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

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Vice-principal Minerva McGonagall was actually not very happy when she learned that Dumbledore had sent an admission letter to a foreign boy who was not on the Hogwarts freshman list with an owl.

Although after the catastrophe more than ten years ago, Hogwarts has ushered in a peaceful time for quite a while, but everyone knows that "that person" has not really died, and he has always survived in a certain place in this world. In a corner, waiting for the chance to come back.

And this year is the year that Harry Potter enters school.

No one knows when that man will make a comeback, but everyone is sure that he will return to Hogwarts again, to Harry Potter's side.

In such troubled times, it is not a wise choice to accept a student who should not belong here.

Not happy, not happy, out of trust and respect for Dumbledore, McGonagall arrived at the appointed place on time, and also met the freshman Dumbledore said.

The bustling streets were crowded with people, the cries of merchants, the melodious music from the record store, and the smell of hamburgers floating in the air were all mixed together. On the boy between the bookstore and the record store.

He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans - very ordinary Muggle clothes, but clean and tidy.Her long jet-black hair was tied into a bundle, hanging down her back softly.The corners of his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was not used to such a dirty and noisy environment.However, even so, his standing posture was still firm and upright, his eyes were calm and clear, and he showed no signs of restlessness.

A kind of person who is difficult to see at a glance in the crowd, but once you see it, you will be reluctant to look away.

Just by looking at it, it's hard not to have a good impression.

"Yun-Kong?" She pronounced the boy's name in a somewhat blunt tone, "I'm Minerva McGonagall, a professor at Hogwarts, and I'm in charge of shopping for some necessities for you to go to school—I think you should Have you read the purchase list on the letter?"

As McGonagall spoke, the teenager whose name was called quickly turned to look at her: "Yes, Professor McGonagall." He saluted solemnly, respectfully and politely, but neither humble nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, I don't know much about the shops around me, so I will trouble you next time."

Mag nodded slightly: "This is the Leaky Cauldron, we're going to Diagon Alley through this bar—all the necessities can be bought there." She said, and walked into the bar first.

Kong Yun noticed that when they walked into the bar, several people looked over at the same time—to be precise, they looked at Professor McGonagall beside him.

"Long time no see, Minerva, nice to meet you." One of them waved at them: "Is this kid next to you a freshman at Hogwarts this year?"

"You're finally here." Another man who looked like a bar owner joked while pouring wine into his glass: "You don't know, this kid has been standing at the door of the bar for a full hour—— It's not that Muggles can't see the pub, I'm really worried that the Muggle police will come and make trouble for me."

Mag turned his head in surprise, and the young man obviously understood what they said, with an embarrassed look on his face: "I just wanted to find out where I could buy those learning tools, so it was a while earlier than the agreed time. ——" He coughed lightly, looking a little embarrassed: "But you also saw it, and I didn't find anything."

This is of course nothing.

For those who have not been in contact with the British wizarding world, it is not easy to find Diagon Alley.What surprised Mag a little was that after the kid stood alone at the door of an unfamiliar bar for an entire hour, not only did he not show any signs of impatience, he even didn't say a word about it.

If the bar owner hadn't told her, thinking of the young man's straight and firm silhouette when they first met, Mag would almost have thought he had just arrived.

It has to be said that this made Mag a little bit more fond of this foreign land - because of his good upbringing.

"Those things can only be bought in Diagon Alley." Saying goodbye to the people in the bar in a few words, Mag led Kong Yun to continue walking in, passing through a mechanism, and a wide avenue appeared in front of them.After they walked in, the wall was closed again, as if nothing had happened.

"This is Diagon Alley." McGonagall said, "However, before purchasing the items on the list, we have to go to Gringotts to exchange coins."

According to the reminder on the list, they first went to Gringotts to exchange the coins they needed to use next, and then went to Madam Malkin's robe store, where they bought black work robes, pointed hats, protective gloves and winter cloaks .

In the following time, they bought most of the items on the list one after another, from large crucibles for experiments to small crystal medicine bottles.

It is worth mentioning that they spent the longest time in Lihen Bookstore - this young man from the East seems to have a soft spot for books. When he picks up, opens, and closes every book, he always Be very careful, lest you accidentally hurt even a tiny corner of the book.

Diagon Alley, during the Hogwarts admission season, was very lively. Parents with their children to buy things were everywhere. It was as crowded as the street outside, and it was difficult to even move.When they passed the pet shop on the street, Mag stopped and was about to ask Kong Yun if she needed an owl when a small "meow" sounded in her ears.

She followed the sound and saw a small kitten no bigger than a palm jumping out of the boy's backpack, maybe it was squeezed by the crowd, and it was meowing aggrievedly at the moment, while the boy lowered his head and whispered Soothe it.

Mag was taken aback slightly.

It wasn't because there was anything special about this cat - she just suddenly realized that the boy was standing on the outside of her at this moment, faintly blocking the crowd for her.The crowd rushed towards him like flowing water, but he was as firm as a rock, unmoving as a mountain.

Looking at it from her angle, she could just see the boy's focused expression as he comforted the kitten. While stroking the kitten gently, he lowered his voice seriously and whispered something to it.

At the same time, he turned slightly sideways, naturally blocking the force of the crowd rushing towards Mag.

This made McGonagall more affirmed his own judgment - this was not a deliberate act by the teenager to please the future professor, but out of his own self-cultivation and demeanor, when he was accompanied by a woman, his subconscious behavior and choose.

In the eyes of others, such a scene seems a bit weird and embarrassing, after all, in terms of stature, Mag is taller than him by more than a head.

McGonagall didn't feel embarrassed, she just felt a little strange and funny in her heart-is she regarded by her students... as a woman who needs to be cared for?

She was a little uncomfortable, but before she could react, the words in her heart had already been spoken: "Your cat is very cute."

The boy was obviously stunned for a while, but he didn't hear another meaning in the professor's mouth. He showed a shy, shallow smile, "Thank you."

"Since you already have a pet, let's go directly to Ollivander." McGonagall said, as if nothing happened: "You still need a good wand."

They stopped in front of an old shop.

Kong Yun looked curiously at the "wooden sticks" displayed in the window. In the Chinese magic world, almost no one would use this kind of thing as a weapon - the only one that was similar could barely be called a stick, but it was from the East China Sea Dragon Palace. The Treasure of Zhenhai that was pulled out was obviously different from this ordinary wooden stick.

After a series of wonderful measurements—although Kong Yun didn’t quite understand whether there was any causal relationship between the distance between the nostrils and the purchase of the wand, in short, Mr. Ollivander did pick out a wand that was most suitable for him, and it was very easy. It's hard to say what it felt like, but there was nothing like the sense of security he felt when he held his wand in his hand.

"Eleven inches, apple wood, phoenix feather...very good, it seems that it likes you very much." Ollivander said, his tone so engrossing that Kong Yun wondered if he had met an English "half" Fairy" or something, but he chose to continue listening: "This wand chose you, as it was meant to be - it's amazing..."

"I don't think you need to take what you just said too seriously." When they finished shopping and returned to the street, McGonagall said: "In fact, for every little wizard who buys a wand, That's pretty much what Ollivander said."

Seeing the young man's relieved expression, Mag pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a stiff smile: "This is the ticket to Hogwarts." She handed Kong Yun a ticket, which clearly read Time and place: "September [-]st, Hogwarts welcomes you."

She said sincerely.