Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 45 "Harry, Slack betrayed you!"

Harry had another sleepless night.

He tossed and turned in bed, his mind filled with the scene of visiting Hagrid with Ron that afternoon.

To be honest, Harry didn't think Hagrid was a bad person; he just made some silly mistakes occasionally.

At least when Hagrid took him back to the Dursleys, the way he threatened his aunt and uncle made Harry feel that Hagrid was on his side.

but……

He had a very, very bad impression of Orochimaru.

This afternoon, after I visited Hagrid, just as I was about to leave, Hagrid specifically pulled me aside and, with a serious expression, gave me some instructions—

"Harry, you absolutely mustn't tell Slack about that. Yes, it's the thing I took from the vault for Dumbledore."

When Hagrid spoke to him about this seriously, Harry thought he was really a bit confused.

"Slack was there at the time, how could he not know?"

"I mean, I mean someone broke into the vault later, trying to steal that thing," Hagrid instructed seriously and earnestly, "but I took it back to Hogwarts beforehand and gave it to Dumbledore."

"So where is that thing now?" Harry asked, even more curious.

"I must not say it, I must not say it..." Hagrid shook his head like a rattle-drum, his face full of regret.

Hagrid was so concerned that he made a mistake; if he hadn't brought it up specifically, Harry probably wouldn't have thought of this.

Harry was too embarrassed to embarrass Hagrid, so he pretended to remember his instructions.

But just before leaving, Harry went back to Hagrid and asked him the question that had been puzzling him.

"Why can't we tell Slack?"

"Because he is a Slytherin, and very likely a descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but turn over.

Harry rested his head on his arm, carefully recalling Hagrid's expression when he spoke. He had never seen Hagrid, the gamekeeper, so angry; his beetle-like black eyes seemed to spit fire.

Harry was certain that Hagrid harbored a deep hatred for Salazar Slytherin's successor.

If only I could meet Orochimaru, even just through letters, I could share the information I've gathered with him.

In Harry's eyes, the magical world seemed to be targeting Orochimaru and was full of malice towards him.

But how could he possibly contact Orochimaru?

Harry frowned, staring intently at the curtains of the single bed, as if the intricate patterns on them would reveal the answer.

Just then, a very faint hissing sound rang in Harry's ears.

Harry sat bolt upright, looking around for the source of the sound.

Before he could even pinpoint the source, he heard Ron suddenly snore, muttering, "Slytherin, let's fight to the death!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and when he turned around, he found a small, exquisite white snake coiled around his pillow.

This is indeed an extremely beautiful little white snake, with delicate and tightly packed scales, just like the elven armor in the Lord of the Rings movies.

Moreover, the little snake's eyes were also very beautiful, as if they were inlaid with two exquisite little rubies.

Harry looked at the little snake and instinctively said:

"Are you lost, little one?"

"You can speak to me, and you have a scar on your head. Are you the Mr. Harry Potter that my master mentioned?"

Under Harry's astonished gaze, Yennefer the little white snake slowly spoke.

Harry became even more curious and asked:

"Who is your master?"

"My master said I can't say it, because if you really are Mr. Harry Potter, you should reveal your secret with him."

Secret message?

How would I know the secrets between you and your master?

Harry frowned slightly, examining the little white snake coiled beside his pillow, watching its leisurely expression that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Sudden……

A bolt of lightning flashed through Harry's mind, and he instinctively blurted out a secret known only to himself and Orochimaru.

Orochimaru?

"Then who are you?" Yennefer the little white snake asked.

"His partner, Jiraiya!"

Harry answered decisively.

People always remember their first time vividly, especially Harry Potter, who never had any friends.

When Dali and his boxing team were bullying him, the magical world did not offer him any help.

Orochimaru appeared beside him, and the two of them teamed up to give Dali a good beating.

When Aunt Petunia's family wouldn't let her go to Hogwarts, Orochimaru stole a car, melted the walls of her bedroom, and took her to Diagon Alley.

Just two days after arriving at Hogwarts, Harry already felt the entire school's rejection of Orochimaru.

The Gryffindors disliked him, Hagrid, the gamekeeper, both hated and feared Orochimaru, and even the Slytherins treated him coldly.

So...

This time it's my turn to help you, partner!

Harry's eyes hardened suddenly, and he continued speaking to Yennefer, the little white snake coiled in front of him:

"Was my secret code correct?"

"Correct." Yennefer, the little white snake, nodded, and then continued, "Here's the information Orochimaru is passing on to you—Jiraiya, come to the trophy display room late at night."

Trophy showroom...

Harry had only heard of the place; Prefect Percy had mentioned its location to them briefly, but he hadn't paid attention at the time.

But no matter what, I absolutely have to go tonight!

Harry stared at Yennefer, the little white snake, and answered softly, keeping his voice as low as possible:

Tell Orochimaru that Jiraiya is on his way.

After receiving a reply, Yennefer the White Snake twisted her body and disappeared into the shadows, vanishing completely from Harry's sight.

Only after confirming that the little white snake was gone did Harry gasp in shock.

He had just used the snake to conduct a spy-like intelligence exchange with his partner.

This made him excited, and he couldn't wait to leave the dormitory.

Out of caution, Harry glanced around to make sure everyone was snoring before quietly lifting the covers and putting on his wizard robes.

Harry tried to move as lightly as possible; he even regretted not practicing the Levitation Charm more, otherwise he could be floating in the air right now.

Harry chuckled to himself as he tiptoed. He was indeed very careful, even checking the snoring inside the bedroom once he reached the door.

There were three snoring sounds, rising and falling in turn.

Three paths?

Harry was startled and involuntarily looked up.

Ron Weasley, with his fiery red hair, was sitting upright on the bed, staring at him in shock.

"Harry, I just had a dream that you were talking to snakes," Ron said, but then he noticed Harry, who was dressed up, and became curious. "What are you going to do? A night stroll?"

"Yes! Night tours."

Harry said it almost unconsciously.

"Where are we going for a night stroll?" Ron jumped out of bed, put on his wizard's robe, and ran to Harry's side. "How about we call my two brothers? They're really experienced at night strolls."

As Ron spoke, his brow furrowed before Harry could reply.

He is actually a very perceptive wizard, especially in interpersonal relationships, but he hadn't realized it before.

Therefore, upon seeing Harry dressed neatly, Ron immediately guessed the reason. He almost whispered in a low voice, questioning Harry:

"Are you going to see Slack Anguilar?"

Harry pursed his lips, nodded firmly, and added:

"We made an appointment."

Logically speaking, Ron should have stopped Harry.

But the thought that he didn't know a single spell, and that if they fought, he might not even be able to be friends with Harry anymore, made him hesitate.

So Ron took another approach.

“I’ll go with you,” Ron said seriously. “This could be a trap set for you by Slytherin and the Slytherins.”

Are you kidding me?

Harry didn't believe Ron at all; he even planned to find a chance to shake Ron off once they were out of the Gryffindor common room.

But as soon as he stepped out of the lounge, Ron asked him a question.

"Where did you two meet? I can't let you go on this mission alone, Harry!"

"Prizes Display Room"

"I know where it is, I'll lead the way!"

Ron answered quickly and strode ahead of Harry.

Harry looked at Ron, who was leading the way, with a complicated expression, and was momentarily at a loss. He had been enveloped by malice for so long that he didn't know how to refuse kindness.

The two walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, listening intently to every possible sound.

"If you hear a cat meowing, run immediately." Ron had been taught this by his two older brothers at home and was extremely experienced. "That's the cat that the caretaker, Filch, keeps; it comes here specifically to catch us!"

Filch Harry certainly knew.

On the first day of school, an unlucky Gryffindor was put in solitary confinement by Filch and didn't come out all night.

They all hated Argus Filch.

So, in order to meet Orochimaru smoothly, Harry also joined Ron in scouting the surrounding environment.

They walked through the auditorium, lingered for a while at the ever-changing staircase, before finally arriving at the fourth floor where the prize display room was located.

This is a long corridor. To the right is a restricted area that must never be entered. That's where the student who was confined by Filch was arrested.

To the left is the prize display room.

"Alright, Harry, let's see what Slack is up to!"

Ron still harbored deep prejudice against Orochimaru. He first looked around warily before gesturing for Harry to follow him.

Harry was also looking forward to it. He looked around for a moment, but found that there was no one around and Orochimaru was nowhere to be seen.

Could Orochimaru be in the trophy display room?

Harry couldn't help but think.

Just then, a series of extremely clumsy footsteps suddenly rang out from the entrance of the trophy display room.

Harry and Ron instinctively turned their heads to look.

Before they even saw the person, they could smell a strange odor composed of years of dust and resentment.

Harry and Ron immediately realized what was going on when the man revealed his bald head and unusually dirty long hair.

It's Filch!

"They were right, you two little bastards were indeed here!" Filch shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"Run! Harry!"

Ron yanked Harry and rushed toward the stairwell, their only way out.

Ron, running wildly, didn't forget to yell at Harry.

"That Slytherin really betrayed us!"

He shouted this, stomped his feet hard on the ground, almost jumped down the stairs, and disappeared in a flash.

Harry, however, was a little slower than Ron.

Do not……

It's not just a little slow.

Harry felt the hand on his shoulder and was surprised by Filch's speed. He was behind him in the blink of an eye and had him under control.

Unbelievable, how did he do that?

and……

Why did Orochimaru betray himself?

Harry subconsciously thought about it and felt his heart sink to the bottom.

Just then, a leisurely voice suddenly rang out behind Harry. The voice was so leisurely, as if he were watching a windmill being blown by the wind.

"How was my move, Jiraiya?"

Harry turned his head sharply, shocked to see Filch grinning at him.

Orochimaru?

"What else?" Orochimaru patted Harry on the shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you something fun."