[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

Draco's anger was so frightened by his sudden move that he choked on his neck and couldn't get up or down. In the end, he could only resign himself to shaking the newspaper in his hand, looked him up and down, and went to the next stairs I gestured.

— Hurry up and change clothes.

Unexpectedly, the man who had just been pardoned not only did not step aside, but took two steps forward, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and asked in a low voice, "Want to see the dragon egg?"

Draco was not fooled by his sugar-coated bullet at all. He let go of the newspaper with his left hand, fastened his tie knot with his index finger, and pulled him to prevent him from getting up. His silver-gray eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked dangerously:

"You're telling me you're going out for a week and you don't even have time for dinner when you get home, and you have to go out, don't you?"

It's not easy to cheat when the subject grows up, alas.

Ivan propped his right hand on the sofa, used his strength to stabilize his figure, cleared his throat, and replied seriously: "I'm suggesting to you, if you're bored at home recently, we can go out on a date."

Draco snorted softly, stared at him for a long time, then let go of his hand, turned his eyes back to look at the newspaper in his hand - after quickly skimming the news headlines on it, he will Flipping through the entertainment news page and the advertisement page, he put the stack of thick newspapers in his hand on the coffee table in front of him.

Ivan took the opportunity to sit down next to him, and the house elf stepped forward to add another cup in time, and poured him a cup of black tea.

"About the dragon egg mission?" Draco put down the newspaper, picked up his own cup of tea, and moved his gaze to Ivan's face.

He also knows a little bit about Ivan's work, but it's all in general. This time, according to what he means - it seems that he can bring himself to make soy sauce?

Because his work in the Ministry of Magic is relatively free, most of them can be taken home to deal with. When he is not busy, he usually chooses to stay in Malfoy Manor. After a long time, he really feels a little tired.

"Someone secretly sold dragon eggs and young dragons to the United States. I suspect that there is a shadow of a hydra behind them. I plan to follow up—if not, I wonder if the British Ministry of Magic will give me a bonus." After all, this The underground smuggling of magical creatures falls entirely under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic.

I don't know why it was suddenly linked to the S.H.I.E.L.D. UK Intranet.

Draco thought this sounded familiar, he thought for a while, "I seem to have seen this news, wait a minute, I'll go to the study to find the documents."

He got up, walked around the sofa, and walked towards the stairs. Ivan touched his chin, stood up as well, and followed his pace.

So when Draco finished looking through the documents and found this matter, he turned around and found Ivan standing behind him. He was almost frightened and gave him an inexplicable look: "Follow me..."

What are you doing here?Is this important?

However, before he could finish speaking, his eyes touched the emotion in the other person's eyes, and then looked over his shoulder to see the closed study door. He swallowed the second half of the sentence expressionlessly.

Ivan took another step forward, so close that he could smell the fragrance of the other party's hair, raised his hand to clasp his waist, rubbed the tip of his nose against his cheek, and said softly and affectionately:

"This tastes good."

Draco thought to himself that if I knew you were coming back today, I would definitely choose the scent you hate the most.

I'm mad at you, hum.

However, after thinking about it, it does not prevent an ambiguous atmosphere brewing in the air in this locked room. Draco pressed his hand back to the document on the table. On Fan's chest, "Wait, let me put away the things on the table—"

The next day, the same intersection, the same street.

Only the people shopping in the street were different, and even the jewelry displayed in the window of the jewelry store on the first floor of the shopping mall I saw yesterday remained unchanged.

Ivan didn't expect that the underground market mentioned above was next to this street. Looking at the dark alley that no one would want to step into, he frowned.

Draco, who was also wearing a suit next to him, had a similar expression to his, except that he turned his right wrist and looked at Ivan's profile, waiting for him to make a decision.

A gust of wind came silently from the corner of the street, carrying magical elements and rolling into the alley——

It was as if a water mirror was stirred, and all the images inside were shattered, revealing its true face vaguely.It is no longer a dark alleyway, but a hustle and bustle of people's voices.

Draco and Ivan looked at each other, and said in a low voice: "This magic lane is not registered with the Ministry of Magic."

When they walked in, the passers-by glanced curiously, a little surprised how these two well-dressed guys could get into such a dirty place.But when his eyes swept across, he suddenly forgot what he was thinking before, he looked away in a daze, and returned his attention to his own affairs.

When they walked into that alley, they found that the atmosphere of this place was similar to that of Diagon Alley. Strangely, there were not only wizards here.

Moreover, in addition to the various products sold with vertical signs on both sides, the street is also full of various small stalls. This is the reason why the pedestrians in the middle road are crowded with each other. lively.

Draco looked at Ivan silently, the corners of his lips twitched habitually, and there was a faint sentence in his silver-gray eyes:

This is where you plan to date Master Ben?

Fortunately, the only advantage of Mr. Long in his life other than being handsome is his thick skin. He can completely withstand Draco's mocking gaze. He pretends not to feel his condemnation, raises his eyes and sweeps across the street, and locks his target on In a certain bar, he put his hand on Draco's shoulder and led him forward with a protective attitude.

Because the two of them lingered so long at one of the entrances, they had already attracted a lot of attention.

Two men with outstanding looks, wearing expensive clothes, appeared in such a place that was very incompatible with their aura and identity. Many people in the crowd quietly avoided them when they passed by, for fear of getting along with them. They're going to summon a jinx to themselves when they get too late.

While they were looking at Ivan, Ivan was also exploring the environment of this place.No one can see, there are a few elves in the air waving their wings and flying from one end to the other end of the alley, and then return to him, lying on his shoulders, babbling and telling him what they saw s things.

Almost at the same time, he got a strange message from the motley crowd:

It seems... there are not only wizards here, but also ordinary people?

What kind of place is this?