HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

The night is so charming, the little blue stars in the sky are blinking mysteriously, and the owl is standing on the treetop and cooing.

Lights were lit on an alley at No. [-] Privet Drive, and the Porter's house was holding a banquet, with successful men in well-fitted suits and ladies of high society, and of course, noble and amiable wealthy women were also indispensable.

In a room near the garden in this duplex villa, a little black-haired boy was huddling barefoot in front of the French windows. He looked about eleven or twelve years old and had a pair of beautiful green eyes.

"Hey..." The little boy sighed. Under the fluffy black hair, there was a scar near the forehead, which was left when he was very young, like a small lightning bolt. This is not an honor The medals are the scars left by ordinary boys fighting, and the perpetrator has moved away. Of course, it is not because of guilt or anything, because the other party is even worse, so that the Potters had to pay him a large sum of money. Qian had to carefully apologize, which happened when Harry was six years old.

Yes, Harry didn't follow his parents when he was young. He was sent to his grandfather's house in the country when he was very young, because the Potter family fell into ruin, but his parents were always unwilling, so they gritted their teeth and stayed in the city When he started to work hard, his father said that he would take back everything that belonged to him.

Harry's grandfather, Old James, is a very interesting old man. He is not tall and has gray hair, but he looks very energetic. The single old lady in the neighbor's house always has a lot of interest in him, so Harry became their common Grandson, when old James died, he told Harry that he had just gone to Old Man Merlin for a cup of tea ahead of time.

Harry wanted to know who Merlin was, but he couldn't find out, because his grandfather was dead, and both father and mother thought that Harry should study hard rather than understand such a nonsense.

In this way, after the age of six, Harry was taken back by his parents, but it was obvious that a kid who was used to being wild in the country could not adapt to the life of a rich family. Although he was not short of money in the country, he Wearing a formal dress always made Harry uncomfortable.

The wild boy has been struggling in the city for five years and still can't integrate into it. Today, because he fought with Dali again and injured his face, he was punished not to attend the banquet.

Harry shrugged, that was better, he didn't want to go anyway.

"Grandpa, you once said that as long as I return to my parents, I can see the thing called happiness, but I still haven't found it..." Harry whispered to the moon outside the window, his emerald eyes were full All are lonely.

"Ah!"

"Who?" Harry was startled, he raised his head and looked around, he bet he heard it right, someone sneezed, somewhere in this room.

The dark room was slowly being illuminated, and a small thing rose from the small halo, and Harry's eyes widened, oh my god, this is... this is an elf!

He was really too small, Harry stretched out his hand, and the little thing fell slowly on the palm of his hand. He was wearing pointed carrot boots, and he was wearing a big Indian hat on his head. It is an emerald-like gem, with a small silver snake crawling in it. He is wearing a small robe made of soft, shiny cloth, with silver piping, and intricate patterns flashing.

Harry held his breath, staring at the little guy with emerald eyes, he was so beautiful, with big silver gray eyes, wonderful ivory skin, and a little baby fat on his tender little face, Harry wasn't sure if it was a boy or a girl, but there was no doubt that he was as beautiful as an angel.

Perhaps it was because Harry's gaze was too persistent, the cutie wrinkled her pretty nose, and said softly, "Do I look weird?"

"No, of course not," Harry replied quickly, and then gave a coy smile, "I'm sorry...I mean...who are you?"

"Stupid question!" Little Cutie pouted with her hands on her hips, "Merlin should know that I'm a wizard!"

"A wizard?"

"A wizard!"

Harry felt that he might be hallucinating, he moved, and carefully carried the elf to the bedside, he sat down reverently, put his hands on the soft bed, the elf stood straight in his palm Inside.

"Excuse me, what is a wizard? And Merlin, you mentioned Merlin, what is he?" Harry asked cautiously, hoping not to make this cute little thing angry. Obviously, although he is beautiful, he has a bad personality. good.

Cutie rolled her eyes and said, "A wizard is a wizard, and Merlin is our god."

"Of course," he added, or continued proudly, "we are the noblest of pure-bloods, and I am a Malfoy, noble Malfoy!" The delicate little chin looks like a proud little prince.

Harry couldn't help but continue to ask, "Then what's your name?"

"Ah? Haven't I said it yet?" The little cutie blinked in confusion.

"En." Harry nodded heavily, in fact, he really wanted to pinch the other party's cheeks that looked delicious and tender.

The cutie puffed out her small chest, and said arrogantly: "Draco Malfoy, and I allow you to call me Draco."

"Harry, Harry Potter."

The elf named Draco rolled his eyes and said to Harry in a disdainful tone: "Of course I know you are Harry Potter."

"How would you know?"

"Because I'm your wizard! And every wizard knows that." Draco looked at him like you're a hopeless idiot.

'My', Harry blushed at the word, and he asked dryly, "Then why did you come to see me today?"

"Didn't you call me?" Now it was Draco's turn to be puzzled.

"I called you?" Harry opened his mouth.

"Yeah." Draco crossed his arms and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I couldn't have come here if you hadn't called me."

"But," said Harry dryly, "I didn't say anything like that!"

"Idiot, the so-called call does not have to be said out loud, when there is a strong desire in your heart, the wizard will appear." Draco explained.

Harry frowned and thought about it, and suddenly understood, he seemed to want to know what happiness was very strongly, he blinked and looked at Draco.

"I think what I wish to achieve is," Harry continued after a pause, "to understand what happiness is."

"Well, that's right." Draco said in a tone that I knew well, and he wrinkled his nose again and suggested, "I can give you a lot of toys, so you feel happy?"

Harry shook his head.

"So, a green Norway Ridgeback?"

Harry shook his head again, this time Draco was distressed, he frowned and thought for a while, then raised his head for a while, bit his lips, as if very reluctant, he asked tentatively.

"Then...then I'll give you a lot of small cakes?"

Harry thought about it. Although the cake was delicious, he would not feel happy after eating it, so he still shook his head.

Draco was a little relieved, but very angry, he said angrily: "Then what do you want?"

"I don't know," Harry murmured in confusion, "Grandpa said happiness is a wonderful thing, if you find it, you can smile all your life."

"That's a real problem." Draco wrinkled his nose.

"Indeed." Harry nodded honestly, even a little apologetically, because he thought he might have confused Draco.

Draco turned around with his hands behind his back, and as he walked in small steps, the emerald green bracelets on his wrists also jingled, like the singing of streams and birds in a mountain stream, which fascinated him.

Harry found that there were many green things on Draco's body, such as his green robe, the emerald on his head and the bracelet on his hand.

"Do you like green?" Harry asked.

"What?" Draco stopped walking in circles.

Good-natured Harry asked again, "I mean do you really like green?"

"I like green." His big silver-gray eyes sparkled excitedly, and his pink mouth slightly opened. He bent his eyes and said with a smile, "Everything green is my favorite!" The little hand made a big circle, which seemed to mean a lot.

Harry smiled dotingly, "Me too, green makes people think of breathing, freedom and flying."

"Wow!" Draco sighed loudly, with a bright smile on his face, "Me too!"

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Draco jumped up, clapped his hands and shouted happily.

"Merlin, I have a great idea!"

The author has something to say:

I originally wanted to use elves to set it up, but I still think wizards are better, but the wizards in the wizarding world here are all miniature.

It is assumed that Harry's parents are still there, and they still love Harry, but there is a lack of communication between the two generations.

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