[Comprehensive] Those years when I memorized the Analects of Confucius

Kong Yun calmed down, and once again carefully looked around the surrounding environment——

The surrounding light is extremely dark, and it can be seen that it is already night. The cold moonlight lingers among the gloomy weeds and tombstones, and an indescribable coldness almost soaks into the skin. There is a yew tree, and behind the tree is an old church. Unnamed weeds and vines have climbed from the ground to its corner.

A place in his memory that he has never been to.

Draco, who was supposed to be by his side, was nowhere to be seen at this moment.

Not only that……

The black-haired Hufflepuff lowered his head, just like he did for the first time, he once again checked his body seriously:

The purity of spiritual power is still at the level of my 23-year-old self, but the total amount is less than one-seventh of what it was in its heyday.He stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the thin calluses left by his early experiments in his palm disappeared at this moment, replaced by the unique slenderness and softness of teenagers.

From the perspective of bone age, the age of this body should be between 14 and 15 years old.

It is neither the young man who has grown up and has stabilized spiritual power a thousand years ago, nor the young man who has not yet fully stabilized his Taoism before leaving a thousand years later.

Considering that he was directly teleported to this strange suburb after pushing open the door of the Bluebell Bar, it is even difficult for him to tell whether the space he is in now is 1000 years ago or 1000 years later.

...I don't know what's going on with Draco.

Not being under the control of worry and confusion for too long, Kong Yun exhaled slightly, and quickly recovered his previous composure and calmness. He took out his wand from the wizard's robe, and was about to use a magic to tell the time , but before the spell was spoken, he stopped it abruptly——

Is there something, flying towards here... quickly?

As soon as this idea came up, he directly witnessed the whole process of the UFO in the air from far to near, and even fell from the sky, falling in front of him——

"...Senior Diggory? Harry?"

Harry was a little confused.

Anyone who is going to get the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, but is torn by the trophy all the way to an unnamed place, I am afraid it will be difficult to react in the first place.Along with that familiar and long-lost voice, there was also the sharp pain of the second injury when the injured leg hit the ground.

This made him hiss uncontrollably, and he waited for several seconds until he heard Cedric hesitantly call out "Cloud", then he finally raised his head to look at the owner of the voice.

"Senior Kong?" He looked at the black-haired Hufflepuff in surprise, "Why are you here?"

After confirming that the two people in front of him were indeed Harry and Cedric in his memory, Kong Yun heaved a sigh of relief. In any case, it was at least certain that he had returned to the original timeline.

I have to say, sometimes things are so strange.He tried everything possible to come back, but he couldn't find any clues or ways. However, just when he was about to let go of this obsession, he came back at the most unexpected time.

This kind of exclamation only stayed for a moment, and was quickly left behind by Kong Yun.

"Let's talk about these things later—" Without wasting too much time on meaningless exchanges, Kong Yun spoke very quickly: "Senior Digory, please help me lift Harry up, I need to see Look at his wound—" He paused, as if trying to distinguish the type of wound: "This is... an acromantula? How did you come across this?"

Cedric pulled Harry up. Unexpectedly, Kong Yun could tell the source of the wound with just a few glances. He couldn't help but look up at him. The black-haired Hufflepuff was looking down and thinking, as if Considering how to treat the wound.

Harry didn't think about it that much. In order to save time as much as possible, he explained concisely: "Digory and I participated in a match... that acromantula was the one we met in the final stage of the match. Arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the black-haired Hufflepuff clenched his wand and whispered a spell he had never heard before, which made the pain in his leg significantly better. Any pain was felt.

Harry stood up and tried to take two steps.

"The venom of the giant spider needs special antidote to assist the treatment. Now I can only temporarily block the spread of the poison and let the surface of the wound heal." Kong Yun took back his wand, and he sometimes studied with Cecilia Healing magic, so he is quite good at this aspect: "I don't have the materials now, and I will prepare the antidote for you when I get back to Hogwarts."

Hearing what he said, Harry also heaved a sigh of relief, probably because he had long listed Kong Yun in his heart as a school bully like Hermione, and Harry was also impressed by the black-haired Hufflepuff's ability to quickly deal with wounds. Not too surprised, he is not usually good at saying nice words, now he can only express his thanks clumsily but sincerely: "Thank you."

"It's easy to do." Kong Yun gave him a comforting smile, and continued calmly: "I was staying in another place..."

Since he didn't understand the specific situation today, he didn't go into too much detail, but explained his situation vaguely and roughly: "When I realized it, I had already arrived at this place—do you know where this is? ?”

Both shook their heads.

"The situation on our side is similar." Cedric said: "We defeated the acromantula, and we planned to win the trophy together."

"...For some reason, the trophy turned into a portkey. We just grabbed the trophy and it took us to this strange place," Harry added.

"This is Little Hangleton."

Cedric's complexion changed slightly, because the voice that answered the conversation did not belong to any of the three, and none of them noticed that someone was approaching—no, maybe not all of them were like this.

Turning his eyes slightly, he saw the black-haired Hufflepuff's bright eyes and the soft smile between his eyebrows at a glance. With a joyful voice, another person's name was called out:

"Draco."

The figure of the visitor was getting closer and closer, but he skipped the two of them and stopped directly beside the black-haired Hufflepuff.Draco looked down at him for a moment, his eyes focused, and after making sure that there were no wounds or accidents on the other person, he turned his head slightly, but ignored the surprised expressions of the two, and continued calmly:

"This is the churchyard near Little Hangleton, where Voldemort killed his Muggle father."

Harry is fine. Under the influence of Dumbledore, he gradually became less scruples about the name Voldemort like ordinary wizards. Cedric was taken aback. His eyes remained firm, but his expression was Turned slightly pale.

He didn't pay attention to the two people with different expressions. Draco didn't have any expression on his face. His eyes were clear, and there was a deep alert in his eyes. Compared with vigilance against the unknown instinct, it was more like... waiting for something dangerous Same as coming.

wait for what?

This question only existed for a moment, because in the next second, everyone could clearly see the figure coming from the darkness. The man's footsteps were not fast and slow, and he was holding an unknown object in his arms. , he didn't speak, a cold, hoarse voice sounded slowly in the darkness——

"I remember you, you are Lucius' son." The voice chuckled, with a viper-like coldness, "Your father is a cunning guy, he always knows when to make what choice, then What about you? Will you make the right choice?"

His voice was cold, but his tone was flat and gentle, as if he was chatting with others.

Instead of looking at the tall figure standing there, Draco's gaze shifted slightly downwards, and landed on the "thing" held in the man's arms. His original vigilance and vigilance gradually dissipated, and he curled his lips. Corner, actually smiled.

"Yes," he said.

Harry's heart sank.

There is no need for any proof or reminder. At this moment, the scar on his forehead that is painfully painful is enough for him to understand what kind of enemy they are facing at this moment. He clenched his wand tightly, but the severe pain from the scar made him lose his strength for a moment, and he could only kneel down on the ground.

At the same time, he heard a familiar voice piercing the silence calmly and crisply.

"Avada Kedavra."

Accompanied by a flash of strong green light, not far away, the man standing on the edge of the tombstone was caught off guard and had no time to dodge, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Draco was a little surprised that the opponent would make a move so quickly.When he turned his head to look over, he happened to see the quiet face of the black-haired Hufflepuff.Half of the boy's face was hidden in the darkness. Although it was difficult to distinguish, he instinctively felt the other party's unhappy mood at the moment.

"I don't like the way he is pointing at you with his wand." The black-haired Hufflepuff said this very seriously, with a childlike stubbornness, but he didn't have time to look carefully, and seemed to notice his gaze, the boy He turned his head slightly, and emphasized uncomfortably: "Hurry up, I want to go home."

Draco froze for a moment, but couldn't help but smile too.

"you're right."

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore.

He has learned a lot of magic, including the improvements he made based on the spells of his predecessors, and the dueling magic inherited from Salazar. Although this body is still young because of its age, the magic power still remains. level, but the Voldemort in front of him is just a "baby" who has no body and has not been resurrected.

Everything is still in time.

He raised his wand—

A soft ray of light shot out from the hawthorn wand he was holding tightly, and finally condensed into a small and lovely silver-white flame. It looked so small and weak that it would be blown out by the night wind at any time, but in the "baby" "The moment it was lightly entangled, it was quietly turned into ashes under the eyes of everyone.

Along with the Death Eater who was shot by Avada Kedavra.

In the next second, everyone clearly saw a touch of golden red getting closer to the horizon——

Here comes Dumbledore.