Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 4 My name is Harry, and I've recently developed a strong liking for snakes.

Run!

Harry wanted to scream immediately.

He didn't have the habit of letting others get beaten up with him, or to put it more cruelly, he had no friends at school, so no one would get beaten up with him.

only……

Harry looked down at the intertwined shadows at his feet and suddenly felt a rush of heat to his head.

His innate warlike nature and bravery replaced his thinking at this moment, causing the words to slip out unintentionally.

"We're fighting, do you still want to join in?"

"Of course." Orochimaru looked at Harry's shoulders, which were trembling slightly with excitement, and suddenly laughed. "After all, fighting is a ninja's game."

Orochimaru took a step forward and stood next to Harry, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the "Dali Boxing Team" not far away.

It must be admitted that Orochimaru's new body is very thin, and as his comrade-in-arms, Harry's body is even thinner.

They stood side by side, like two bean sprouts leaning on each other, as if they might be blown over by the wind at any moment.

Dali and his friends didn't care that there was an extra sandbag, not to mention that the new sandbag was just as thin as Harry.

Therefore, the excitement in their eyes intensified.

"Freak Harry and Skinny Dumb Guy vs. Dali's Boxing Team, Round One..."

Dali imitated the entrance move of Gary Mason, the gold belt boxer, on TV, twisting his neck left and right, followed by a clinking of his fists.

"start!"

At his command, the skinny monkey Pierre and the fat Danny beside him let out strange cries and charged toward Harry and Orochimaru.

"Wait a minute."

Just as they were about to get close, Orochimaru suddenly kindly called for them to stop.

He reached to his waist, pulled out the Western-style kitchen knife with the owl pierced through it, then twirled it in mid-air with his fingertips, pinching the handle with his index and middle fingers, and pointed it at the Dali Boxing Team.

Even if a group of sixth-grade students is engaging in bullying, it would still be terrifying for them to suddenly pull out a knife.

Harry paused almost imperceptibly. He had a gut feeling that if he didn't speak up to stop it, the kitchen knife would pierce Dali's throat in the next second.

As for Dali's boxing team, the mere sight of that gleaming knife immediately slowed their charge.

They moved closer to each other subtly, while trying to shield themselves with their companions' bodies.

They didn't understand what murderous intent was, but they still thought the skinny, bamboo-like fool wielding the kitchen knife was extremely dangerous.

"How can you use a knife! This is a boxing match!"

The voice of skinny monkey Pierre emerged from behind Dali and Danny.

"Oh, so weapons aren't allowed in this game?" Orochimaru said regretfully. "This is a knife I've only recently gotten used to using."

"No...we can't kill people with knives," Harry whispered, trying to persuade him.

He was grateful to his friend who had fought alongside him, but he did not want to see his friend kill someone.

"What, another awkward guy..." Orochimaru gave Harry a meaningful look.

Harry had a keen intuition; he could sense that Orochimaru seemed to be talking to him, yet also to someone else.

Harry didn't know who that person was.

But his attitude remained firm.

"I appreciate your help," Harry said, stepping in front of Orochimaru, "but I can't let you hurt people with a knife. You'll end up in juvenile court!"

Then he was sent to Azkaban?

Orochimaru had read Professor Snape's letter and had a general understanding of the constraints this world placed on ninjas with bloodline limits.

"It's okay, I know you're doing this for my own good."

Orochimaru paused as he spoke.

Inappropriate memories lingered in his mind again, but he quickly dismissed them.

For ninjas, they are adept at slitting the throats of their enemies while shedding tears for their fallen comrades.

Orochimaru is particularly skilled at this.

However, this new body has caused far too many distracting thoughts.

Distracting thoughts vanished in an instant, and Orochimaru gently flicked his right hand, which was holding the sword.

Whoosh!

The Western-style kitchen knife flashed through the air, passing right past the Dali boxing trio, and embedded itself in the tree trunk like a bolt of lightning.

One leaf after another fell from the treetops, seemingly in fear of Orochimaru.

The Dali trio is even more outrageous.

They all jerked as if they'd been electrocuted.

Harry, who was on Orochimaru's side, couldn't help but murmur in admiration:

"Wow, that's so cool! Can you teach me that move?"

Even their requests for guidance after praising each other were very similar.

Orochimaru chuckled self-deprecatingly and gently patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Borrowing a knife won't improve your physical abilities," Orochimaru said as they walked, patiently and meticulously instructing Harry. "Fearless courage and precise attacks are what will allow you to survive on the battlefield!"

Like a lion and a snake?

A strange thought suddenly popped into Harry's mind.

Before Harry could even voice his guess, Orochimaru had already slithered towards Dali's boxing team like a snake.

"You're courting death!"

Dali shouted in a show of bravado, while his teammates also let out strange cries at that moment, as if this would drive Orochimaru away.

Orochimaru remained unfazed by this, and even felt a pang of nostalgia.

The ninjas who went to the battlefield for the first time liked to howl and scream like ghosts, as if they were inviting death to dance with them.

Orochimaru's assessment was...incredibly stupid.

He strolled leisurely through Dali's swung fist, letting the wind ruffle his short hair by his ears, then shifted his body to the side, his elbow bending and thrusting forward.

Bang!

Orochimaru's sharp elbow struck Dali's heart.

Dali's round face turned pale instantly, then his legs went weak, and he stumbled backward, finally sitting down on the ground.

Orochimaru didn't observe for long; he had already planned his next move.

He suddenly lowered his body, then leaned forward and nestled into Neil's arms, who was similar in build to Dali.

Then, as if it had been rehearsed beforehand, he spread his palm out and placed it on Neil's fragile chin, then gently lifted it upwards.

Bang!

With another muffled thud, Neil collapsed.

Harry was stunned.

Orochimaru didn't finish his lesson. He twisted his body, dodging a kick from behind by the skinny monkey Pierre, and continued:

"There are three types of physical combat techniques. The first type relies on unparalleled strength to rampage across the battlefield."

Like a wild boar? Harry thought instantly.

"The second method relies on precise movements to instantly strike the enemy's weak point, just like I just demonstrated."

As Orochimaru spoke, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he raised his hand and pressed down.

The press landed directly on the chest of the skinny monkey, Pierre.

Pierre, who had already lost his balance due to the kick, was gently pressed down by Orochimaru and immediately lay on the ground.

He fell hard, and his screams were particularly loud.

Harry was so shocked by what he saw that he opened his mouth wide and couldn't wait to ask Orochimaru about the third type.

Before he could even speak, Harry caught a glimpse of Danny in the distance.

The boy, who was similar in build to Dali, had somehow gotten up from the ground and was running toward the kitchen knife nailed to the tree.

He suddenly drew his sword and charged straight at Orochimaru.

He was incredibly fast, charging forward like an enraged wild boar, recklessly.

Harry shouted "Be careful!" but his body moved before he could finish speaking.

Almost simultaneously, Harry ran past Orochimaru, and then, as if by instinct, Harry flew and kicked the dagger that was being swung at him!

Bang!

Harry's kick landed squarely on Neil's stomach.

Neil swayed violently, clutched his stomach, and collapsed with a scream.

The knife he was holding flew up at that moment, arcing through the air and heading straight for Harry's forehead.

Will I get another scar on my forehead?

Harry was lost in thought, and for a moment he forgot to dodge.

In that split second, a pair of pale, slender hands gripped the hilt of the knife perfectly, letting the blade graz Harry's short hair.

Orochimaru's words came much later.

He looked at Harry, who was panting heavily and leaning on his knees, with an expression that seemed to have been expected, and said with a smile:

"The third type, I call it the fighting instinct that only belongs to idiots. They usually move their bodies on their own before they've even planned how to react."

"Like I just did?" Harry asked curiously.

"Very similar." Orochimaru nodded.

He stood with his hands behind his back, watching the fleeing trio with Harry beside him until their figures disappeared from sight.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Harry turned around and looked at Orochimaru's face, which was even thinner and paler than his own. He opened his mouth, but suddenly realized that he didn't know where to start.

He's a freak.

He would suddenly disappear while being chased, and then reappear on the rooftop.

He can also talk to snakes and make the glass containing the snakes disappear into thin air in an instant, scaring people away.

he……

I've never made friends before and don't know how to take the first step in making friends.

Friends often have some strange little secrets, but that doesn't hinder our friendship.

Orochimaru's words soothed Harry's somewhat flustered heart.

"Anyone who can fight alongside me is a friend."

We're friends now!

Ha nodded vigorously, followed by a shy smile.

This was the first time he had made a friend, and Orochimaru's words gave him even more courage, allowing him to reveal all his freakish traits.

Orochimaru listened quietly, nodding thoughtfully from time to time.

After all this was over, Orochimaru saw Harry's eyes filled with a mixture of longing and fear.

That's not the case; that idiot is more confident than you.

So Orochimaru did something different from his previous life, extending his hand before his friend could.

"My name is Slack Anguiz. It's nice to meet you."

"Harry, Harry Potter!" Harry responded excitedly. "Slack, that's a cool name, both your first and last name mean snake!"

"Oh?" Orochimaru's vertical pupils flashed. "He even gave me a code name, Orochimaru."

"cool!"

Harry immediately agreed.

"Isn't it cool?" Orochimaru tilted his head, looking at the cheerful boy in front of him who was cheering over a code name. "How about I give you one too?"

"Okay! What's my name?" Harry asked excitedly.