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

Those who know themselves know.

"So," concluded the senior Hufflepuff primly, "if you really like Kong, then I suggest you do it quickly and don't take advantage of the Slytherin guy - like the hairband friend? "

Seeing the expressions of "we all understand that you don't need to explain anymore" from the two friends, Cedric was very helpless: "I really don't like..." Originally, he wanted to directly deny the speculation in the two people's words. While talking, the person who intended to refute hesitated instead. In the stairwell last night, the soft and proud expression of the junior Hufflepuff flashed through his mind for no reason.

"Look, you can't deny it yourself, can you?"

Obviously, his suspicion just now, in the eyes of the two, has completely confirmed their guess.

Cedric decided not to argue with them about this issue anymore, and the Hufflepuff prefect calmed down and thought seriously: "I admit that I do have a good impression of Kong, but at present, I only have a certain affection... "

"Isn't that enough?" The senior Hufflepuff didn't care, "You also heard that Kong will leave England next year and return to his hometown. Since you have a good impression, why don't you give it a try?" He emphasized solemnly: "It's better than getting Slytherin cheap."

……

The Slytherin common room in the basement was deliberately opened up for Slytherin students, and the small compartment used to refine potions was already scattered by several students.

Just as Professor Sprout would display her special magical plants on a shelf in the Hufflepuff common room.In the common room belonging to the Slytherins, there is also a special place for students to refine potions. At this moment, Draco is standing in front of one of the stone platforms, concentrating on refining a potion that replenishes energy.

Or, to be more precise, appearing "focused."

Those who will stay here after class are mostly students who want to practice potion making extra. The surrounding environment is far cleaner than the stove, and with the potion to be made in hand, it couldn't be easier. As for Draco staring at the light blue liquid in the cauldron, he was a little lost in thought.

Since Kong Yun walked away without turning his head last night, apart from being able to accidentally meet eyes in the Hogwarts auditorium for three meals a day, across the long Hufflepuff table and the Slytherin table, the two of them have been enough. There has been no communication for three days.

This made him spend a little more time thinking about this inexplicable question that suddenly appeared between the two of them.

Combined with what the two said that day, if what Kong Yun said is true, then the problem at hand becomes very clear——

he likes me?

So what he said that day might actually be a confession?Because I didn't get a response from myself, so I became angry(?), so that in the next three days, I deliberately avoided acting on myself?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was very possible. Draco thought about it, and his mood suddenly became very complicated: if he rejected the other party, according to the lessons learned from such cases throughout the ages, the two of them probably wouldn't even be friends, and he did I don't want to lose this friend, but if I accept him...

It seems that there is nothing unacceptable?

This idea just popped out of his mind, and the junior Slytherin himself was a little unbelievable, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed reasonable.

From an emotional point of view, he has never had more than friendship with anyone. From a rational point of view, the other party fully meets his standards for a partner in terms of personality, personality, and even family background—the most important thing is, for this The possibility itself did not repulse him.

Even a little... happy to see it happen?

When his thoughts started to jump from "Does he like me?" to "Should I just go along with the flow and respond to him", a burst of very light footsteps sounded from the outside to the inside, and Draco thought it was Someone came in to refine the potion again, so they didn't pay attention until the low voices of those people's conversation suddenly sounded slowly in the cubicle:

"I said no, brother? Although I admit that he is indeed unusual, but he is a Hufflepuff after all, are you serious?"

"Of course. Don't you think he's cute?"

Throwing the last part of the ingredients into the cauldron, Draco lowered his head and stirred clockwise with his wand a few times, so that the color of the liquid gradually turned light green.

The energy potion in his hand was about to be successfully refined, but he felt a little irritable for no reason.

"If you mean cute, you mean beating up a senior Slytherin in public until he can't fight back...Are you sure you have no strange misunderstandings about cute?" Another female voice said mockingly.

The person being ridiculed didn't mean to be angry at all, but now there was even a happy smile in his voice: "But I think he is really cute, and it's good if he isn't fierce at all. Just imagine Don't you think it's very touching when he smiles and acts like a baby at you?"

The right hand that was still holding the wand just stopped there, and the junior Slytherin paused for a while, the things that happened not long ago suddenly came out of his memory out of control——

The serious and sincere hug that happened in a foreign country seemed to have a hint of forest flavor. It was different from the previous gentle or sharp light brown eyes, full of clear and warm smiles. Even the young man raised his face slightly, The brisk thank you voice seemed to be much softer than before, with a little bit of tenderness and sweetness like a spoiled child.

bang——

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the low voices of the two senior Slytherins stopped. In fact, not only them, but all the Slytherins who were still in the cubicle all turned towards They looked over at the source of the voice, and showed a little astonished expression at the same time:

That young master of the Malfoy family, who was said to be excellent in Potions and was often praised by Head Slytherin in class, actually... blew up the cauldron? !And, what kind of strange potion is this refining?It doesn't matter if the refining fails, why does it look like the ears are burning red?

Draco: "…………"

Just when everyone couldn't help wondering whether they had experienced a hallucination, the junior Slytherin raised his head without any expression, and glanced at them indifferently. The two senior Slytherins who were treated specially Leitlin couldn't help shrinking a bit, feeling like his back was getting cold.

The crows are silent.

Obviously, facing the gloomy young master Malfoy, everyone wisely chose to remain silent.

As a person standing near a stone platform closest to the center of the explosion, a certain Slytherin clearly witnessed the whole process of Mr. Malfoy's black face. He even heard the other party's extremely agitated, but his voice was extremely soft. With a sound, he tapped the stone platform with his magic wand, accompanied by an almost inaudible ending sound of "...the trouble is dead", the stone platform recovered as before, and the latter packed up his things and left.

……

Hogwarts had no classes on weekends, but it happened to be the time for the Potions professor's private research experiment. Kong Yun, together with several senior Slytherins who were also called to the Potions professor's office, gave the Slytherin head Do chores all afternoon.

Kong Yun was not disappointed by this either. In fact, just some potion materials that Professor Snape threw over and asked them to deal with had already benefited them a lot.

When the experiment ended, it was already noon. Kong Yun packed his things and just walked out of the professor's office when he was stopped by someone. Senior Slytherin who worked together.At this moment, the latter changed his usual indifferent image, and said in an almost gentle way: "Your skills in handling materials are really good. No wonder Professor Snape made an exception to let you participate."

Not understanding why the other party's attitude changed so suddenly, Kong Yun was slightly surprised, but still nodded: "Thank you."

I thought the conversation would end here, but I didn't want the other party to follow up, maintaining a parallel position with him: "Are you going to the auditorium too? Let's go together."

This……

Kong Yun frowned, a little surprised, but more uncomfortable, he frowned invisibly, and was thinking about how to refuse, another voice he was familiar with suddenly sounded in front of him :

"Can you go any slower?"

At the corner not far away, the junior Slytherin pressed one hand on the handrail of the stairs, and said lazily. It could be seen that he seemed to have been waiting here for a long time, and he was already quite impatient.

"I'm sorry," Kong Yun turned his head and nodded slightly to the unfamiliar Slytherin: "My friend is still waiting for me, I'll take a step first."

The two Slytherins looked at each other briefly, and then moved away as if nothing had happened. The senior Slytherin curled his lips and said with some regret: "Okay then, see you later."

"See you later."

With the disappearance of the third person, the originally harmonious two suddenly fell into an indescribable silence and embarrassment.One didn't know what to say, and the other was thinking about whether to let it go.

"Draco."

Embarrassment is embarrassment, but as a person who has ghosts in his heart and is more worried that the other party will bring up the question three days ago again, the junior Hufflepuff coughed lightly and decided to bring up a safety topic first. He thought about it and acted as if nothing had happened. Asked: "Do you have time this afternoon?"

Draco turned his head slightly, just in time to see the young man's white and peaceful side face, the long hair hanging down to his waist slightly brushed his shoulders along with his forward movement, and then the corners of his lips slightly pursed, and the corners of his lowered eyes There was an almost undetectable trace of tension in his eyes.

He really likes me.

The junior Slytherin thought firmly.The mood suddenly opened up: "What's the matter?"

The afternoon is always lazy and long. Kong Yun sat on the sunny grass, contentedly reading a book about Defense Against the Dark Arts, and occasionally whispered a few words about the magic in the book with his friends, as well as taking precautions against Irene. With Na's occasional intimacy, everything still seemed to be a peaceful and beautiful afternoon as always.

Draco looked at Ernie, Justin, and even Elena and Hermione as Gryffindors beside him, falling into self-doubt meditation.

And this is just the beginning.

Because just 3 minutes later, the originally bustling lawn suddenly became strangely quiet. Draco raised his head and saw the main reason for the quiet environment at a glance—not far away, the Hufflepuff prefect was killed by another A Hufflepuff smirked and pushed, and stood in front of them hesitantly.

Kong Yun lowered his head and focused on the book in his hand, seemingly ignorant of the changes in the outside world.

Until Cedric hesitated for a while, cleared his throat, and spoke seriously——

"That... Yun, can you go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"