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Chapter 51 Professor, you're not asleep?
Chapter 51 Professor, you're not asleep?
Harry now regrets not having properly learned the Levitation Charm taught by Professor Flitwick.
Otherwise, he could have suspended Orochimaru in mid-air like a balloon and easily pushed him back to Hogwarts.
Fortunately, Orochimaru himself was not heavy.
Even Harry, who was only a first-year student, could grit his teeth and carry Orochimaru on his back, but that would make them walk slower.
Harry secretly resolved that once things were over, he would definitely practice the Levitation Charm properly.
If only there were magic that could teleport people to specific locations, that would be even better. That way, I could just throw Orochimaru into the magic and then relax.
Harry chuckled to himself, and deliberately jolted the car to wake his partner from his deep sleep.
Unfortunately, Harry failed again.
Orochimaru slept like a log, even snoring softly.
Harry reluctantly accepted this reality and began his arduous trek through the Forbidden Forest under the moonlight.
but----
He was still in a very good mood, even better than at the beginning.
Because I am not a useless burden, not that pitiful wretch who was saved by Orochimaru in the abandoned amusement park.
Own----
He was a perfect partner who saved Orochimaru's life!
Once Orochimaru wakes up, I need to find an opportunity to get him to come up with a duo title, just like those comic book heroes.
Batman and Robin?
Harry was startled by the thought that popped into his head, but his mind immediately drifted to whether he or Orochimaru should be Batman.
For young heroes, they are both heroes and young people.
Harry became more and more excited as he thought about it, and he even started to imagine his and Orochimaru's nicknames in his mind.
The Black and White Duo?
Like Bird and James in the NBA?
But we don't play basketball.
Snake and lion?
Isn't this a bit too old-fashioned and not cool enough?
As Harry walked to Hagrid's hunting lodge, he was still pondering what nickname he and Orochimaru should have.
He then came up with many more names that had a wizarding feel to them.
For example, Merlin II and Merlin III.
Well, as Harry walked past Hagrid's hunting lodge and arrived at Hogwarts Castle, he had to admit that he had absolutely no talent for naming things.
"Orochimaru, wake up, we've arrived at the castle."
As Harry spoke, he noticed that Orochimaru, whom he was carrying, was still snoring, looking exhausted and impossible to wake up.
He sighed, put Orochimaru down, then drew his wand and stabbed Orochimaru in the stomach.
Orochimaru was still asleep, seemingly exhausted.
Harry even suspected that Orochimaru was faking being asleep.
"I also think Mr. Angus is faking sleep. After all, you can never wake someone who's pretending to be asleep, can you, Harry?"
A slightly weary voice slowly sounded behind Harry.
The moment Harry heard that familiar voice, he felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end.
He instinctively turned his head to look at the professor who had appeared behind him.
The professor had a long white beard, wore small glasses, and was unusually tall. He even wore a tall wizard's hat because he had just gotten out of bed.
Is this a bad omen?!
The moment Harry saw Dumbledore, he felt an urge to run away.
He glanced at Orochimaru, who was still fast asleep, and then forcefully suppressed the feeling.
Then, a smile of utter astonishment mixed with feigned ingratiation bloomed on Harry's face, and he handed it to Dumbledore along with his words.
"Professor, you're not asleep?"
"Older people are always prone to waking up in the middle of the night, Harry."
Dumbledore smiled and winked at Harry, which even gave Harry a sense of relief that he wouldn't be punished.
"Professor, we—"
Harry hesitated for a moment, unable to figure out how to lie to Dumbledore.
As the most powerful wizard in history, Dumbledore would surely be able to see through his lies at a glance.
But Harry also knew that he must not reveal everything that happened tonight.
Orochimaru's chakra magic, Orochimaru and his own adventures in the Forbidden Forest, and that strange enemy that looked like a snake—these were not things he could talk about with the professor.
Harry even suspected that when he said these things, Orochimaru and he might have their wands broken and be kicked out of Hogwarts.
He cannot betray Orochimaru; he absolutely cannot take that risk.
"Harry, don't you have anything you want to say to me?"
Dumbledore waited a moment, but did not receive the answer he expected, so he asked again kindly.
Harry simply lowered his head in silence, staring at his toes as if countless vibrant flowers were blooming there.
"Sometimes hiding things from a friend can actually hurt them," Dumbledore said again, trying to persuade him. "You can trust me, Harry."
Can I trust you?
Harry instinctively looked up, gazing into Dumbledore's deep blue eyes, and took a deep breath. He had made up his mind!
"Professor, can I really trust you?" Harry asked again to confirm.
Hearing Harry's seemingly reassuring answer, Dumbledore was momentarily unsure whether to be happy or sad.
But he still maintained the composure expected of a professor, giving Harry a slight nod.
"You can absolutely trust me, Harry."
"So, you'll definitely keep this a secret for me and never let anyone know, right?" Harry asked again to confirm.
Dumbledore showed no impatience; he maintained his warm smile and even winked at Harry to make him believe him more.
So Harry took a deep breath and said what he thought was a well-thought-out sentence.
"Then, Professor, I can do the same." Harry mustered his courage, looking directly into Dumbledore's deep blue eyes. "I can also keep the secret between Slack and me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Harry felt his heart start pounding uncontrollably, like a piston about to explode.
He felt like he couldn't breathe.
Upon hearing this unexpected answer, Dumbledore fell into a surprising silence.
The warm smile on his face vanished, and his deep blue eyes, piercing through his small lenses, fell upon Harry.
He didn't utter a word, nor did he speak a word, but the invisible pressure was almost driving Harry to the brink of collapse.
Harry even started to daydream, thinking about what life would be like for him and Orochimaru after they were expelled from Hogwarts.
They can probably go to Stonewall Middle School?
Harry thought to himself.
Just then, a long sigh slowly echoed under the night sky.
Harry turned sharply, looking in the direction from which the sigh came.
Not only him, but even Dumbledore cast a glance at Orochimaru, looking curiously at the man Harry had asked to keep his secret.
he----
That is indeed very unusual.
Dumbledore thought silently, and under Harry's horrified gaze, he repeated the question he had asked earlier.
This time, however, his tone lacked patience and instead carried his unique seriousness.
Such seriousness is very unusual; at least, it would feel unfamiliar to every student who knows Dumbledore.
For every wizard who knows the White Lord, encountering Dumbledore in this way will surely become an unforgettable memory.
Because Dumbledore and Voldemort were no different in strength; the only difference was that Dumbledore didn't like killing.
fortunately----
Orochimaru, having just awakened from his coma, is very experienced in dealing with enemies who try to overwhelm him with their charisma.
He had actually seen the God of Shinobi, although it was just a reanimated corpse, and he had controlled Hashirama's consciousness before Hashirama took action. But Orochimaru had still truly felt the pressure of that moment.
So although it was a bit tricky, Orochimaru felt he could handle it.
So, meeting Dumbledore's gaze, which seemed to contain anger, Orochimaru, contrary to his usual self, revealed a leisurely smile.
"Professor, what did you just see?" Orochimaru asked casually.
"There's nothing there," Dumbledore said curtly.
"That means we didn't do anything, right, Harry?" Orochimaru extended his right fist toward Harry.
Bang!
Harry didn't hesitate to clash with Orochimaru.
"We didn't do anything, Professor!"
Harry answered just as firmly.
Dumbledore looked at Harry, then at Orochimaru. He looked at his two steadfast and silent friends, at their actions of choosing to trust each other without uttering a word after just experiencing life and death.
to be honest----
He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy; it wasn't like that with Grindelwald.
Completely different —
"Let's go to the school infirmary first," Dumbledore said calmly, turning around. "Tonight—"
Dumbledore carefully considered his words, but found himself speechless. He could only look up at the moon and express his deepest feelings.
"There's a really beautiful moon tonight, and I really shouldn't disturb you from enjoying it."