[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Slytherin common room.

The soft light fell from the ceiling, and the perennial flame in the fireplace kept the cellar at the bottom of the black lake warm, but the dark green decoration still made people feel a bit chilly.

Only the sofa facing the fireplace is the brightest and warmest place, usually occupied by the senior Slytherins, and it is the same today—

A certain fifth-grade senior sat domineeringly at the very center of the couch. The profile of his profile was particularly charming under the light of the fire. His light-colored hair was almost golden in the light of the fire, and the fine hair fell beside his ears. The faces complement each other.

He was leaning on the sofa with a heavy book resting on his lapped legs, resting his head with one hand and flipping through it carelessly with the other.

When I was in the library before, I don’t know if it’s because the guy sitting next to me has too much presence or what, even though I teased him a few words, I concentrated on reading——

However, his learning efficiency suddenly dropped, and he didn't finish reading the chapters that should be reviewed for a long time.Now because he had an appointment with that low-grade Slytherin, he could only change the place where he studied.

Even though it is in the common room, when there is no important matter, the decibels of other students chatting and talking are not much higher.Maybe it's because of his no-disturb aura that even Crabbe and Goyle didn't dare to come over to talk to him. As for the girls who pay attention to him, they only sneak in occasionally when they gather to chat about the latest fashion trends. glance at him.

After he finally completed the established plan and wanted to read more content later, the sofa next to him sank a bit.

Draco frowned, but the person next to him didn't do anything else after sitting down, so he didn't glance there from the corner of his eye.

When he closed the book in his hand contentedly, wanted to look around, and planned to return to his room after the scheduled time——

When he looked up, he met those familiar light blue eyes.

He was so frightened that he immediately backed away, not understanding what this man was doing sitting beside him without saying a word for so long.

After understanding his eyes, Ivan explained unhurriedly: "Just now you studied very seriously, so I didn't bother you. I heard that Professor Snape had assigned a lecture on vitality tonics after class before." Papers, can you lend me yours?"

Draco accepted his explanation, followed his prompt to think of the homework he had written, and asked doubtfully, "...I don't think this potion is difficult for you?"

I don't know why, after he said these words, Ivan actually felt a little joy in his heart.

Well, did he misunderstand Draco?

It is only because of my talent that I can master magic much faster than ordinary wizards. As for the production of potions-I have been born for three years, and I have been trapped in one place for three years. Some things are really unfamiliar .

After Draco finished speaking, he saw a dizzy smile in Ivan's eyes.

The other party seemed to be in a good mood, and moved closer to him without any trace, and asked in a low voice: "In your eyes, am I that powerful?"

Draco felt as if he heard a 'chuckle', and a heat spread from his neck all the way to the top of his head, like a fire elf in the fireplace suddenly ran to his side and took a breath.

So much so that when he met those extraordinarily gentle eyes that were even faintly smiling, he could only reply with a stiff neck for a long time: "You think too much, I didn't mean that..."

There was strong annoyance and anger in his eyes, as if to cover up his face that was heated by the sudden increase in the temperature in the room, and he added: "What I mean is, your grades have regressed unexpectedly very fast."

The person who was vaguely ridiculed by him as a scumbag just looked at him with his arms folded, admiring his blushing easily without the slightest bit of annoyance.

So cute, why didn't I find him so cute before?

Hmm... the longer it is, the cuter it should be.

After the other party finished speaking, Ivan thought for a while, nodded slightly with affirmation, and the curvature of his lips softened a little:

"Then, based on our friendship in the past few years, would Mr. Malfoy, who is well-read and knowledgeable, be willing to make up for this poor student who has regressed so fast?"

Draco reluctantly admitted that it made him... a little bit better.

Once he accepted the setting that the other party would show weakness again and again in front of him, compared with his seemingly destructive posture after he turned into a dragon, the request from his mouth sounds like nothing. Very cool.

Master Malfoy tried his best to suppress the swelling in his heart, deliberately put on a look of reluctance, looked aside, raised his chin subconsciously, and responded:

"Since you have made such a sincere request, it is not impossible to agree to you—"

Ivan felt as if he vaguely knew the correct way to attack this young master.

Seeing the uncontrollable smugness in his eyes, he also moved his eyes to the side, because he was worried that if he looked twice more, he would not be able to control the urge to tear the other person apart and devour him. .

Adorable, with a little foul.

Fortunately, at this moment, the Slytherin junior who had made an appointment with Draco was late, so he secretly glanced at Ivan with some excitement, came over, and deliberately took out a question to ask Draco. ——

After all, this person is the prefect of the fifth grade of Slytherin. Although he temporarily changed the topic at that time, when he walked into the Slytherin cellar and saw that the other party was really waiting, he weighed his guts and felt that I don't dare to donate to this young master.

Of course, Ivan could sense the other person's gaze turning towards him very quietly occasionally, and he was no stranger to the emotion mixed with it as if he was looking at a strange creature.What's more, he has always been honest with insignificant people, and now he also took advantage of the chat between the other party and Draco to calm down the emotional fluctuations in his heart, and the pool that was stirred up and splashed was gradually left with only Gently rippling, he lowered his eyes to look at the fireplace next to him, the flames danced in his eyes, but the temperature was hard to contaminate him.

Draco noticed it when the junior fell on Ivan for the first time.

His voice paused for a moment, and when he spoke again, he spoke much faster, with a hint of impatience.

After quickly finishing the question, he stood up with a slightly confused expression in the lower grades, and said to Ivan, "It happens that I still have some materials left, do you want to go through the production process? I mean, about Vitality tonic."

Ivan looked up at him in a little surprise, and quickly replied, "Okay."

They walked towards the boys' dormitory one after another. When they walked up the stairs, Draco didn't know what to think, and added without looking back:

"I just suddenly remembered that I want to make an enhancer, so I will demonstrate it to you—"

Don't think too much about it.

Ivan looked at his back, raised his brows, and answered the other side's words quite face-savingly: "Yes."

After walking for a few minutes, they stopped in front of a very distinctive carved wooden door. When the snake-shaped knocker on the door heard the password to open, Ivan asked casually:

"Your bedroom seems a little special?"

"After becoming a prefect in the fifth grade, you can be allocated a single dormitory, and you can also enjoy the exclusive bathroom for the prefects." Hearing his question, Draco replied habitually.

Ivan glanced at the interior space and decoration, and when he saw the big bed that was more luxurious than ordinary dormitories and could sleep three or four people without looking crowded, he responded meaningfully:

"Is it?—what a treat to look forward to."

The words were normal, but the emotion in them seemed a bit weird. Draco looked back at him inexplicably, but Ivan had already moved his eyes elsewhere at that time, and he didn't notice the clue.

He just thought he had heard wrong.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ivan: The prefect room is the greatest perk of Hogwarts.

Draco: That's for my benefit, you ass.

Ivan: ...Huh?That's ok, you'll find out soon enough.