HP Knockdown and Counter Knockdown

The infirmary was a place Harry was very familiar with, with large expanses of white, the smell of disinfectant, and silence.

He gently opened and closed the door. Madam Pomfrey would only occasionally visit for routine inspections at night, and now that time had passed, so he didn't have to worry about being disturbed at all.

Thanks to Merlin, apart from one patient, Draco, there were no other restless and injured students.

Pulling back the white curtain, Harry held his breath. He didn't dare to use fluorescent lights, and could only look at the quiet blond boy in the hazy moonlight.

He is so beautiful.Harry's heart fluttered slightly, and Potter thought in his heart, the boy's platinum-blonde hair was highlighted by the moonlight into a more shining silver, and only the long eyelashes of his tightly closed eyes stayed there quietly, as if at any time A fluttering butterfly.

Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Malfoy with his lips pursed.It wasn't until the sky was slightly bright that he woke up like a dream. The black-haired boy blushed, put on the invisibility cloak and hurriedly left the infirmary.

Ron was eating happily with fresh meat pies as usual, gossiped with Seamus and the others, and then pulled his friends to despise those sissies together, but something was wrong today, his friend actually ate Fell asleep with pie, he looked very tired.

"Harry, what's the matter with you, are you having a nightmare?" Ron asked with concern, throwing down the pie.

"...Well, Ron, I didn't have a nightmare, I was just a little sleepy." Harry said slowly, yawning.

"Damn it, your eyes look like rabbits, haven't you slept all night?" Ron yelled. He really cared about his friend, but he couldn't control the volume of his concern.

Harry looked helplessly at his friend, who slumped headlong on the long table, and decided to sleep for a while.

"Harry, brother, what's the matter with you?" Ron shouted, pushing the black-haired boy.

"Please, Ron, keep quiet, you are making us the focus of this school, remember, the focus of ridicule." Hermione rolled her eyes and said.

"Oh, Hermione, I'm just worried about Harry." Ron said, scratching his hair awkwardly.

Hermione stroked her friend's messy black hair, thinking, it was quite similar to stroking Crookshanks, and the touch was good.

"Hermione, I'm not Crookshanks." The muffled voice came, and Hermione froze for a moment, then smiled, "Cheer up, Harry, the next class is Professor Snape's."

"Forget it, anyway, he will definitely deduct my points." Harry continued to reply in a muffled voice.

"It's more pessimistic than that, Harry, as long as you don't make mistakes, the professor won't be like this."

"I didn't make a mistake." Harry raised his head, grabbed Hermione's hand and put it aside, puffed and said, "The reason last time was because I spoke, and the reason last time was because I moved my body The reason last time was because I was distracted, Merlin, he always stares at me, if I am honest this time and do nothing wrong, he will definitely detain me because my breathing destroyed the properties of the potion Divided, definitely will."

Hearing Harry's words, Hermione swallowed the persuasion that he wouldn't, because if the subject was Professor Snape, he would probably be able to say the damn thing because breathing affects the potion's potency.

In the Potions class, Snape started his lecture after routinely spraying the venom all over Harry's body. It was dull and boring, and it was even more terrifying for those who flew low in the Potions class. Who could keep up with Slytherin? The dean's thinking, except for Granger and Snape's godson, it's a pity that the blond beauty who likes to show off is lying in the infirmary.

After receiving the message, Snape left for a while, and before he left, he cast a gloomy glance at all the students, warning these little trolls to behave themselves.

The professor left for 1 minute, the classroom was very quiet, 3 minutes, Gryffindor took the lead in chatting, 10 minutes, what is quiet, can it be eaten?How much is it for a catty of potions?

"You know, although I was frightened by the dean at first, but now that I think about it, I really envy that dead guy."

"Yeah, Malfoy is the beauty of Hogwarts, I don't know which bastard climbed into his bed."

"I still think it's from our academy." One little snake whispered, and the other excitedly agreed.

"That's right, Slytherins don't sleep with stupid Hufflepuffs or nerdy Ravenclaws."

"What about... Gryffindor?"

"Shut up, Gryffindor was never a consideration."

The whispering continued, but it was no longer whispering. Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust and moved his head to look at Hermione.

"Hermione, give me some cotton."

"What's the matter, Harry, Professor Snape didn't write about the use of cotton?" Hermione glanced at her friend, then flipped through her notes doubtfully and checked confidently.

"No, it's not a potion, give me some cotton, I know you have it in your pocket." For friends who like to read, the habit of using cotton as earplugs is still deep-rooted since childhood, and some places in Hogwarts are not Magic is allowed, so these little Muggle skills are still very valuable.

Hermione glanced at her friend strangely, but still took out cotton from her pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you." Harry took the cotton and stuffed it into his ear, and the world was finally quiet, no Malfoy, no bed, no damn pregnancy!

Harry was so absorbed in his potion practice, yes, so absorbed that Ron didn't even know when he reminded him to add a little more Achnatherum splendens.

Just hearing a "bang", a small explosion happened on Harry and Ron's experimental table.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." A gloomy voice rang out, and with the clear spring, the flames were extinguished, and the savior and innocent Ron were drowned.

"The explosive hairstyle, the thick smoke, the scorched face, and the unscrupulous sneer beside him, Merlin's balls, Harry, oh, Potter in his heart decides to curse the world, damn Malfoy, damn pregnant! (TBC)

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One more thing to add next time O(∩_∩)O

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