I recite the Analects of Confucius at Hogwarts

This is an anti-theft seal

Kong Yun was a little worried.

He began to seriously think about a question: why until now, there are still people who make irresponsible speculations and insults about his origin and college.

Is it because he acts too harmless?

While he was frowning and reflecting, low sneers began to ring out from everywhere.

Some people sneered, and some people didn't care.Hufflepuff is indeed still Hufflepuff, even though she has been bullied to the extreme, she still looks so soft and easy to pinch.

Some people's eyes flashed slightly and they took a step back calmly.

It is true that most Hufflepuffs are "timid and afraid of getting into trouble", but at this point, even clay figures should have a temper. If they are really afraid of conflict with Slytherin, then why is this junior Hufflepuff in front of him so scared? Chipachi, his eyes are calm and clear, without any trace of panic.

"Look, let me just tell you. It's not that troublesome." The Slytherin who stopped Kong Yun turned around and said to his friend with a smile: "If you want to know, just ask. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Hufflepuffs and Chinese are both notoriously cowardly and afraid of getting into trouble."

At this point, senior Slytherin paused.

The suddenly quiet surroundings and the strange expressions from his friends made him keenly aware that something was wrong. He subconsciously turned around and unexpectedly saw the Hufflepuff opposite him suddenly cool down.

Slytherin's usual cautious mentality made him slightly wary, but mostly he didn't care how many spells of practical significance a second-year guy could learn, let alone a Hufflepuff.

This made him smile playfully.

Are you indifferent to slander and prejudice against yourself, but intolerant of any insult against your own institution and country?

"Why, am I right?" With full malice, the senior Slytherin said unscrupulously: "Speaking of which, you Chinese people are indeed very suitable for Hufflepuff. You are just as cowardly and incompetent, and you are groveling."

He didn't finish his sentence.

No matter how he despises the opponent in front of him, he still has a sense of vigilance in his heart. At this moment, he is speaking in an understatement that is enough to make people lose their minds, while holding the wand in his sleeve robe tightly. He even takes the time to I thought for a while whether there was any amazingly powerful magic in the East.

But what he never expected was that the other party had no intention of using magic at all.

Kong Yun didn't know what grade the Slytherin in front of him was.

Maybe third grade, or fourth grade, but it doesn't actually matter. The other party must have more spells than him. From his own point of view, in order to minimize the negative impact of the matter itself, and all To truly teach the opponent a lesson, Kong Yun did not intend to use any offensive spells from the beginning.

In the inherent impression of the world, many people seem to have some misunderstandings about Confucianism and military strategists: for example, Confucianists are only good at magic and are delicate and frail scholars, or military strategists are a group of people with strong limbs and simple minds who do not read books or learn magic. Rough guy.

But this is actually a very ridiculous prejudice.

Perhaps the early Confucians and military strategists were indeed as distinct as the civil servants and generals in the past, but as time went by, the two families began to consciously absorb the advantages of each other. Confucians would also practice magic and focus on physical fitness.In addition to specializing in physical skills and military arts, military strategists also do not lack the understanding and mastery of magic.

In Fengshen Hall, fighting skills is one of the important major courses. Although Kong Yun has not officially taken a class in Fengshen Hall, even the preparatory class of Fengshen Hall has this course.

By the way, during the final exam of the fighting class last year, Teacher Han Xin gave him a grade of A:

Kong Yun moved quickly.

The distance between the two people was less than two meters, but at this moment, in the blink of an eye, Kong Yun instantly closed this tiny distance to within a stone's throw. The senior Slytherin quickly raised his wand, He opened his mouth and was about to recite the incantation. The next second, with a crisp "click" sound, a sharp pain quickly came from the knuckles of the fingers holding the wand tightly.

The joints of his right hand were instantly dislocated, and he could no longer hold the wand tightly and fell to the ground with a clatter that could be heard clearly in the dead silence of the basement.

Many Slytherins who had originally thought of watching the show changed their expressions.

For most wizards, the wand is their most important weapon. If the wand is lost in battle, the consequences will be self-evident. But for the Slytherins present, compared to the senior Slytherins, Their safety, what they care more about is if they are faced with this situation on the field, can they react in time and counterattack?

And this is just the beginning.

Slytherin, who lost his wand, simply broke the jar and threw it.

The fist was thrown at the thin young man, but the latter only turned slightly to avoid the opponent's unorganized punch. Then he stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's right hand that had lost mobility with one hand. The other hand simultaneously grasped the left hand that still had strength, and held it firmly behind his back.

Compared to the senior Slytherin's crude retaliation, which was like a child fighting, the boy's movements were obviously more crisp and neat, and even had a sense of fluidity.

Without waiting for the opponent to struggle, Kong Yun kicked him directly in the calf. The sudden loss of strength from the leg and the natural downward pressure when his hands were clasped made Slytherin unsteady on his feet and he stumbled before being pinned down. Got to kneel down.

There was deathly silence all around, but the person who caused all this had no expression on his face. Kong Yun lowered his head and said calmly: "Say it again."

No one speaks.

The boy who was controlled and forced to kneel on the ground gritted his teeth and his cheeks turned red. He wanted to break free from the other party's restraints, but the force pressing on his hands was like a heavy shackle, making him unable to move.

When Draco came over after getting the news, he happened to see this scene.

It had to be said that this Hufflepuff was far smarter than he thought.

Even fights are divided into degrees in the eyes of professors. If using learned or unknown magic to hurt classmates is a more serious one, then a fight with fists and kicks can be a simple one. It's down to conflicts between students.

What is the most painful thing for a Slytherin?

The physical pain was not unbearable. What really embarrassed the other party was that he was forced to kneel in front of his familiar Slytherin classmates by Hufflepuff, who was a few years below him.Compared with the physical pain, this kind of mental blow is the most fatal.

With the smallest punishment, he achieved the greatest power-building effect. Considering his aboveboard methods and the reasons for his anger, with Dumbledore's character, maybe not only will he not be wary of this, but he will appreciate it more.

On the contrary, this senior Slytherin may not have an easy life in the academy from now on.Draco thought casually.

He knew too well that this academy was accustomed to downplaying the weak and flattering the high, and following the trend.

Although it is not certain whether Kong Yun did it intentionally or unintentionally, it is undeniable that he did what he could do in the current situation. The best choice was probably nothing more than hitting the snake seven inches away.

I don't know why, but looking at the thin but determined silhouette of the young man in the crowd, Draco suddenly remembered a metaphor that made him feel a little disgusted, but was indeed often used to describe Chinese people.

Like a sleeping lion.

third grade

Ernie was at a loss for a moment. He looked at his friend in front of him who seemed to be waiting for an answer. When he thought that Kong Yun, who couldn't get the answer, might turn around and find some weird person for help, he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth. Said: "No, no problem." Probably: 3j

I had no choice but to bury my head in the potions book and continue to think hard.

What Ernie, who was preoccupied with thinking about how to solve academic problems, didn't see was that just as he was devoting himself to potions, Justin, who was sitting on the other side enjoying afternoon tea, threw a full-fledged look at him. A sympathetic glance.

Sure enough, the sober Shabaitian is still a bit skinnier than the purebred Shabaitian.

Ernie did not disclose the reason why he suddenly became studious and insisted on sticking to Kong Yun recently, but he was always too simple and did not hide too much in his behavior. Anyone who is interested can guess it as long as they pay a little attention, let alone We are living in the same dormitory, and what about Kong Yun, who is always attentive?

"How are you, Ernie?" The young man came closer and asked seriously: "Can you think of it?"

He silently raised his head, glanced at Kong Yun secretly, and unexpectedly met his friend's trusting eyes, which made him feel a little guilty.

Ernie: Actually I don’t understand qaq at all

But of course he couldn't just say that to Kong Yun directly. Forget about Gryffindor Tower, what if the roommate he finally got entangled with accidentally went to the basement to study what to do with the Potions Professor's office and Si Letling's dormitories are all in the basement.

What should I do if I might not be able to come back?

Ernie frowned with a bitter face. He thought for a long time, but he really couldn't think of any good solution, so he had to cast a pleading look at Justin. The latter lowered his head and picked up a small biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, resolutely Ignoring the “turbulence” among roommates.He looked away with some disappointment, but when he accidentally glanced at the entrance of the boys' dormitory, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Master Diggory"

Following Ernie's voice, the senior Hufflepuff who had just come out of the entrance to the boys' dormitory turned to look over. Not only that, almost at the same moment as Ernie's voice fell, the entire Hufflepuff common room, All the little badgers' eyes were focused on the visitor.