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

Draco lowered his head, quietly watching the "mortal danger" on the clock face.

This is actually not a multiple-choice question, and there is nothing to hesitate about. Just like the agreement he made with his mother, Narcissa, once the part belonging to Kong Yun becomes "fatal danger", he will stop in time and return to Malone. Fu Manor, continue his unfinished vacation.

In terms of his personality, to be able to achieve this step is actually already doing his best.

For no reason, at this moment, he looked at the long-lost "fatal danger" on the clock face, which only appeared during Voldemort's time, and what he thought of was the person who was at Hogwarts back then, with boundless fear, alone Plotting to kill Dumbledore himself.

Just take a look, he said to himself.

If the situation is really as dangerous as Voldemort's, then he will leave immediately, Portkey or Apparation, whatever, in short, don't care about the guy's life and death again, let him fend for himself.

With this in mind, Draco finally followed the instructions on the clock and found it.

He thought he would face some powerful enemy like Voldemort, but what he saw was completely different from what he imagined——

There are no enemies, no monsters or wild beasts, what is presented to him at this moment is a lonely forest, and the person he is looking for is standing in the depths of the forest, more precisely, standing at the end of the forest, The edge of the cliff is visible.

Just take another step forward, and you will step into the air and fall to pieces.

Thinking of this, the face of the junior Slytherin changed slightly.

What is it that can make people stand on the edge of a cliff voluntarily without knowing it?As soon as this thought came out of his heart, everything in front of him suddenly changed——

It was like a dream.

Those things that I watched from the sidelines, experienced, or heard in my memory are presented at this moment like a fleeting glance.Draco only felt as if he had returned to Hogwarts that year, the Hogwarts auditorium that was once lively but now fell into endless silence.

As a public auditorium where teachers and students of the whole school eat together, this is undoubtedly the most lively corner of Hogwarts. Students from each college will eat here, exchange various knowledge with each other, and then have a pleasant breakfast or dinner After, start or end each day.

But the Hogwarts auditorium at this moment is obviously different.

On the long table belonging to Gryffindor, the lion cubs looked dignified, as if they were no longer lively and lively; the seats at the long Hufflepuff table were less than half empty, and the little badgers stopped chirping and exchanging interesting gossip , keeping his head down, eating silently; on the Ravenclaw long table, only a few figures of seniors could be vaguely seen; Chair.

No one speaks.

Draco's eyes stayed on the empty Slytherin table for a moment, then walked through the large and silent auditorium.

The students at the table still lowered their heads, doing their own things, and didn't seem to notice his existence.Ernie McMillan even walked right through him as he walked through the gate.

What could be called a horrifying scene, but Draco, the person involved, calmly pushed open the door of the auditorium, and stepped out indifferently——

"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, now is not the time to be a hero." The head of Gryffindor frowned deeply, her expression was terribly serious, and now she looked down at the few juniors in front of her. When looking at the little guy, there was a trace of softness unconsciously in his eyes: "The situation we need to face next will be very, very dangerous. This is not a battlefield that you can participate in, understand?"

Draco lowered his head, not surprisingly, he found the symbolic Gryffindor logo on the robes of the junior students in front of him.

"I understand your determination and courage to protect Hogwarts, but our enemy is Voldemort, which is too dangerous." McGonagall Minerva just stood there quietly, gently, but unquestionably told The little guys in front of them: "Go back!"

Draco paused and continued walking forward.He only took a few steps forward, but the scene in front of him has undergone another earth-shaking change——

This is a very ordinary English house. Draco recognized it as an ordinary Muggle house after just a glance. The location is from outside the door to the house.

In front of him were strange and ordinary Muggle furniture, as well as a smiling Muggle couple.Draco was sure he didn't know them, he turned his head, and soon noticed the family photo that was solemnly placed on the cabinet.

The man and woman in the photo faced the camera with the same gentle smile. The girl in the middle was unattractive, with fluffy hair messily flowing down her ordinary face and drooping down in a mess.

The door of a certain room was slowly opened at this time.

The girl who came out has the same face as the girl in the photo, the difference is that she is wearing a pure black robe at the moment, the tie around the neck is bright red, and a delicate lion is embroidered on the chest , when she turned around and closed the door, she could faintly see a magic wand that was neither too long nor too short from the long sleeved gown.

"Good evening, Hermione." The middle-aged woman in an apron rolled up her sleeves and placed a steaming breakfast on the middle table: "Are you going to Hogwarts tomorrow?"

"Good evening, Dad, Mom." The girl also smiled and nodded to her parents, she slightly hugged the book in her arms, and said nonchalantly: "Yes, Professor McGonagall has a temporary experiment, I hope I can Go help her sooner."

Like every ordinary family, Hermione Granger had a very pleasant dinner with her family. After the dinner, the Gryffindor girl took the initiative to wash the dishes. After everything was over, the family sat down again. When we got to the sofa, we had a pleasant daily communication.

No one noticed Draco in the corner, like he didn't even exist.

until late at night.

Hermione Granger lowered her head, and quietly pushed open the door belonging to her parents. Her gaze stayed on the sleeping man and woman on the bed for a long time, so long that Draco was almost impatient. At that moment, he saw the girl calmly raised the magic wand in her hand, slamming every word——

"Everything is forgotten."

The girl was still wearing the clean and neat Gryffindor uniform. She put the wand back into the sleeve robe, turned around calmly, and walked towards the outside of the house. When she passed the living room, she did not stop, but Draco But once again, he clearly saw the family portrait carefully placed on the cabinet.

The man and woman in the photo smiled gently, but the girl standing in the middle started from fluffy curly hair and disappeared inch by inch until she could no longer be seen.

Like it never existed.

It was at this time that Draco suddenly remembered something that he had almost forgotten - it is said that before the final battle at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger personally told her parents Using a memory spell, if she never came back from this trip, the poor Muggle couple might never know that they once had a daughter who died forever in a war they didn't know about.

Draco was only silent for a moment, then he raised his foot without hesitation and continued to walk forward.

Everything I saw suddenly became scattered and irregular: Cedric Diggory, who died during the Goblet of Fire, and the mournful faces of the Hufflepuffs; - Blake's death; Fred Weasley, one of the twins, closed his eyes forever...

Most of the time, disasters and wars are like a greedy monster, often requiring countless human lives to fill up the hard-won tranquility and beauty after the war, and in this process, the most likely to be sacrificed is the innocent and the faithful.

The junior Slytherin, who had witnessed everything one after another, looked away. He looked very calm, as if the parting of life and death did not affect him in any way—he looked up at the empty front, and said calmly: "Honestly, this is probably the most substandard illusion I've ever seen."

Draco wasn't sure what kind of creature was causing the illusion in front of him, but he was sure that the other party must have "heard" his words, because at the same time as his words fell, everything in front of him turned into nothingness .

In the next second, an unnamed "creature" appeared in front of his eyes.

It has neither limbs nor head, and it looks like a floating unknown creature as a whole. At a strange moment, Draco lowered his head, but accurately felt something similar to "confusion" from its body. mood.

It is "asking", why?

"Your choice is not wrong. This is indeed a memory I don't want to accept." The junior Slytherin said calmly: "However, being unwilling to accept it doesn't mean that I will be shaken by it."

Draco didn't like recalling the past.

To be more accurate and straightforward, what he has always resisted and cannot accept is the immature, ignorant, and stupid self back then.

For a long time in the past, due to the education he received since he was a child, he has always held some ideas that seem ridiculous now: for example, Gryffindors are impulsive fools, and pure blood is always superior to the humble half-breed mud Well, Dumbledore is just a silly old man with a funny head...

But what about practicality?

In the last battle at Hogwarts, except for himself with different motives, no one in Slytherin chose to stay, but among the "stupid", "reckless" and "impulsive" Gryffindor fools, some war, at the expense of his own life.

How brave the Gryffindor he despised was how cowardly Draco Malfoy was back then.

For Draco, these memories he didn't want to accept were like a bloody scar. Every time he recalled it, he would eventually recall the real and ridiculous self back then.

but--

"I'm really unwilling to accept this fact, and I'm really beginning to feel that...Gryffindor is not as bad as I thought..." Having said that, the junior Slytherin shrugged: "Well, actually... …In some ways, I admire them, too."

"But so what?"

Facing the blank look of the other party, Draco now looked terribly calm: "I will never understand Gryffindor."

Is Gryffindor great?

It's great.

No matter how much Draco loathes and dislikes this academy, he has to admit that when some people are willing to ignore personal safety and even save more people at the cost of their own lives, this kind of behavior In itself, it deserves the most basic respect.

Respect does not mean understanding, let alone approval.

Are Slytherins selfish?

Maybe.

But if the price of selflessness is for the so-called righteousness, sacrificing himself, and even sacrificing the family he loves, after becoming a so-called war hero, if he feels sad for someone who is missing from the family photo...he would rather do it for the rest of his life A selfish coward.

Defending Hogwarts and saving the British wizarding world is Gryffindor's righteousness and choice.

"And I'm a Slytherin," he said quietly.

"I will never care about the life or death of other people, let alone sacrifice myself for it—the only person I love who can make me do whatever it takes, give up everything, and protect it at all costs."

Reach the pinnacle of personal strength and power while protecting yourself and those you love—

This is the righteousness of Slytherin!

The nothingness in front of my eyes faded instantly, like a shattered mirror, turned into fragments all over the sky, floating down profusely, and disappeared without a trace the moment it landed.Only this empty forest remained, as it had been.

After confirming the authenticity of the illusion, he no longer hesitated at this moment, the junior Slytherin took a step forward, and directly pulled back the boy standing on the edge of the cliff.

"You told me that you have tasks that you have to complete independently even if you are alone." His voice was cold and sarcasm: "But what are you doing now? Are you going to jump off a cliff and commit suicide?"

Draco let out a loud sneer, stood up straight, and looked down at him: "You can't even resist an ordinary illusion, is this your will?"