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

Few people know that, as the spoiled young master of the Malfoy family, Draco Malfoy has always had a psychological shadow that no one knows about.

As for the impact of this psychological shadow, it is not small or big, but generally speaking, this impact is positive after all: it keeps this spoiled young master on the verge of being a dandy, and will not really become a An embroidered pillow that is lawless and accomplishes nothing...

(Proud) Now he is an arrogant dandy who is a bit arrogant but does have some qualifications!

By the way, since he entered Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he never talked about "Dad" again!

Really do not have!

Of course, these are not the main points, now let’s get back to the topic and talk about the psychological shadow that has always been buried in the heart of young master Malfoy——

Draco Malfoy.

The exact date of birth is unknown, but what is certain is that this "psychological shadow" with the same name was the first batch of students when Hogwarts was founded 1000 years ago. The student studying, this Slytherin student named "Draco-Malfoy", is the only certified successor of Salazar-Slytherin, one of the founders of Hogwarts, in real consciousness.

Whenever scholars who study the history of magic in later generations talk about British wizards 1000 years ago, they will inevitably talk about this name with admiration: as a pure-blood wizard, he avoided countless wizards including mixed-bloods, and was free from paralysis. The harm of melons kept their family from perishing.As an excellent wizard, he restored or invented countless high-level spells, and passed them on intact, so that the magic of thousands of years ago would not be lost in the long river of time...

The most astonishing thing is that, in the era thousands of years ago when Muggles and wizards hated each other, and among wizards, pure-bloods and half-bloods held prejudices against each other, he and one of his friends single-handedly established a certain An institution dedicated to the protection of underage Muggle-born wizards—

Incidentally, Tom Riddle, the current minister of the British Ministry of Magic, is one of the biggest beneficiaries of this institution.

Many experts on the history of magic even regretted that if Draco Malfoy hadn't died young, he would have brought more positive changes to the British magic world.

In a word.

This is no longer the category of "other people's children", but the psychological shadow that lives in the legend, okay?

It is of course unfair to compare an eleven or twelve-year-old underage wizard with a famous wizard in the history of magic, and in fact no one would do that—but none of this depends on Master Malfoy thinking too much .

Because of this, Master Malfoy has always had a psychological shadow called Draco in his heart. This shadow is like some kind of psychological pressure, prompting him to rein in the precipice before doing some stupid things.When approaching weakness and giving up, grit your teeth and persevere.

He didn't want to live in that person's shadow for the rest of his life.

Master Malfoy, who is also proud today, thinks so.

After orderly processing the documents in her hand, Kong Yan raised her head and saw the servant who was quietly waiting aside at some point.

——It was the one who took care of the young master of the Kong family.

The Second Young Master Kong, who has always been omnipotent, will always find himself powerless in some aspects only at this time—Kong Yan sighed with a headache:

"Tell me, what happened to Xiaoyun again?"

In the minds of many people, the third son of the Kong family is the same as the first two sons, they are all humble and polite, gentle and bright characters. Only the Kong family knows that the little one in their family who looks docile, well-behaved, soft and easy to pinch, is a man in his bones. What a terrifying little devil in the world.

After calmly listening to the other party's narration, Kong Yan closed her eyes.

Okay.

His family, Kong Xiaoyun, was amazing this time. Not only did he run away from home, but he followed Kong Liuye, who was doing business, and slipped away to England without anyone noticing it!He even claimed that he wanted to help the family during the summer vacation.

In fact, the Confucian family did encounter a little trouble in the UK: according to the official cooperation plan between the Confucian family and China, in order to promote Chinese and Confucian culture, they will step by step in the next few years. Various countries in the world have established "Confucius Institutes". Now Kong Yong is going to the UK for the purpose of cooperating with the University of London.

But the British Muggles' prejudice against China is not so easy to disappear after all. The University of London is a famous university in the UK. It is not easy for the other party to agree to establish a Confucius Institute in the University of London.

As for Kong Yun...

Help the hell out.

He is thankful that his troublemaker brother can obediently stay aside and ignore him!

……

UK, London, University of London, UCL School of Mathematical and Physical Sciences.

"Professor Cook, all the materials you want are here." After carefully placing the large stack of materials in his arms on the table, the boy raised his head and looked at the man sitting by the window with admiration in his eyes. On the desk, the man who was bending over his desk thinking at the moment.

Clarence Cook.

When he first became a professor in the Department of Mathematics, this Mr. Cook was ridiculed because he had the same name as a famous mathematician in the history of mathematics. However, in less than a year, he used a series of outstanding academic achievements to prove that , he is worthy of the mathematician's name "Clarence Cook".

He even heard gossip in the college that this Mr. Cook is very likely to break the record set by the French mathematician Searle and become the youngest Fields Medal winner in the history of mathematics!

Dare not, and unwilling to disturb this gentleman's work, the boy only glanced at the complex geometric model drawn by the other party, then quietly opened the door and backed out.

Harry thought he might have had a dream.

After saying goodbye to Cedric Diggory, Sirius, Dumbledore, Lupine, Fred, and... Severus Snape, they finally defeated Voldemort and sent the damned man to To hell - it's all over.

He felt tired, so when the entire British wizarding world was cheering for this, the "Savior" chose to sit alone in a corner and took a nap secretly.

Then he was woken up by a familiar voice——

"Harry Potter—"

He opened his eyes.

Head Slytherin, the professor of Potions at Hogwarts stood quietly in front of him, and said coldly: "Since you think you have learned enough potions, you are good enough to be in potions class." It's time to go to bed - well, you won't have to take any more Potions lessons this week - now, get the hell out of here!"

Harry went out in a daze.

He suspected that he was probably dreaming, after all, he had already graduated from Hogwarts, and Severus Snape also died in that war, how could he appear in front of him again?

What's more, he didn't deduct points from Gryffindor this time!

This unscientific!

Harry had been waiting for this dream to end.

After class, his best friend, Ron Weasley, was the first to sneak out of the classroom. The first sentence of the conversation made him more sure that he was dreaming——

"...Harry, you can't do this." Ron said with a tangled expression: "Even if you are excellent in potions and Professor Snape is partial to you, you can't just sleep in his class..."

It was indeed a dream.

Harry thought blankly.

Snape had never had better grades when he was Professor of Potions, let alone favored him, but then again, Snape had always favored him - just biased I really want to fix him.

"Harry?" He was concentrating on waiting for this strange dream to end when suddenly another familiar voice rang in his ears——

Fuck!When did that nasty Slytherin actually change his Christian name?

Under Harry Potter's hellish eyes, Ron nodded friendly to Draco as a greeting. At the same time, the young master of the Malfoy family also stopped beside him, and said puzzledly: " I said Harry, did you take the wrong medicine today? I remember you always respected Professor Snape the most? You actually fell asleep in his class today?"

Harry: ? ? ?

Wait, isn't this tone too intimate?He didn't remember being friends with Malfoy, besides, what the hell was "always respecting Professor Snape the most"?Well, he does respect Professor Snape very much now, but didn't he hate the Potions professor all the time when he was at Hogwarts?

He was a little confused.

However, Malfoy spoke so well, he couldn't pull out his wand to point at them, so he had to reluctantly reply: "Malfoy..."

As a result, Slytherin's expression became even more inexplicable. The junior Slytherin squinted his eyes, a little upset: "Just because I just said something to you, you decided to change your name to Malfoy?"

Harry: "........."

After a long silence, and under the increasingly gloomy and ugly eyes of the younger Slytherins, Harry took a deep breath, and finally stumbled and called out the name he thought he would never know in his life: "...I mean, Draco..."

Who knows how he yelled it out!

But I have to say that some things may be short of a beginning, and after the initial difficulties have been overcome, the latter will naturally become more and more smooth, so Harry said nonchalantly: "Probably because I went to bed too late last night." , That's why the reaction is always slow now, thank you for your concern... But I'm fine."

Draco frowned, looked at him condescendingly for a while, and said dissatisfiedly: "Your attitude of admitting your mistakes is not correct at all."

Harry: @##@%$#^$%^@#!

Harry gritted his teeth, and began to consider whether he should take out his wand and just hit the guy opposite.

But Master Malfoy thought for a while, curled his lips again, and said, "Forget it, for the sake of being scolded by Professor Snape, I'll let you go today mercifully."

Very brazen.

Harry was speechless, but couldn't help but stabbed: "...Then thank you so much?"

However, the other party didn't seem to understand his sarcasm at all. He even saw the junior Slytherin raise his eyebrows proudly, saying triumphantly, "It's good that you know."

Harry: =_=

Who the hell is this psycho in Draco Malfoy skin?

Bring back his sworn enemy!

Harry had no memory of how he spent the next week.

This dream was really long and bizarre—Harry still can't forget the shocked expression on his friend's face when he reminded Ron to be careful of Slytherin:

"Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron said incredulously: "Don't you always hate discrimination by the academy the most? And we, Gryffindor and Slytherin, have always had a good relationship. Why should you be careful about Slater?" Forest?"

Harry: "... what?"

"I mean - Salazar Slytherin has been Godric Gryffindor's best friend for life, just like Slytherin is Gryffindor's friend," said Ron. While touching Harry's forehead, he said to himself, "I don't have a fever..."

Of course Harry didn't have a fever.

But he began to sincerely hope that he actually had a fever.

Otherwise, how could this dream be so long and so weird?Slytherin and Gryffindor are friends?Will there be a more terrible cold joke in this world?

In such a muddled situation, they ushered in the summer vacation of the second grade.

He absent-mindedly said goodbye to Ron, Hermione... oh, and Draco - he was actually getting used to being called Malfoy by his Christian name, this dream was really scary... he thought so casually, while He walked out of the station slowly.

It seems a bit masochistic to say it, but in this strange dream, Harry really began to miss the fierce Dursleys on a rare occasion.

But he couldn't see a single Dursley in the crowd.

Could it be that she hated him completely, planned to give up on him, and ignored him?Thinking of this, for some reason, Harry felt a subtle joy—at least in this crazy dream, the Dursleys were normal...

At this moment, he suddenly heard a strange, friendly female voice calling his name gently: "Harry?"

The crowd around is turning into an irrelevant, blank background, and the world has become completely silent, except for the beating of the heartbeat, boom, boom, boom.

He turned his head—

The woman who spoke had extremely beautiful long dark red hair, and there was a deep, gentle smile in those almond-like green eyes.She smiled, stared at him affectionately, and walked up to him slowly, step by step, like every parent of a little wizard.

That was the scene he dreamed back at midnight and had encountered countless times.

Thousands of times.