HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

Hermione was always worried after meeting and talking with Draco, so this day she packed up her things almost a little toughly and came back to Harry's residence without even putting down her luggage.

"Hermione, why are you back all of a sudden?" Harry froze for a moment when he opened the door, and then he found that his friend was almost checking himself with a detector-like gaze.

"What are you staring at me?" Harry rubbed his nose uncomfortably.

"You look, well, not bad." Hermione said dryly. He thought he would see a paper-like Harry when he came back, but obviously, he took care of himself pretty well.

"I'm not a child anymore." Harry wrinkled his nose, Hermione pursed his lips, and rarely refuted.

"Only age and appearance." Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry smiled.

They ate and chatted together, just like a long time ago, but there were fewer people around.

"Everyone is busy." Harry sighed softly, and the knife and fork in Hermione's hand paused.

"Aren't you coming back, Harry?" she asked, pursing her lips.

"You've ostracized yourself for too long."

"Ah, Hermione, I just need some time." Harry smiled awkwardly, rubbing his nose uncomfortably.

lie.Hermione sighed inwardly, but said nothing more.

They chatted for a while after dinner, until Hermione started to let out a sleepy yawn involuntarily.

"Go to bed, Hermione." Harry's voice was soft, and Hermione froze for a moment.

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing." She muttered, got up from the sofa and walked to the guest room.

"Good night, Hermione."

The shaggy-haired woman stopped in her footsteps, turned slightly to look at her friend, and blinked in confusion. The latter smiled back at her.

"Good night, Harry."

Hermione didn't stay long, and the Ministry couldn't do without her.

"I'm fine, Hermione, you've seen it all." Harry shrugged.

"Well, just take care of yourself." Hermione took a step forward, turned up the collar of his shirt for Harry, and muttered again.

"You too, Hermione, you deserve the best." Harry said in a low voice, and Hermione blushed and punched him lightly.

"Wordy."

After Harry sent Hermione away, he returned to his house, and just opened the door to see his dragon curled up by the fireplace, the tall flames made the room a little hot.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Harry walked quickly to his dragon, and in the light, a fine layer of sweat appeared on the dragon's body.

Dragon half raised his eyelids, muttered a dragon language, and snorted again, Harry was a little at a loss.

"How can I help you?" Harry asked in a low voice, sure the dragon understood him.

The dragon's ears moved, its tail flicked, and its round eyes widened, staring at Harry.

"I, I just want to help you."

The dragon stood up abruptly. He was now the same height as Harry, but he was still too thin, of course, only for the size of the dragon.

Like a giant moving hill, the dragon landed on all fours and walked towards the bedroom, and finally closed the door with its tail, making a "bang" sound.

Harry blinked, then raised his right hand to caress his glasses that had slipped off the bridge of his nose. He took a few steps forward, sat cross-legged at the door, put his hands on his knees with some anxiety, and tapped his fingers unconsciously. hit.

Harry didn't know how much time had passed, he just stood up suddenly, because his mind seemed to have been electrocuted.

"Something happened to his dragon!"

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