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

Those who know me say that I am worried.

This was Draco's first visit to the Hogwarts kitchen.

In the small space, there were more than a dozen strange and familiar house-elves, and they were all standing beside the black-haired Hufflepuff, chatting about something from time to time.The latter was lowering his head, focusing on cleaning the vegetables on his hands, and the cuffs of his black jacket were neatly rolled up, revealing his fair and delicate wrists.

Draco was leaning against the outward door, watching him quietly.

The kitchen was quiet, only the slight sound of water when the boy moved.He watched in silence for a while, then suddenly called out, "Yun."

Picking up the cleaned vegetables with some crystal drops one by one, the black-haired Hufflepuff took out his wand, and knocked on the stove unhurriedly, a cluster of dark blue flames shot out from the mouth of the wand. Firewood is used as a medium, but it miraculously forms a stable flame.

Don't even look at him.

The junior Slytherin refused to give up, he thought for a while, then softened his voice, and called him as if to please him: "Ayun."

But it is Chinese with correct pronunciation.

The black-haired Hufflepuff was reluctant to talk to him this time, but he still refused to look back, and said sullenly: "Shut up, Draco. I don't want to talk to you for the time being." .

At least not as angry as before.Draco thought.

He always accepts as soon as he sees a deal, but now he closed his mouth obediently, no longer bothered Kong Yun, but stood far away on the other side, staring intently at the other's back.It's obviously a very ordinary gaze, but somehow it gives people a feeling of being firmly locked in like a light on the back. The black-haired Hufflepuff endured it, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and seriously suggested: "Why don't you go out? .”

Out of sight is pure.

Draco was reluctant, the junior Slytherin thought for a long time, and managed to come up with a decent reason: "I'm going out, what should I do if you prepare a pot of stewed oranges for me?"

Strange to say, doctors in the Middle Ages had completely opposite views on food from modern times: people at that time generally believed that vegetables should be eaten raw, and fruits should be stewed. Waiting people would eat fruit raw, while nobles would stew fruit with salt and pepper and many other seasonings.

In modern times, it is the dark cuisine of dark cuisine.

Hearing this, Kong Yun turned his head to look at him, with an expression on his face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "You have survived a few days without eating or sleeping, and only relying on energy medicine to support you. What is a pot of stewed fruit?" After a pause, he was indifferent He said: "Of course, if you want to go back and continue drinking your energy potion, I have no objection."

Draco noticed that he seemed even angrier.

Master Malfoy, who had never had any experience in coaxing people, was a little worried. What's more, he found that he didn't seem so worried at the moment—on the contrary, a certain kind of joyful emotion in his heart was enough to prove that he was extremely happy now.

The only thing that made him regret was that until they came to the table, the black-haired Hufflepuff kept a cold face and insisted on refusing to talk to him even once.

Of course, Kong Yun couldn't really cook a stewed fruit.

When he learned that the other party had been sleepless for several days in order to learn some dangerous magic by himself, he was really angry when he was only supported by energy potions, but at the same time, what followed was regret and heartache .

He could have discovered this earlier.

No matter how much he has scruples about the internal affairs of the British wizarding world, after all, it is no longer the Hogwarts of thousands of years ago, and Voldemort's influence cannot extend to this world, even if he still doesn't think about it. He doesn't know his own future, but at least in the current world, he doesn't have to and can't sit idly by Draco.

Although the cake can fill the stomach, it is not nutritious after all, and the junior Slytherin looks like he knows what is wrong. Kong Yun knows that it is meaningless for him to train for a long time at this moment, so it is better to do something practical. Correct the other person's healthy habits and routines.He thought about studying the ingredients left by the food spell in the morning, so he simply went to the kitchen again, and made a simple bowl of noodles with some vegetables he bought in the morning.

The noodles are a typical oriental style, with clear soup, vermicelli, white and yellow eggs, shallots and vegetables.It's not a special delicacy, but it's more refreshing and comfortable, sweeping away the slightly astringent smell of the potion.

Kong Yun propped his chin, chatting casually with the little elf next to him. During the period, he seemed to regard him as air, and waited for the other party to finish finishing the whole bowl of noodles before he gave a concise order: "Wash the dishes."

Draco raised his head, just in time to meet the young man's "negligible" eyes. The junior Slytherin hesitated for a while between continuing to annoy his sweetheart, and washing dishes he had never done before, and finally obediently chose the latter .

For a young master who has never done any housework in his previous life or this life, washing dishes is not an easy task, but no matter how confused he is, he can only bite the bullet and do it now.

Under Kong Yun's gaze, he nearly dropped the bowl several times and stumbled to complete the first housework in his life. Draco began to miss the "automatic dishcloth" of later generations from the bottom of his heart.

After washing the dishes, the rest of the work is easier to solve. Put the kitchen utensils back in place, use a simple cleaning magic, and the whole kitchen is restored to its original state again.

However, until this was done, the black-haired Hufflepuff didn't show any intention of forgiving him. The boy said goodbye to the house elves politely, turned his head and walked out without even looking at him.But as soon as he walked two steps away, he was forced to stop.

The junior Slytherin stretched out his hand and hugged him tightly.

The nose was instantly covered by another person's breath, Kong Yun was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to break free, but the other party suddenly said: "Let me hug you, just for a moment."

His voice was deep and hoarse, with a faint exhaustion that could not be concealed, Kong Yun's heart softened slightly, and he sighed softly, finally put down his hand, and he hugged him quietly and obediently.

Draco lowered his eyes.

As a standard Slytherin, as long as he can get real benefits, he doesn't care if the method is to show weakness or to be soft, especially the black-haired Hufflepuff has made it clear that he will take softness rather than hard work in this regard.

However, what he didn't even think of was that he made such a sudden move with the mentality of showing weakness and begging for forgiveness, but now when he really took the other party into his arms, there was a certain feeling in his heart. The restless mood calmed down inexplicably.

It seems that there is a ray of cool wind passing by.

So those negative emotions that had been piling up for an unknown amount of time, impetuous, dark, restless, that seemed to erupt at any time, suddenly calmed down obediently, and became obedient again.

Kong Yun lowered his head, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Both of them were about the same height, so when the other party hugged him from behind, he just buried his head in his neck, and it was inevitable that there would be a slight itchiness between his breaths. Kong Yun felt a little awkward, and thought to himself Adjust the posture, but the opponent's posture is a bit domineering, rubbing one hand on his waist, and resting on his shoulder with the other, it will not make him uncomfortable, but it has a force that cannot be resisted.

Considering that his friend's condition is indeed not very good at the moment, Kong Yun thought about it and let him go.

The body in his arms was soft and cool, like the wind passing through the forest in summer, with the magical power of making people peaceful, he hugged him carefully for a while, until the body of the other party became more and more stiff. Only then did Slytherin loosen his grip, and reluctantly let go of the other party.

Kong Yun turned around.

Looking at it from this angle, one could just see the slightly pursed lips of the junior Hufflepuff and the faint helplessness in his eyes.Knowing that the other party meant to forgive him, Draco heaved a sigh of relief, but instead felt an indescribable loss in his heart.

In Kong Yun's eyes, his silent expression became a proof of his depression.

Kong Yun sighed. Facing the seemingly "fragile" Slytherin, he couldn't say anything serious at the moment, so he took his hand, and without explaining, he pulled Draco towards the stairs.

Feeling the sudden warmth and softness in his palm, Draco was stunned for a long time before he asked bluntly, "What are you doing?"

Kong Yun was angry: "What else can you do? Tell me, how long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?"

As the two gradually walked up the stairs, the darkness that belonged to the cellar gradually dissipated, and the noon sun shined through the window and fell on the corridor of Hogwarts. Draco thought that the other party would put him He took him back to the cellar for an afternoon nap, but he didn't want Kong Yun to lead him, and went directly to the endless grass outside.

Draco was a little uncertain: "...here, taking a nap?"

Draco was concerned about safety—at this time, Hogwarts had a fairly large number of people coming and going, and there were no formal protective spells, so it might be a little dangerous to sleep on the lawn openly like this.

Kong Yun thought he was disgusted by the environment here.

Compared with the lawn in summer, the lawn in winter has only a thin layer on the surface, and it is not impossible to take a nap, but compared with the soft bed, it will inevitably be too hard to sleep on.But thinking of the environment in the cellar without the slightest sunlight...

He thought for a while, and sat down against a big tree. Before Draco raised his concerns, the black-haired Hufflepuff nodded seriously: "The grass in winter is indeed not suitable for naps, um... ..." He hesitated for a moment, and then he suggested jokingly: "If you don't mind, you can lean on my shoulder."

The junior Slytherin calmly analyzed it in his heart, and he felt that - he was still very confident in his vigilance.

"Okay."

Just talking casually, Kong Yun, who is ready to temporarily occupy the Ravenclaw lounge before Hogwarts officially recruits students: "...huh?"

Draco thought that he might not be able to sleep.

He has been taking energy potions these days. On the one hand, he wants to squeeze out more free time;

The winter sun was shining lazily on him, and there were occasional crisp birdsong not far away. It was not an absolutely silent environment, but it gave people a comfortable sense of tranquility. He stared aimlessly at the endless sky in the distance. After looking at the sky for a while, he finally fell asleep amidst the smell of the forest in his breath.