HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

The dragon appeared again on a rainy night, and the rain was heavy, but Harry didn't close the window, but put two buckets beside him, one red and one green, like two lonely mushrooms.That's really silly, the young man sat cross-legged on the floor, blinking his shiny black eyelashes.

The pouring rainwater hung in from the outside, like pouring beans, and fell into the bucket. A small puddle soon formed around it. Harry wiped off the water stain with a bath towel. He was not that big. Towels, so he had to sacrifice his bath towels.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, the movement of the black-haired man's hands stopped, his lips that had been pursed all the time relaxed, and he didn't even have time to show a smile, because the dragon's nose was bleeding, and the gray-blue eyes It became deeper, it was a primitive, aggressive look.

Harry quietly took out the wand hidden in his cuff, and confronted the dragon.

The dragon's pupils shrank like a snake, and then snorted, revealing a weird, mocking smile.

Harry relaxed and stood up, the dragon was about his height already, and Harry knew the dragon would grow even bigger, if not as big as a moving hill in the books, but at least, He can no longer come in at the window.

In the room, Harry covered the dragon with a soft blanket, which he liked, a beautiful sky blue.From the first time he entered this bedroom, Long took it as his own willfully.

"You're not doing well, are you?" He whispered, stroking the dragon's lower jaw with his callused hand, the dragon bared its fangs in its sleep, and lightly brushed his palm, leaving a light trail. Light scratches.

Bitten by a dog, you need to be vaccinated against rabies. What about being bitten by a dragon?Harry watched the bright red liquid seep out of his palm with some confusion, and then his attention was attracted by the dragon's slightly opened, clear pupils.

Long licked the wound carefully with his soft tongue, he looked lazy.

The blood stopped coming out, only a warm and creamy touch remained, and the dragon fell asleep again.

Harry leaned gently on the dragon's body, heard the sound of the other's strong heartbeat, and fell asleep with a smile.

The dragon disappeared again, and Harry was no longer so worried, because he knew that the dragon would always come back.

In the small room, when Snape forcefully pushed open the door, he saw only a pale man crouching on the edge of the bed in embarrassment.

"What the hell are you doing!" growled the former Headmaster of Hogwarts gloomily.

Draco's fingers gripped the sheets, panting with difficulty.

Snape picked up the thin young man and placed him on the bed. The latter curled up like a baby in its mother's womb, whimpering in pain.

The black-haired middle-aged man quickly swept across the desk, his eyes sinking.He glared at the young man behind him, and then quickly fiddled with the equipment with his hands.

"Drink it." He said in a restrained voice, but his left hand was a little too gentle to help the young man up.

The potion passed through the tongue and reached the stomach, time ticked by, until the other party looked at him tiredly, the potion master, who was always expressionless, eased his expression.

"Go to your mother."

"No." Draco resisted in a low voice, and Snape showed a mocking look.

"Just like your father..." Snape didn't finish his sentence for the first time, not because of someone's interruption, but because he stopped suddenly.

Draco's complexion became very bad, and he even suddenly became angry.

"To you, he's terrible! But to me! He's a father I can't lose!"

"That's his choice." Snape's lips pursed, and the young man opposite him gave an odd smile.

"Yeah, everybody's saying that, like when he's out, it's going to be the same."

"Draco." Snape called his name with some warning.

Draco pressed his pale to transparent fingers on his cheek, he closed his eyes, and murmured, "Go, don't forget, in their memory, you are already dead."

The door was opened and closed again.Draco wasn't sure if he heard the other sigh.

"Is it possible?" He chewed the question in his mind, and then gently put it aside, time was running out, Draco closed his eyes and thought.

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