[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

January.

Hogwarts students preparing for the OWLs test in the fifth grade and the NEWT in the seventh grade have almost filled up every empty space in the library, so that when some lower grade students want to review the content of the final test in advance, they will be disappointed And return.

Ivan is almost familiar with the potion reagents that are difficult to test, and intends to take advantage of the blood in the short time before the exam to supplement his knowledge about herbalism and magical creatures—but the time left for him is not enough. Much more, since he had already missed many advanced courses in sixth grade.While Professor Sprout was more than happy to let him sit in when he failed his OWGs, other professors rarely made this exception.

This means that not only does he have to do the exams to get his grades, but he also has to complete many advanced courses on his own if he doesn't want to repeat a grade next year.

Hagrid in the hunting ground can always come up with some novel varieties. Two days ago, I heard a second-year Slytherin complaining about walking around a bunch of snails in class-this professor with a bit of giant blood kept saying that they had just finished eating Food needs distraction.

But today's fifth grade classes are exceptionally normal, and they are required to pick three thorns to take care of a class.

This year's Gryffindor and Slytherin have many classes arranged together, and both sides are used to fighting each other in this class.

However, today the main members of Slytherin did not take the lead in provoking the flames of war as usual, but chose to be a quiet and handsome man under a tree, and Gryffindor did not take this opportunity to express their respect first. ——

Because there are more people in class today.

Squatting down in front of the cage, looking at the group of small creatures that looked exactly like hedgehogs, the black-haired young man's gaze was very soft.

He is obviously a tall boy, but when facing small animals, he always shows an extra soft side, making everyone watching this scene unable to help but want to show a smile.

But obviously, a certain young master is not included in this scope.

Already immune to Ivan, he turned a blind eye to this man's concentration. After a thorny man slipped to his feet holding fruit, he finally couldn't help asking the following figure:

"...If I remember correctly, we are in fifth grade?"

Maybe it's because Draco has fused better with that drop of dragon's blood in the past two years, maybe it's because the little animal is a little afraid of Ivan. They were clustered under his feet, and from a distance, it looked like a large gray fur ball was spread on the ground.

Ivan watched the three little creatures that he had just lured with an apple run to his feet, and answered his question shortly.

After a long while, he added another sentence: "I haven't attended many classes, and it just so happens that I have time right now, and Professor Hagrid agreed for me to come and take a class."

Draco reflexively wanted to roll his eyes when he said 'Professor Hagrid'.

It was the little ones at his feet that distracted him.

He moved his gaze down, and saw a circle of thorns gathered around him, and saw that the long thorns on their bodies almost filled the space of one meter around him, so that he didn't feel at all when he stepped out from here. When there is a place to stay——

"What trick are you playing?" He looked at the black-haired youth squatting not far away with a bad tone.

Ivan looked up at him innocently, and said, "No, you should believe in your charm."

Trust your charm to attract a whole host of magical creatures, um, like me.

When he met those blue eyes with shallow emotions, Draco realized that this guy also had acting skills——

This young master believed your evil.

Maybe there are too many magical creatures running this way, both inside Slytherin and Gryffindor have noticed this way, and then they collectively watched a scene where Prince Slytherin was surrounded by a group of little thorns.

Of course, the squatting figure also entered their field of vision.

Ron's thoughts of watching the excitement and the fire of gossip were ignited together, and he poked Harry who was cutting apples for the pricks gloatingly, and motioned him to look at the other side:

"Look at the infighting in Slytherin, bet on Nat, Draco must have offended the dragon."

The brown-haired school bully next to him listened to his words, glanced up and down at him with sympathetic and pitiful eyes, met Harry's eyes, and the two read a sentence from each other's eyes at the same time:

This fool's emotional intelligence is hopeless.

"Why do you look at me with this expression?" Accepting their caring eyes for the mentally retarded, the young Weasley son with ginger red hair looked at his friends very dissatisfied.

Hermione sighed and said, "Read more, Ron, this is the only thing that can save you."

Ron snorted, pulled out a smirk and replied:

"You've been whispering that in my ear for six years, Hermione - if I'd accepted it, I'd have done it years earlier, hadn't I, Harry?"

As he spoke, he rubbed against Harry, trying to get his approval.

As a result, the boy with glasses pushed his stupid head away with his hands blankly, and replied ruthlessly, "No, stay away from me for now, Ron——I'm afraid your stupidity will infect me."

Not far away, Neville and Seamus laughed happily, making Ron in the center of the storm bewildered. He didn't understand what he said wrong, and why he was suddenly greeted with ridicule from all over the world.

You guys are targeting my handsomeness, hum.

the other side.

Draco frowned, getting closer and closer to the tree trunk, thinking about why he didn't learn the skill of climbing trees when he was a child, and now he can avoid this group of thorny creatures that are getting closer and closer to him.

He hardly dared to move his eyes away from his feet, for fear that the thorns on one of them would suddenly expand, and then give himself a surprise.

And the culprit sat down on the periphery quite leisurely, even took the textbook he had put on the ground next to him, spread it on his knees, and slowly pointed to one of the lines and said:

"Distinguishing the difference between hedgehogs and hedgehogs is a common subject for OWLs - hedgehogs dislike the taste of milk so much that if they were fed milk..."

"Hey!" Draco looked at him in astonishment, not knowing what he was going crazy.

Ivan's reading program in class was interrupted, he looked up at him, and received an exasperated sentence from the other party: "Are you going to just sit there and watch me get stuck in class?"

Of course not.

Ivan retorted from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. He only breathed a sigh of relief, but he mentioned another thing when he opened his mouth:

"Hmm... how did you think about the things you said last time?"

He was referring to the confession in Draco's prefect's single room at the end of last month.

At that time, the other party's expression was a little shocked at first, and then quickly flashed overwhelmed and complicated, and finally drove him out of his room out of shame, and only replied perfunctorily: "I'll think about it."

Then there is no more.

Draco looked left and right, Crabbe and Goyle were less than ten meters away from them, Blaise's gaze had swept over several times, and the girls Pansy and Daphne in the distance gathered together While chatting and watching the situation here.

He ground his back molars, his handsome face turned bloody from anger, and his silver-gray eyes stared fiercely at the person in front of him: "Do you have to talk about this here?"

Ivan rested his chin on his right hand and pressed his elbow on his knee. After hearing his words, a slight arc appeared on his lips:

"If someone doesn't hide from me these days, I won't have to pick this time—"

After a pause for a few seconds, he didn't hear an answer, and his eyes fell back on the book on his lap: "Where did I read it just now? Ah yes, milk, maybe in order to observe their habits, I should go to Professor Hagrid for some points." milk……"

"...Despicable." Draco gritted his teeth and threw out a word with an angry and annoyed expression.

"Hey, do you two want milk? I found some beside the cage just now, so I found some. I found that the thorns on these guys' bodies would stand up after drinking the milk—" Crabbe, who was very sensitive to the words eating and drinking, turned Turning his head, he was still holding a shallow silver plate in his hand, and walked towards the two of them very excitedly.

Draco's face changed instantly, and he quickly warned, "Don't bring it here, Crabbe—"

The obedient Crabbe braked instantly, but the liquid in his plate obviously didn't have such a powerful ability to resist inertia, and it spilled a lot on the ground.

It happened that a few thorns that were very close to his feet came over.

Ivan propped himself on the ground with one hand, stood up quickly, and before the small piece of magical creatures were about to go berserk, he reached out to the light-blond youth trapped in the very center.

At the same time, Draco felt a sudden gust of wind around him.

The fallen leaves were circling and blown up, and even he in the center was supported by that force, and instantly he was in midair. The somewhat unbalanced young man subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the support handed him. Before the panic in his heart appeared on his face, he had already He was firmly pulled and stood outside the pile of thorns.

Because these little things are very close to each other, once a few go crazy, it may cause many casualties.

After Ivan rescued the trapped little prince, the wind split into many lanes, gently pushed them away from each other, and separated before the irascible thorns pricked more companions. they.

Crabbe stared dumbfounded at the magical scene before him.

It's been a long time since Big Boss Ivan does magic tricks, and he's not used to it.

"Crabbe——" the death warning from Draco brought him back to his senses, and he was so frightened that he dropped the plate in an instant, raised his hand and made a gesture of surrender, and opened his mouth to defend himself:

"Sorry, Draco, I thought you were asking for milk, maybe I misheard."

Draco turned to stare at Ivan angrily.

Ivan... Ivan pretended that he didn't feel anything.

It's just that seeing Draco so angry, I feel cute and distressed.

Well, don't tease him like that next time.

he thinks.

Maybe it's because it's today, so I'm a little greedy.

Boss Ivan seriously reflected on his ups and downs in love, so that after class, he was slower than others for a long time before thinking of going to the castle.

But someone deliberately stayed with him for as long, and called him when he turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Ivan turned around and looked at him quite unexpectedly, thinking that the young master's anger dissipated very quickly today——

"Happy birthday." Draco took a deep breath, and looked at him with a pair of silver-gray eyes, which were rarely focused and serious.

Of course, there is also a bit of helplessness in it, because the anger before is not quite straightened out.

Hearing his birthday wishes, Ivan's eyes flashed with surprise:

How did Draco know...

But soon, he had no time to worry about this matter.

Because the other party's next sentence attracted his full attention:

"I promise."

I promise, your confession.

Maybe it was because of the anger before, Draco felt a little bit aggrieved, and added: "But next time you--" Next time, don't play me like this again.

Before he finished speaking, the other party quickly stepped forward and hugged him.

The embrace was still so warm that he instantly remembered the winter day when the other party returned, so that he didn't finish the warning halfway through.

"This is the best birthday present I've ever received." Ivan's words sounded close to his ears, with indescribable satisfaction and sighs.

Draco reluctantly let him hold him quietly for three seconds.

Then he associated the meaning of Ivan's words with the current situation, and he pressed the pause button in his mind:

Wait, I don't seem to intend to give myself to you right now?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: I think I had a weird conversation with my freshly minted partner today, so let me clear it up.

Ivan: It's okay, don't stroke it, sooner or later that's what it means.

Draco: ...Go away.

Leitas who was watching]: It wasn't that I secretly showed you the birthday card someone else gave daddy in the morning, and you found out about your birthday, hmph, you all know Qingqing and me, and you don't even know about rewarding matchmakers!