[Comprehensive Yingmei] I'm already a useless dragon

"Ten thousand galleons, is there a higher price than this?" The unshaven man turned his eyes around, trying to get a higher price—in his opinion, the face of the pampered young master was bound to win. The expression, in itself, is provocative to other buyers.

Don't you all want to see him pissed off?

Unfortunately, those present did not seem to understand his fun.The dark wizards in their dark robes seemed to have suddenly lost interest in the egg, or wanted to compete for the next two lots, and no one was adding to Draco's price.

This is very strange, after all, dragons are so rare, and for wizards, whether it is to raise one, or to use it as an inexhaustible potion raw material after being raised casually, the value of a dragon egg is not only [-] gold Galleon.

Ordinary people in the bar don't know this, they just have a little idea of ​​the gold Galleons used by wizards, and when they hear the price, they just quietly come up with a measure in their hearts - it turns out that a dragon egg is this price.

The man was not satisfied. This fire dragon egg was auctioned for only such a price. Maybe the next two Welsh green dragon eggs would have a lower price, or just equal to this. This is not the ending he wants to see.

Just as he was repeating this sentence in a protracted tone, another voice finally rang out from the corner: "Fifteen thousand gold Galleons."

So the man looked down at the dragon egg with a flash of a smile in his eyes.

As if he hadn't heard of it, Draco added another sentence lightly: "Twenty-five thousand Galleons."

Whoa!This is an increase of [-] Galleons directly!

There was a little commotion in the bar, and many people turned their eyes to the corner, as if they were waiting for the person to continue quoting, so that they could see the confrontation between rich people.

There was only one person in the whole bar with his back facing the scene here, as if he was not interested in this auction at all - that was another man in a suit sitting in front of the bar, Ivan.

It seems that he is more concerned about the cocktail being mixed in the owner's hand than the auction of the dragon eggs.

Occasionally, when someone looked over at the light-blond man, he noticed his expression out of the corner of his eye, and would unconsciously add a word in his heart: weirdo.

However, considering his identity as a bodyguard, it seems reasonable... The problem is, it seems that I have never heard of any descendant of a wizard family going out with a bodyguard?Isn't that what people in the Muggle world do?

"Thirty thousand Galleons." The man in black in the corner raised the price slowly, as if he was just quoting a number, and there was no hint of heartache in his tone.

If the price of [-] galleons was considered low before, at this point, whether or not to gamble up has become a matter that requires careful consideration.

Many eyes secretly focused on Draco, wanting to see if he would call out the price of [-] Galleons. They really couldn't wait to see a rich young master who was irritated to the point of irrationality take the money The scene of throwing someone else angrily.

Unexpectedly, the man who didn't want to make an offer just now just chuckled and stopped talking.

The man in black who made the quotation silently clenched his fists under the table, no one could see his face hidden under the cloak, only heard him say in a hoarse voice: "What? I thought you would be better than the one on the surface. Look richer?"

After hearing his words, the man looked over with a pair of silver-gray eyes under the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a half-smile. After a long silence, he said unhurriedly:

"I never do business at a loss."

The Malfoys never did business at a loss.

The man's face hidden under the hood was extremely ugly, but when he thought of the subsequent transaction with the other party, he forcibly suppressed it, thinking that when this mission is over, he must find time to teach this guy a good lesson—he never I have never been played by a yellow-haired boy like this.

Originally, it was a plan to help the other party warm up the scene, and by the way, take advantage of it, and turned around in an instant to smear myself.

Fortunately, the dragon egg seller didn't care about this issue. For him, it was obviously more important to get the first egg sold at a good price. After secretly deciding to give the other party a discount later, he started the rest of the business. The next auction for two green dragon eggs.

In the end, they were sold to two wizards in black robes for [-] gold Galleons and [-] gold Galleons respectively.

And the young master who was quite active during the fire dragon auction looked like he was here to watch a show.

"Thank you for your support. If I have the luck to get a good product next time, we'll see you here - I believe Andrew will welcome me even more, right?" He laughed loudly , looking back towards the direction of the bar, with a hint of emotion in his eyes.

"Of course." The owner replied calmly.

The sound of tables and chairs being dragged began to sound one after another. Just when many people got up from their original places and wanted to go out, a clear voice sounded:

"I remember that this auction is not only for dragon eggs, why, my news is wrong?"

Everyone looked back and found that it was another person who was also sitting on the bar. The black-haired man was sitting there as motionless as a mountain.

As his voice came out, a strange coolness passed through everyone.

got windy……?

They subconsciously looked in the direction of the door.

After hearing what he said, the stout man tugged at his sack, turned his head to look at him, stared at his back after a long while, grinned and said, "I'm sorry, that batch of goods already has an owner, I hope the next order will be sold." You can catch up with a good time next time."

The man twirled the glass in his hand, propped himself off the bar with one hand, and turned to face them. The expression on his face was still calm, without any fluctuations.He maintained such a posture, and threw down a sentence as if he had taken a sip of cold water:

"Next time? It's better to hurry up, I think it's better this time."

No matter how little emotion there is, it can't hide the meaning in these words. This is an intention to detain the seller and the goods at the same time.

Hearing what the man said, a fierce light appeared in the eyes of the thick and thick man. He turned around and saw many black wizards who also stopped in their tracks. .

"Boy, has no one told you not to break the rules of the dark world?"

In these underground trading places, because most of the things sold have avoided the eyes and ears of the Ministry of Magic, and most of the sellers are dark wizards, no one will risk offending these incompatible curses and jinxes, elusive The ugly, ugly guy is here looking for work.

People who do this are either newcomers or dead.

This bar is often used as a venue for various smugglers, so it is also a place where everyone will maintain the rules by default. Finding uncomfortable goods sources here is no different from seeking death.

Seeing that the situation is not good, many ordinary people without magic power shrink back to the corner first, thinking for a while whether it is better to lift the table or get down after the magic spell flies up.

——Both are not very good, is there a quick fix, friendly solution to them?

Ivan and the man met each other's eyes, and both sides were full of confidence in their own strength.A group of men in black robes sat there without moving, unable to see their plans.

But no one doubted that in just half a second, the bar would be flooded with attacking spells.

Draco believed in Ivan's strength very much, but he was still a little uncomfortable with so many dark wizards present.

After all, the entire wizarding world knows how difficult these guys are, and people with big families and careers are even more unwilling to provoke these lunatics accompanied by undead.

From the auction just now, he could recognize the voice of one of the guys, and he had some contacts with the Malfoy family, but he didn't suspect the slightest acquaintance. He only needed to give the other party a little money, and his head would appear on the buyer's face in a second. on the table.

Those people in the corner were still sitting in their original places at the beginning, waiting for the people around them to tie up the noble young master, maybe they can take advantage of the chaos and ask for some extra little ones from the other party's family. 'Harvest' - I didn't expect that the whole bar was silent for a long time.

Except for the black-haired man who walked step by step from his seat to his business partner.

"It's true that no one told me that there are rules here." His light blue eyes slowly turned to the face of the burly man in front of him, and he spoke unhurriedly.

"So, now can you answer my question about the baby dragon?"

A few dark wizards quietly held their wands from their wide sleeves, wanting to apparate and leave this place first—but before they left, they raised their heads and saw Ivan's appearance clearly.

In the next second, the 'cracking' sound of apparition sounded, but there were only a few muffled sounds from every corner, and there were not even half of the people on the spot.

Their figures were restrained, as if a transparent wind imprisoned them invisible.

what happened?

What spell?

They struggled to see exactly what they were bound to, but they couldn't see anything.

The bidders in the corner had to get up and help their business partners. After all, they are now facing the loss of not being able to get the goods and completing the task. When they got up and drew out their wands, they cast several spells at the light-blond man on the bar. go.

"Crackling!" was the sound of shattered glass as a spell hit the bottles on the shelf behind the bar, clanging them down.

Draco drew his wand at some point, cast a Stunning Charm at one of them, and did a very quick Silent Charm to make the other's thigh bleed profusely.

Just when he was about to deal with the third person, that person suddenly convulsed and fell silently——

At the same time, the strong man in front of Ivan also woke up from the extreme suffocation, and he was panting half-lying on the table without any image. The man said loudly to the people around him:

"Is this how you treat rule breakers!"

"Oh, you're so noisy, my dear—" A man in black robe next to him smiled and tapped his head with his wand, and he rolled his eyes instantly and fainted.

Nearly half of the people in black robes stood up neatly from their seats, made a slight bow to Ivan, and the tall and thin man who stunned the dragon egg seller spoke again:

"Salute to you, Mr. Arman, Mr. Malfoy. By the way, please give him our regards."

Ivan nodded lightly, and added: "The previous money will be returned to you, I'm sorry to let your transaction fail."

"Oh, this is really good news." The leader answered with a smile, then snapped his fingers, and in an instant, two-thirds of the people in the bar were gone.

Draco secretly breathed a sigh of relief seeing the situation that had completely changed in such a short period of time.

I also thought about the problem of too many enemies before, and if Ivan couldn't bear it and wanted to change into a dragon, what should I do if this place collapses.

It turned out that he was thinking too much.

...But, what's going on?

'who is he?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Draco: I think you're hiding something from me.

Ivan: Absolutely not, and it has nothing to do with me.

Tom sneezed in the distance.

Aurora gave him a suspicious look.