Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 8 He has very beautiful eyes, doesn't he?

"Oh, Orochimaru, my partner," Harry said, mimicking James Bond's tone from 007, "what did you just say to Dali and the others?"

You're so energetic, Harry.

Orochimaru couldn't help but smirk when he heard Harry's words.

"I told them to be patient... daily special agent training is essential, and they must come again tomorrow."

After Orochimaru finished speaking, he saw Harry staring at him with his round, bright green eyes.

Oh, I remember now, we're playing a role-playing game right now.

Following Harry's strong expectation, Orochimaru also imitated the tone of the 007 agent he had looked up the night before and responded in an affected manner.

"Oh, Jiraiya, my partner, are you confident you can defeat them again tomorrow?"

"Yes!" Hali clenched his fist forcefully.

"Great, that's very energetic!"

Orochimaru laughed and slithered across to the opposite side of Harry like a snake.

"Then let's continue our special training. For a warrior like you who relies on instinct and intuition to fight, the more combat experience you have, the sharper your instincts and intuition will become."

"So now it's our turn to fight?" Harry looked at Orochimaru in front of him and suddenly became excited.

This is the friendship between men.

They were either fighting each other or beating up others together.

The only difference is that the former is smiling, while the latter seems to want to kill the other person's entire family.

Looking at the eager expression on Harry's face, Orochimaru felt for a moment as if he had returned to Konoha's Training Ground 44, back to the days when he was still a genin.

A nostalgic yet regretful smile bloomed on Orochimaru's face, then he clapped his fists together and shouted at his opponent.

"Come on, Jiraiya!"

"I've arrived, Orochimaru!"

Harry yelled and threw a punch straight at Orochimaru's face.

His punch was swift and urgent, and before Orochimaru could react, Harry instinctively crouched down and kicked Orochimaru in the chest from below.

That was a fast kick! You've got real fighting talent, Harry.

Orochimaru smiled, turned to the side, and gently flicked the pressure point on Harry's knee with his finger.

Suddenly, a sour feeling spread through Harry's legs.

Harry gritted his teeth, rolled over, and tried to continue his attack on Orochimaru. But when he looked up, he found that Orochimaru had vanished from his sight.

He turned his head instinctively and saw Orochimaru's smiling face and the fist that was stopped in front of his forehead.

With just one move, Harry was utterly defeated!

"Harry, your combat instincts and intuition far exceed my expectations," Orochimaru commented. "It's just that you lack experience, which prevents you from immediately adopting your instincts and intuitions."

"I don't quite understand." Harry stood up, laughing somewhat awkwardly. "Am I just too stupid?"

"No, it's just that you lack experience." Orochimaru gently shook his head.

Although Harry is already eleven years old, and Konoha's outstanding ninjas at this age are already capable of leading teams to assassinate Jonin, the world is currently in an era of complacency and decadence.

Therefore, Harry didn't have much experience in life-or-death battles.

In short, Harry grew up very slowly.

This situation might be a bit tricky for others, but Orochimaru felt he could handle it; he was very experienced in this area.

"Then how can my experience change..." Harry asked curiously.

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Orochimaru's fist hurtling towards his face. Harry instinctively ducked, dodging Orochimaru's punch.

"Orochimaru, you ambushed me!" Harry shouted with a laugh.

"This is how you gain experience," Orochimaru said, raising his hand and waving it at Harry. "Jiraiya, watch out for my throwing knife!"

Harry instinctively crouched down again. He was deeply impressed by the kitchen knife Orochimaru had shot at him yesterday and dared not hesitate for a moment.

But the throwing knife Harry had imagined didn't arrive. Instead, Orochimaru kicked him squarely in the chest.

Bang!

Harry clutched his chest and stumbled back several steps before recovering. Orochimaru's teachings caught up with Harry at that moment.

"Experience needs to grow, but you must discern which kind of experience you need," Orochimaru said with a smile, standing still. "Is it the experience of being deceived by the enemy, or the experience of fighting the enemy?"

No sooner had Orochimaru finished speaking than Harry suddenly raised his hand and pointed behind Orochimaru.

"Orochimaru, who is that person?!"

Orochimaru instinctively turned around.

Taking advantage of Orochimaru turning his head, Harry rushed over and delivered a flying kick.

Orochimaru smiled slightly, just like he did yesterday when he faced the skinny monkey Pierce. He turned to the side and gently pressed down with his right hand.

Bang!

Harry lost his balance in mid-air and fell hard on his backside.

Harry wasn't discouraged; instead, he wore a mischievous smile.

"You've been fooled, Orochimaru!"

"Ah, your intelligence truly surpasses my expectations, Jiraiya," Orochimaru said sarcastically.

Harry chuckled and rubbed his bottom; he was really enjoying the fight with his partner, Orochimaru.

Orochimaru went along with Harry's idea and played a fighting game with him for a while, but these games all ended with Harry falling to the ground.

Harry didn't realize it was getting dark until his bottom was covered in dust.

"Does time really fly by?"

Harry gazed longingly at the sunset, now only half-gone, and unusually began to complain.

"Come again tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you here," Orochimaru said with a light laugh.

Dali definitely won't dare to come out again tomorrow.

Harry felt a pang of regret at the thought.

Orochimaru saw right through Harry's thoughts and chuckled, "You can tell Dali when you get back tonight that I recently transferred to... Harry, what's your school called?"

"Woo's Elementary School!" Harry replied excitedly.

"I recently transferred to Wu's Elementary School. If he doesn't want to be trained by me at school every day after summer vacation, he'd better come over tomorrow," Orochimaru said with a smile. "Keep it from your aunt and uncle and talk to Dali privately."

"I will," Harry said, forcing a smile as he nodded in agreement.

But halfway through his laughter, he remembered something.

He will graduate from Wu's Primary School and go to middle school at the end of this summer vacation.

"Orochimaru, where will you go in high school?" Harry asked somewhat embarrassedly. "They're planning to send me to Stonewall High School. You...you'll be going too?"

"I'm afraid not." Orochimaru shook his head slightly.

Harry's smile vanished instantly.

"But I have a feeling we'll meet at the new school," Orochimaru reassured Harry. "That's my quirk, trust me."

"That's wonderful! We've made a promise then—not only will we see each other tomorrow, but we'll also go to the same middle school!"

Harry, unsuspecting, immediately showed his excitement.

Under Orochimaru's watchful gaze, he skipped and hopped towards number four on Privet Road. Halfway there, he suddenly turned around and looked at Orochimaru.

Upon seeing his friend still standing there, Harry jumped up with joy for the second time in his life and waved at Orochimaru.

Today he not only learned how to fight, but also mastered a new way to manipulate Dali.

Dali will be going to Smetin High School after summer vacation, and he will tell Orochimaru that he will also be going to that school.

Presumably, this way, Dali won't refuse to go out tomorrow.

Harry grew happier and happier, his steps becoming lighter, and he practically skipped away from Orochimaru's sight.

Once there was no one else in the Little Huijin District playground, Orochimaru breathed a sigh of relief and leisurely looked in the direction Harry had pointed when he lied to him.

Yes, he was indeed fooled by Harry just now.

Orochimaru initially thought it was Harry's Jinchūriki sense, and that Harry had indeed discovered the hidden watcher.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be just a random finger pointed by a simple-minded idiot.

Like Jiraiya, he is unpredictable and the kind of person who would be difficult to deal with on his own.

Orochimaru shook his head self-deprecatingly and slowly walked towards the tree.

There's a diamond-shaped scar on the tree, the one he casually threw the kitchen knife at yesterday.

At that moment, Orochimaru stood in front of the scar and gently sniffed it.

A greasy smell, like hair that hadn't been washed in a long time, wafted continuously from in front of him.

It's neither an illusion nor a disguise technique; it's a very clever ninjutsu, but it misses out on two things: scent and killing intent.

Orochimaru discerned the exact location of the scent's source, sighed for a moment, and then leisurely raised his head.

"If you don't intend to come out and meet me, I can pretend I didn't notice you," Orochimaru said calmly.

As Orochimaru's voice faded, Snape waved his hand, dispelling the illusion curse placed upon him.

He was curious and immediately asked:

"How did you find me, Slack?"

"Perhaps I'm more sensitive to smells and the smell of blood," Orochimaru replied honestly, "although the smell of blood on you is relatively faint."

This person secretly opened the door last night, and I can pretend I didn't know.

If I still haven't realized that he's hiding here, wouldn't that make me look like a petty, hopelessly stupid good-for-nothing?

Orochimaru didn't know how the world evaluated potential, so he could only try to refer to his assessment of young ninjas when he was in Konoha.

Upon hearing the words "the smell of blood is relatively mild," Snape couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The thought of Slack and Napper's son running around like Muggles in this abandoned amusement park all afternoon filled him with rage.

"Why are you playing with that boy?" Snape demanded.

This is a question that must be answered carefully.

He absolutely could not reveal that he had discovered Harry was a Jinchuriki, nor could he appear to be too simple-minded or a playful, childish kid.

and……

The person monitoring him and Harry exuded a faint mix of murderous intent and affection as he looked at Harry.

It's awkward, just like when Rasa from Sunagakure looks at Gaara.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru did not answer the question directly, but instead asked politely.

"Rather than that question, I would like you to tell me who you are and why you are here monitoring us."

"I am Professor Snape." Snape glanced at Orochimaru, seemingly trying to exert some adult pressure. "Now it's your turn to answer my questions."

As expected of a clerical worker who had never been on the battlefield, his eyes showed no murderous intent, making one want to laugh.

Orochimaru made a precise assessment, then suddenly remembered a very clever answer.

Those were the words Jiraiya said to him when they first met.

"He has very beautiful eyes, doesn't he?"