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

Yi Yi yields to ascend, descends to drink, and fights to be a gentleman.

The competition has not yet officially started, but the teachers and students of the whole school seem to have gathered here: the four colleges participating or not participating in the competition, from the headmaster Dumbledore to the potions professor who is the referee of this competition.The little badgers specially made a huge banner to cheer on their college team.

When Kong Yun came in, Captain Truman was giving his players a pre-match speech: "...As you all know, Hufflepuff hasn't won the Quidditch Cup for a long time. For years, its owner has belonged only to Slytherin. But this year, its ownership will only be between us and Gryffindor."

"This is a great opportunity." He said to everyone seriously: "We will prove this to everyone - Hufflepuff is not a waste, and we are not worse than any other house."

Truman didn't say much pep talk, because that was enough: no one understood better than Hufflepuff that each other wanted to do honor to the House and change prejudiced moods.

And today is the closest Hufflepuff has ever come to a title.

When they set foot on the court, all the seats were raised, and many students prepared their own binoculars. Although the Quidditch court is large enough, they want to see the sky flying in this huge space. But crossing the shadow is not an easy task.

The referee for this match was Snape, and as usual, the Potions professor always paid a lot of attention to Gryffindors—this made their new Seeker shudder uncontrollably, and then moved away unconsciously. looked away.

"The game is on. Oh, Gryffindor looks ready, and Spinnett is flying fantastically - the Bludger is coming at her! Well... George or Fred Weasley took the Bludger The ball went sideways, no no no this direction seems to be a bit wrong! Oh oh oh the bludger flew towards Professor Snape! Did he do it on purpose?"

"Jordan, watch your words!"

"I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall." Jordan coughed, shook his hand, and continued: "I mean, after this not-so-good accident... Professor Snape awarded Hufflepuff A free throw. Well, of course it's nothing, anyone can tell that George or Fred Weasley just hit him on purpose..."

The dean of Gryffindor frowned, and was about to scold the temporary commentator for his inclinations, but the situation on the field suddenly changed!

"The free throw missed, the Quaffle went back to Hufflepuff... wait! Professor Snape gave Hufflepuff another free throw, what does that mean? He is a foreign aid that Hufflepuff invited ?"

"Jordan—" McGonagall growled in a low voice.

"Well, sorry, Professor McGonagall, believe me, this is really the last time." Jordan apologized to McGonagall, but no one could tell that there was no sincerity in his words, and the narrator shrugged: " Anyway, with the help of Professor Snape... Take it easy, Professor McGonagall, it was just a slip of the tongue. I mean, on his fair call, Hufflepuff got another free throw, oh- this time Go in, ten points for Hufflepuff."

The Quidditch pitch was very lively for a while, and the Slytherins were gloating at their misfortune if you looked carefully, but the Hufflepuffs who scored seemed a little silent, just like the Gryffindors who lost their points annoyed .

Draco didn't smile.

He raised his head, and his eyes accurately found the shadow he was looking for in the sky.Even if he didn't use a telescope or something like that, it didn't affect his guess of the expression on the savior's face at this moment.anger?Unwilling?Dare to speak out?Or hold back your anger and look for the footprints of the golden snitch?

The time of opposing each other was too long, and it was too far away. For a moment, Draco didn't know what kind of mood he was in at the moment: Are you happy?After all, he used to be unscrupulous and tried to defeat one of the Gryffindors, no matter how stupid he was, he did it.What is the relationship between the process, the result is the most important.

But what about the fact?

He remembered the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin that he chose to miss a month ago.

Rude actions and rough styles are of course nothing. Even if you go too far in the confrontation and really hurt someone, there is no possibility of sending the player off the field-that kind of rule does not exist in Quidditch.But what if, after exhausting all the tricks and doing all the disgraceful tricks, he still loses to the most hated opponent?

Could there be a more useless result than this?

Above the Quidditch pitch, Kong Yun looked down at the edge of the pitch, because the Bludger that George hit was the man who hadn't had time to sit on the broom.

Dean Slytherin had no expression on his face, but those who knew him well knew that this lack of expression itself actually meant that he was in a good mood. In any case, being able to trip Gryffindor was a A happy thing, and the Slytherins in the stands were as happy as he was now?

"Now we have no choice." Wood said quickly to his teammates, "As we said at the beginning, before Professor Snape favored Hufflepuff too much—"

"...let's get this game over as quickly as possible before things get worse," Truman said.

This is probably something that neither of the two Quidditch captains had thought of—the captains of the two teams reached a consensus when neither of them knew what the other was thinking.

"Look! The Golden Snitch!"

The screams from the stands made all the players on the field look terrified, and everyone subconsciously looked for the golden figure.Soon, all eyes were on Snape on the sidelines—more precisely, on the Golden Snitch flying past him at high speed!

For a moment, several players even forgot their responsibilities and just stared blankly at the golden shadow.

Harry controlled the broom and quickly swooped in the direction of the Golden Snitch!When a Bludger flew towards him aggressively, he made a beautiful and crisp turn over in the air, calmly avoiding the fatal blow, and then he controlled the broom and threw himself forward. Stretched out his hand towards the small golden ball——

boom!

Faster than him is the Bludger flying at high speed in the air. God knows what the mood of Gryffindor who is almost ready to jump up and cheer at the bottom is at the moment, but it is true - after Harry Potter stretched out his hand Before catching the Golden Snitch that could directly determine the outcome, the Bludger, which he had easily dodged at first and didn't pay attention to at all, continued to move forward like that, and then ruthlessly hit the smaller Bludger. Enter the Golden Snitch!

The Golden Snitch who was forcefully escaped from his "magic claws" as if he was being rescued, the little guy jumped out in a flash, turned around and flew high into the sky!

The little animals in the stands suddenly felt that their eyes were not enough: Who should we look at?Will Harry Potter continue to turn around and chase the Snitch?Can he catch the golden snitch?More people's eyes are involuntarily attracted by another person——

Destroyed the Gryffindor score directly, and the junior Hufflepuff had no expression on his face, like he just did something that was no big deal.He lowered his hands calmly, and exchanged glances with the senior Hufflepuff on the other side of the field.

...wait, another Hufflepuff? !

Harry, who finally realized what was wrong, widened his eyes. He was indeed faster than Cedric, and he even had a better broom than him, but the Bludger who hit it just now directly hit The Golden Snitch crashes into...

Under the eyes of everyone, Cedric slightly let go of his palms, and in the small opening between his hands, the small ball with wings was shining bright golden light.

The little badgers in the stands suddenly burst into excitement!According to the rules of the Quidditch game, the team that catches the Golden Snitch will add another 150 points, and when the Golden Snitch is caught, the game will be declared over immediately, in other words, they won!

Fourteen players with different expressions controlled the broomsticks to land. As soon as Kong Yun stood firm on the ground, he was hugged by a happy Cedric. The others also put down their brooms and surrounded them excitedly: "Yun, what are you doing It was so beautiful! Thanks to your Bludger!"

"Professor Sprout will be very happy, now that we can finally put the Quidditch trophy in her office."

"This trophy is so wonderful. With the extra points of the Quidditch Cup, our house points can surpass Slytherin and temporarily rank first..."

"I've been worrying about the college's Quidditch results." Truman said, his eyes were full of smiles at the moment: "Of course, you all did a great job, even better than I imagined -"

"...Hey, Malfoy, are you going to leave like this? Don't you stay and enjoy the jokes of the Gryffindor guys? Look at their faces, it's so miserable."

Draco didn't answer this question, he didn't even care about the laughter behind him, he just casually patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and left the Quidditch pitch without looking back.

"I'm sorry, Yun." Among the noisy and excited crowd, Kong Yun raised his head slightly, and before he knew it, the expression of joy had faded from the senior Hufflepuff in front of him, and Cedric let him go slowly. , in the eyes that have always been gentle, there is anxiety and apology at this time, but more firmness:

"I also know, that's really nothing." His voice was very low, as if he was talking to himself: "We caught the Golden Snitch. For 150 points, Professor Snape's ten has no effect at all. We He won Gryffindor on his own strength, but—”

but……

Outside the Quidditch pitch, the midday sun was shining and warm, and the chill of deep winter seemed to be dissipated in the layers of light. Draco didn't look back, and what he remembered in his mind was a certain game that year. , when Harry Potter was frightened by the dementors, fell off the broomstick and missed the golden snitch, the fool who had clearly won and was later certified by the Goblet of Fire , insisting on what he said——

Cedric turned around, facing the professors who were close at hand, he slowly but firmly raised his right hand.

"I don't think this game is fair to Gryffindor. For the sake of the fairness of the game, please allow us... to have another round!"

For just a moment, everyone's eyes were on the senior Hufflepuff with firm eyes. No one noticed that from the beginning of the game to the end with the light of victory, the expressionless black-haired hush Chippaqi finally lowered his head slightly, with a relieved smile in his eyes.

If a gentleman has nothing to fight for, he must also shoot!Bow to let go up, down to drink, the fight is also a gentleman!