HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

Hogwarts has added a few gashapon machines. According to the headmaster Dumbledore, it is to be in line with international standards. Even wizards have to have some fun besides playing Quidditch. There are various magical creatures in the gashapon machines. There are even Professor Snape's magical dolls. Novelty and all kinds of mischief make playing gashapon machine the latest fashion sport.

The dean of Slytherin was furious because he was made into a doll and put into the gashapon machine waiting to be randomly lucky. In order to appease him, Dumbledore quietly put a set of golden tongs in it. For the pot's sake, the head of Slytherin decided to turn a blind eye. According to gossip, Professor Snape had already collected three gold tong pots.

When everyone was crazy about the gashapon machine, only the prefect of Slytherin was not moved at all. Mr. Draco Malfoy said three reasons. The first is that it is a Muggle thing, and the second is Two is a Muggle thing, and the third is a fucking Muggle thing!

On the first day, Draco's proud Mr. Malfoy sat at the long table enjoying oatmeal and small cakes, while the savior two meters behind him was chatting with his sleazy friends, trying to pollute his ears.

"Hey, Harry, I got a handful of firecrackers yesterday, and you know how I wish I had one!"

Draco didn't need to think about how envious the red-haired and freckled Weasley was to have his own firearm, because they were poor and family Weasleys, the Slytherin viper He snorted softly.

The next day, the savior also excitedly told Weasley that he played the gashapon machine.

"Ron, I got a Veela!"

"Oh, brother, you're lucky, show it to me!"

Draco squinted, with a disdainful noise in his nose, picking on that veela doll in his heart, his hair was not as shiny as his own, his skin was not as fair as his own, and more importantly, he was not as elegant as himself at all, damn veela , damn Potter.

On the third day, as soon as Draco sat down, he heard the golden boy of Gryffindor shout out, "Merlin, I got a Professor McGonagall in only a bikini!"

"Pfft!" Blaise, who was opposite Draco, spat out.

"Brace Zabini, I'm going to kill you!"

Harry blinked at the commotion in Slytherin, Ron sniggered, and Hermione rolled her eyes and continued with her preview for the day.

On the fourth day, Blaise stood up and asked Draco, "Aren't you leaving?"

"I haven't finished eating yet." Draco said slowly, the milk pudding in his hand had only one mouthful 5 minutes ago, and now there is still half a mouthful, Blaise rolled his eyes and sat down again, Pan Si played with his hair boredly, and Draco reopened a pudding and dug slowly.

"Sorry, Hermione, I went to play the gashapon machine, God, you don't know what I got! I actually got a naked one..."

"Crack!"

"Damn it, who is it!" Potter, with the rotten pudding on Harry's head, turned his head and glared at the long Slytherin table, his emerald green eyes seemed to be on fire.

Malfoy, Draco's proud Slytherin prefect, put down his silver fork and saucer, stood up, straightened his robes, turned gracefully, and raised his eyebrows.

"Potter, I think this hairstyle suits you better."

"Malfoy!" With a roar, the wand was pointed at Draco's trembling Malfoy.

"What are you doing, Mr. Potter, do you want to attack your classmates? I didn't know that your title of savior would allow you to point your wand at others at will." A gloomy voice came.

Harry let out a groan in his heart, and Potter put down his wand slumpedly, but still glared at Draco Malfoy, and from the corner of his eye, he also glared at the big greasy Slytherin bat.

"That's not fair, it was Malfoy who attacked Harry first!" Ron shouted, earning a glare from Professor Slytherin.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, plus confinement, Mr. Potter, for your vain attempt to attack Mr. Malfoy, and Mr. Weasley, who questioned the professor's decision and interrupted without permission. Two points from Gryffindor." Snickers came from all around, and it was taken for granted that it was the little snakes in Slytherin. Draco's proud Malfoy raised the corners of his mouth gracefully, and looked at the savior provocatively.

"I don't think that's fair, Severus." The stern Professor McGonagall came over with her ever-smooth hair, and the lines on the corners of her mouth hadn't moved in decades.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the little lion and the little viper, "Mr. Malfoy shouldn't have thrown the pudding on Mr. Potter's head."

I should throw it on his glasses, Draco added in his mind.

"Oh, of course, Minerva." The Slytherin professor gave his students a stern look, and finally fixed his gloomy gaze on the Gryffindor lion cub. "Five points from Slytherin, and detention, Mister Malfoy."

"Come to me to wash the tongs at night, you two troublemakers." Throwing this sentence, Professor Slytherin left, shaking the billowing black robe.

Draco's displeased Malfoy glared at the Saviour, who glared back at him, before being each dragged away by his friends.

"That damned Scarhead!"

"Bastard Malfoy!"

The two angrily cursed at each other in the dormitory, and the friend next to him could only helplessly pick up the book to keep out of sight, life, can't there be something new?Blaise fiddled with his hair boredly thinking.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Snape's office was filled with the smell of potions, and Harry, enduring the desire to vomit, was hard at work rinsing those damned tongs.

"I said, Malfoy, can't you act normal? You look as fetish as Snape!"

Draco was trying to get himself in a good mood. Malfoy stopped what he was doing, squinted his eyes and looked at the savior who was three meters away and taunted: "Potter, you should call him Professor Snape, and, I'm just obsessed with potions from the bottom of my heart. Finally, I would like to remind you that your action of scrubbing the tongs is as rude as a troll. You need to use technology. Although I don't ask a Gryffindor to do it as well as me, at least You have to understand to brush these important tong pans in the same direction, not to apply to these delicate tong pans the same way you do your own hair."

"Speak as if you're very skilled." Harry couldn't help the grumpy Potter blurted out, and then realized that something was wrong with the words, he blushed in embarrassment and turned his head violently, almost His own neck was broken, and he continued to stare at the tongs in his hand.

Malfoy, who was only blushing a little in Draco, lowered his eyes, and for a rare moment he didn't say a word and scrubbed his tongs.

The atmosphere was very quiet, except for the sound of brushes and water, which was a little awkwardly quiet. Harry, who was always surrounded by lively and poisonous tongues, cleared his throat and said, "Malfoy."

"What's the matter, Scarhead." Draco said coldly to Malfoy, who was trying to keep his face expressionless.

Harry rolled his eyes and thought about a topic, "Why don't you play the gashapon machine?"

Draco stopped his hands and raised his eyebrows, "That's Muggle stuff, and I'm a pure-blood, noble Malfoy."

The savior snorted, obviously disdainful, which successfully made the little Slytherin viper frizz, and he widened his eyes and shouted: "Damn Potter, you will pay for this action!"

"Come on, you little bastard!" Harry dropped what was in his hand, this time without his wand, because he was amused by Malfoy's blushing and angry look, and swiped a dozen goddamn After tong the pot, Malfoy's expression successfully entertained him.

"I know why Weasley likes that thing, because the reality is he's a poor Weasley, a red-haired and freckled Weasley who can't afford a new robe by third year, and the gashapon machine doesn't cost a nano Special." Draco smirked Malfoy viciously, obviously Malfoy's little viper prefers to stimulate opponents with words, in an attempt to win without a fight, but he forgot that a lion can only be provoked to anger, not Embarrassed.

"Damn Malfoy!" Potter roared angrily and rushed over. Malfoy, who was startled by Draco, was crushed to the ground before he could react.

"You bastard, barbarian, you want to melee a noble Malfoy!" Draco screamed, pressing his right hand firmly into Potter's stupid face.

"You're right, you sissy little bastard!" Harry smiled, avoiding Draco's white, noble hand.

"Ah, Potter, I'm going to kill you!"

Malfoy, whose hair was disheveled by Potter, Draco suddenly struggled violently. The savior was taken aback, so he could only clamp the opponent more forcefully, with legs pressing on legs, hands pressing on hands, and trying to use the lion's His physique crushed the petite Malfoy viper.

"Ahem..." Malfoy, who was about to pass out, coughed, and Harry, who was still immersed in the idea of ​​conquering Malfoy, was taken aback, and immediately rolled to the side, helped the little poisonous snake up, and gave him Shunqi, unexpectedly, he forgot the nature of the little poisonous snake who must retaliate, and attacked him with a fist. Although the savior was agile, but too close was a flaw. Although the eyes were saved, the cheekbone was inevitably slapped Hit, the lion let out an "ow" and rolled to the side.

Malfoy smugly smirked as Draco let out a bad breath in his heart.

Potter, who got up from Harry, gave the little poisonous snake a hard look, pursed his lips, stood up from the ground, and strode away.

Draco put away his smile and Malfoy stood up slowly, without cursing or cursing, calmly adjusted his makeup, facing the tongs that he had just cleaned, suddenly, one of the tongs Something shiny caught the eye of Draco's Malfoy, who loved all things good.

After regaining consciousness, Draco picked up the thing on the ground, it seemed to be an egg that fell out of Potter's robe, curious, there was no little snake that couldn't just peep at other people's things, and smiled viciously, what was in it? Potter's bloody little secret.

His slender fingers groped for the button along the lines, and opened it. His gray eyes were round and round, and his lips were slightly parted.

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Dear everyone, Merry Christmas, Shuimulong has opened a short and medium story, and now it is the first story, it is not finished, let it out first, warm the bed, otherwise Xiaolong will cry!

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