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

A gentleman is magnanimous, and a villain is always sad.

It was evening when Draco woke up from his long nap.

Strictly speaking, this nap time is actually not too long, but compared with his infinitely reduced sleep time during this period, it is already a rare comfortable and relaxing sleep.

only……

He blinked, and looked at the young man's white and delicate chin in a daze. According to his posture before falling asleep, it is of course impossible for him to have such a situation. soft instead.In other words, he is actually... pillowing on the opponent's lap now?

This thought made his body stiff subconsciously. After a while, the junior Slytherin borrowed his strength on the grass and tried his best to sit up calmly.

The black-haired boy who provided the "pillow" beside him was still sleeping quietly, his lips were slightly pursed, and his expression was peaceful, as if he hadn't escaped from his sleep. His long pure black hair was brushed in front of him, hanging down from his shoulders.The late sunlight rubbed against his face lazily, with an unbelievable tenderness.

At such a moment, the junior Slytherin thought of what he had said——

Since he decides to take a certain risk to pay, the return he seeks will of course only be greater than the sacrifice itself.

What the same world, what a huge gap... just let these messy things go to hell.He thought blankly.

After all, he never trades at a loss.

When Harry came out of Gryffindor Tower, the clouds in the sky had a thin blush, the light turned from bright to dark, and the sunlight fell on the gray walls and floors, staining most of the corridors. Deep yellow.The breeze blew through the courtyard in the deep winter, making a slight rustling sound as it passed the sparse grass.

It was the usual dinner time at Hogwarts.

Most of the time, Harry would accompany Ron and Hermione to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, but today he just wanted to be alone, so he didn't join Ron.

As for Hermione...

"Is this the second one?"

"It's terrible. I really didn't expect him to be so cruel. Besides, that's Granger... I always thought that they should be friends. They seem to have a very good relationship..."

"Maybe he just hides it too deeply. You know, he is the heir of Slytherin. It is really normal to do things that are superficial and secret. He can pretend to have a relationship with Granger." Well, in fact, we have already made enough plans and preparations in secret, and we want to use her as the first step to purify Hogwarts—”

Harry lowered his head slightly, and walked past several whispering Gryffindors with a blank expression.

It seemed that they had just noticed Harry's appearance, and the Gryffindors who were still discussing in low voices immediately shut their mouths obediently, their faces pale, and they glanced at him nervously, then quickly turned their heads to the other side , neither dared to speak out, nor met his gaze.

The lively corridor fell silent in an instant, no one spoke, the bold ones raised their heads, and stared at them provocatively and disdainfully, while most of them turned their heads away in taboo, pretending to be nonchalant.

Harry moved the corners of his lips, wanting to say something, but he thought of the treatment he had received these days, and the weird looks from various colleges. After all, he didn't explain anything, just lowered his head, and speeded up his pace silently, until disappear from the sight of those people.

But for Harry, as long as he is still in this school, such eyes are destined not to leave him.

Especially after Mrs. Norris, Justin, and Hermione were petrified one after another.

Compared with the suspicious and fearful eyes of most people, there are very few people who are willing to believe him, and more people choose to stay away from him and talk about these things in a corner where he can't see.

Dinner was still dull today, in fact, not only at the Gryffindor table, but throughout Hogwarts, the students were disturbed by the Chamber of Secrets and the heir of Slytherin - maybe Hufflepuff was a little better A little bit, because he heard that some students have specially sorted out a method to guard against petrification magic, and it has already been initially spread within the academy.

Although no one is sure whether those methods are effective or not, at least it has eased the tension of the little badgers to a certain extent.

Harry casually ate some pies and fruit, then put down his knife and fork in a lack of interest. The atmosphere around him was still stiff. He rubbed his half-filled stomach and decided to leave this awkward place and stay alone for a while.

He heard a slight sound of footsteps from far to near the Gryffindor long table, but he didn't pay attention to it, stood up from the table silently, and was about to leave when he saw the sound of footsteps It got closer and closer to him, and finally stopped in front of him.

Harry stood slightly to the side, originally wanting to make room for the other party, but he didn't want the other party to also take a step to the side, firmly maintaining the posture of stopping in front of him.

He raised his head a little irritably, intending to throw a few harsh words - anyway, most people have already recognized him as the heir of Slytherin, but he didn't want the other party to speak first:

"sorry."

Harry doubted his ears a little.

The boy's appearance was no stranger. Harry had always had an impression of this Hufflepuff, not only because he was Kong's roommate, but also because of the rumor that he was the heir of Slytherin—since Justin was petrified, Rumors about this incident spread overwhelmingly within Hufflepuff.

At this point, the boy in front of him is indispensable.

Thinking of this, it was really hard for Harry to give the other party a good look, but the other party seemed to understand his thoughts - Ernie stood straight in front of him, and bowed to him solemnly:

"I know you won't attack Hermione, and I don't think it's possible for you to shoot at your friends, so——I must apologize to you for my earlier suspicion, and hope you can forgive me."

Harry froze, and looked at him in astonishment.

Ernie's voice was not too loud, but firm and powerful enough to be heard by most of the students. Harry didn't know if the apology was useful, but some students did look better. Of course, the most important thing is...he really needs this trust from ordinary classmates.

At the moment when most people generally believed that it was because of their own insanity that they shot Hermione, a peer who had never met put forward the opposite opinion: it was because he believed that it was impossible for Harry to attack his friend.

"Come back to your senses, Mr. Potter." In the corridor leading to Gryffindor Tower, Elena lazily reminded: "If you stay any longer, I'm afraid you will fall into the hands of Mr. Filch because of the curfew." Come on, you don't want to run into Mr. Administrator's bad luck at this time, do you?"

Harry came back to his senses, subconsciously replied: "I was just thinking, just now..."

"What's so strange about this." The Gryffindor girl walked forward slowly with her hands behind her back: "Honestly, I've always felt that when it comes to house prejudice, everyone is actually pretty much the same—"

Harry opened his mouth and was about to refute the prejudice against Slytherin, but he suddenly remembered what happened in Black's old house during the summer vacation, which made him choose to shut up.

"Not to mention the conflict between Slytherin and Gryffindor, don't the three houses always think that Hufflepuff is useless?" Elena pouted, "If I ask you, if Slater If the so-called 'temperament of an ancient pure-blood family' that the Lins talk about really exists, it should be like Yun and Ernie McMillan."

Thinking of a certain junior Hufflepuff who had disappeared for two months, Elena let out a melancholy sigh.

No.60 days when the little prince is away, I miss him.

Melancholy is melancholy, as a competent Yunpuff, Elena still cleared her throat, and said the whole thing in a serious manner: "Humble and low-key, neither humble nor overbearing, there is no discrimination against Muggle students who think that pure blood is superior, nor Because of vanity and face, he ignores the facts and the truth, and he thinks he is wrong, so he has to apologize to you formally in person and be responsible for every word he has said to the end."

Frank and frank, but also aboveboard.

"So," the girl blinked at him, and smiled, "I personally suggest that you'd better not kill the purebloods—after all, you know, even Gryffindor, Ravenc Law and Hufflepuff, there are also students from 28 pure-blood families."

After completing the daily task of bragging about her little prince, the Gryffindor girl waved to him in a good mood: "I'll go first, goodbye, Mr. Potter."

After leaving such a sentence, the girl turned around, her long pale golden hair drew a chic arc with her movements, stepped on a pair of dark boots, and walked away briskly.

Only the Savior was left alone.

His eyes gradually cleared up.

"What kind of students does Professor Hufflepuff want to accept?" Kong Yun asked.

A week is long or short, and just as Kong Yun tossed out the legendary "automatic dishcloth" here, the four Godrics on the other end were almost ready. In other words, Hogwarts The day of the first enrollment has also arrived.

At this moment, the three of them have arrived at the enrollment location they had set earlier, a nearby dilapidated village—if Kong Yun remembers correctly, it is the one that will become the only pure wizard in the British magic world in the near future. The original site of the village.

These days, apart from supervising the work and rest of a low-grade Slytherin and making sure that the energy potion disappeared from the other party's diet, he stayed by Helga's side all the time, working with this Hufflepuff professor to study some practical little things. Toys, but also to better welcome the upcoming Hogwarts freshmen.

Because the experiment in hand happened to be at a critical moment, and they couldn't walk away for the time being, so the two of them were one step too late.

In the previous time, Kong Yun had always been scruples, so he never asked Helga this question. Now that they were on their way to the original Hogsmeade site, they happened to have nothing to do, so they simply said asked out.

Helga pondered: "Do you still remember what I said at the hotel that day?"

……what?

"I was very happy when I saw you." The red-haired witch stared at him with a smile, her eyes

Gentle: "Because I know that everything I hope for and everything I am at a loss for will be realized and answered in Hogwarts a thousand years later."