in his heart, he stood up from the sofa and patiently rearranged his looks one by one, then he walked outside without looking back.

As soon as he walked to the door, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. Draco turned the doorknob, and saw Narcissa standing outside the door.

On this important festival, Mrs. Malfoy also wore a low-key and gorgeous dress.

"My baby Xiaolong must be the most popular at the banquet tonight." Seeing that he had tidied up, the smile on Narcissa's face was much deeper, with a bit of softness that she only had for her own family.

The impetuousness on his face was deeply suppressed in his heart. He smiled and gave Narcissa a hug: "Thank you mom, mom must be the most beautiful lady at the banquet tonight."

Then he walked to the edge of the stairs, lowered his head, and happened to see the figure walking in from the gate of the manor——