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

When I first met you, it was like returning from an old friend.

"Didn't it mean that there is one last defensive magic that needs to be arranged? What is it?"

When Kong Yun finally remembered the purpose of their trip, the two of them were gradually walking back along the original road.

The two of them walked all the way with Hengis, and now they can be regarded as half of the founders of Hogsmeade village. The shopkeepers and people on both sides of the street are mostly familiar faces, so when walking back now, one People kept nodding and smiling at them on the road, and by the way, they also received a lot of small gifts from shop owners on the street:

Small and exquisite candies, weird joke shop magic toys, and almost even included a five-month-old pet cat, such gadgets as the first two are okay, facing the little milk cat held in the palm of the other party, Kong Yun can only Smiling and shaking his head, he declined.

In the past few years, neither Kong Yun nor Draco have actually stopped looking for a way to go back, but there have been no clues and no gains. On the one hand, the two have gradually accepted this fact, and on the other hand, they have never given up in their hearts. Hopefully, this is also the reason why Kong Yun never kept any magic pets.

I don't know how Tuantuan is doing at Hogwarts now.

As he thought so, he put his hand on the doorknob of the bar.At the same moment, he heard the young voice beside him say: "The arrangement has been completed."

Ok?

Kong Yun was slightly taken aback, and was about to ask about the function and function of the last "defensive magic", but before that, another accident first attracted his attention: the doorknob touched by his right hand seems to be too much at the moment. These wonderful fluctuations of magic power, without any harm, are like a vortex, pulling the magic power in his body and combining with it——

But this kind of grabbing of magic power is extremely limited, as if... making some kind of confirmation by distinguishing magic power.

Such confusion only flashed in his mind, and the next second, he noticed the unusual changes around him:

The snowflakes that had accumulated on the roof all the year round suddenly melted into snow water all over the sky at the moment he reached for the doorknob, and slid down from a corner of the eaves. Kong Yun raised his head in surprise, just in time to catch a few crystal drops falling On the main street of Hogsmeade, but at the moment it touched the ground, clear bluebell-like rain flowers bloomed.

Not just the bar in front of you.

At this moment, almost the entire bustling Hogsmeade was enveloped in the sudden drizzle.The snow on the house persevered and repeated the process of melting, falling, and flowering, but it miraculously did not wet any wizard's robes. Kong Yun turned his head slightly, just in time to meet the focused eyes of the young man beside him.

On the street full of people coming and going, the voices of wizards admiring or surprised seemed to gradually fade away, and he heard the other party asking him with a smile: "I want to know why I used bluebells as the final gift?" sign?"

Kong Yun looked up at him slightly.

As if knowing instinctively what was about to happen, the black-haired Hufflepuff only paused for a moment, then couldn't help smiling, and took the conversation cooperatively: "...Why?"

……

February 1993, 2, Hogsmeade, England.

"——Campanula, also known as bell flower, is produced in southern Europe. Because the flower is shaped like a campanula, it is called a bellflower, which symbolizes health, gratitude and gentle love."

After explaining the meaning of the bluebells in a few words, the young master of the Malfoy family who thought he was well-educated curled his lips, disdainful of the ignorance of his friends: "Why are you so ignorant that you don't even know this kind of common sense?"

"Maybe it's because, not everyone has such a great duplicate name like you?"

Harry subconsciously stabbed him back, and then he suddenly realized that this was no longer the world he was in—

As if a few months ago, he was the savior of a parallel world, the British wizarding world, and then in the blink of an eye, the whole world changed: the sworn enemy Draco Malfoy was his good friend at Hogwarts, Slytherin and Gryffindor have a harmonious Hogwarts, and the most charismatic Minister of Magic in history, Tom Riddle.

But none of that matters, he thought.

If the headmaster of Hogwarts is still the old man he respects most, and Severus Snape still stands on the podium in the Potions classroom, he can go to Hogsmeade Day at any time on any weekend, just Because he could get a signature from his father or mother at any time, allowing him to visit Hogsmeade.

It's more important than anything.

What's more, his intermittent investigations and explorations these days are not without gains. At least he has been able to confirm that the main reason for the changes in the British magic world before him is that there are two more people in the history of British magic. In that world, there are two wizards who never appeared.

"Draco-Malfoy" who happened to have the same name as his friend in this world, and "Yun-Kong" who was said to be from the oriental magic world.

"Okay, stop arguing." Ron scratched his hair with a helpless expression: "Can you stop wasting your precious time on this kind of meaningless dispute? And you, Harry, not you Say, want to see the legendary Bluebell Bar? Hermione, haven't you been looking forward to it for a long time?"

Draco gave Harry an angry look, but he didn't look particularly upset - although the other party praised another "Draco" in the words.

Hermione didn't care about the occasional quarrel between the two, but she changed the subject cooperatively: "I'm really looking forward to it, although I'm not interested in the Bellflower Bar, but..."

She found the book she was carrying with her, quickly turned to the page she needed, and pointed it out to the three of them: "Look." The girl's eyes lit up slightly, and she said excitedly: "Do you still remember the book in the Hogwarts auditorium?" The starry sky? It is said that Hogsmeade also has a similar phantom magic called "The Bell of Canterbury", when it is triggered—"

"When it is triggered, the perennially frozen snow in Hogsmeade will melt, rain will fall from the eaves, and the streets and alleys of Hogsmeade will be covered with crystal clear bell flowers—"

Draco said casually: "Wake up, Hermione, there are rumors that all couples who are lucky enough to witness this scene will get married eventually, but everyone knows that the Bell of Canterbury only lives in the legend from the beginning to the end. "In the middle," he shrugged: "Even if it did exist, it would have been 1000 years ago."

Draco dared to bet that there would be no one in this world who could know more about the knowledge and background of the "Canterbury Bell" than him-who let this magic be set by the guy with the same name as him in history?

"That's not necessarily the case." Hermione retorted: "Maybe it did exist once, but it never appeared again because of the exhaustion of magic power. Not every illusion magic can be as powerful as the starry sky in Hogwarts." lasting……"

Draco frowned slightly, a little annoyed.

Well, he didn't really like his namesake that much, but he also didn't like "Draco" being looked down upon, even if it wasn't him at all.

He said a little angry: "I think the wizard who cast the spell set restrictions when casting this spell. The reason why the Canterbury Bell never appeared again is because no one has been qualified to let the Canterbury Bell Reappear!"

"Impossible!" Hermione shook her head: "As far as I know, Mr. Malfoy—I mean the one in the history of magic, he has always been committed to maintaining equality between Muggle-born wizards and pure-blood wizards. The restrictions you mentioned really exist, what kind of restrictions do you think should be? Bloodline? Magic power?"

"It can also be other restrictions..."

"for example?"

The third-year Slytherin was speechless, unable to think of what to refute the other party, but before the silence caused by this dispute turned into embarrassment:

"what?"

"This is--"

"My God! I'm not dreaming—"

Shouts of surprise and joy suddenly resounded through every street in Hogsmeade, without anyone needing to be reminded. Soon, everyone discovered the source of all this:

"This is... the Bell of Canterbury?" Ron rubbed his eyes, a little in disbelief: "Didn't it mean that it only exists in legends?"

Harry stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops falling in the sky. His warm palm collided with the cold raindrops, turning into a bluebell that trembled in the wind. He raised his hand in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully: "It looks like a real flower. the same."

What he just said not long ago was overthrown in a blink of an eye, but Draco didn't feel any embarrassment at the moment, but there was an indescribable strangeness that always stayed in his mind and couldn't get rid of it.He closed his eyes, opened them again, hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively, "Have you felt the magic fluctuations of the Canterbury Bell?"

What responded to him was everyone's blank eyes.

……never mind.

Seeing that several friends looked confused and confused, Draco's heart moved slightly, and he simply didn't explain anymore, but subconsciously rushed in the direction where he felt the familiar magic power.It was at this time that another statement that he had heard but never took seriously floated up from the depths of his memory.

The Canterbury Bell is of course not open to anyone.

It wasn't existing magic that had been created before, nor was it made for Hogsmeade.

——It was created by Draco Malfoy himself, and it is a confession magic that is only given to the sweetheart.

Weird feeling, Draco thought.

He should obviously feel at a loss or be at a loss for that familiar magic power, but he shouldn't be like this now, obviously ignorant of everything, but as if everything is under control.But the body instinctively passed through the crowd slowly and firmly, and walked in front of that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

The warm sunshine flows silently in the village after thousands of years, the raindrops turn into flowers, and there seems to be a touch of sweetness in the air.

"you--"

Time flies, and the stars move.

We will meet again eventually.