Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 3 Harry, are you playing a ninja game?

"BBC reports that the Protocol to Termination of the Warsaw Treaty has been formally signed today, dissolving the Warsaw Organization."

"The following is a live report from East Berlin by our correspondent, Mr. Humphrey."

On the color television screen, dozens of T-72 tanks, lined up in a crooked formation, carrying dejected soldiers, slunk away from the Berlin military base like a pack of stray dogs.

pat!

With a soft click, Orochimaru turned off the TV.

His pale yellow snake eyes flickered slightly, as if the television screen, though darkened, was still playing images.

"Without firing a single shot or a bullet, he dismantled a military empire spanning half the world." Orochimaru smiled sinisterly. "It seems Gorbachev is even weaker than our teacher."

He stood up and glanced again at the newspapers and magazines spread out on the table.

The Sun newspaper featured a picture of a slender Page 3 girl, whom Orochimaru described as having a frail body, unsuitable for childbirth or research.

According to OG UK, Princess Diana is in a cold war with her husband, King Charles.

Orochimaru commented that because of the defeat of the Soviet Empire, his country, Britain, entered a peaceful era of tranquility and complacency, much like Konoha after the First Shinobi World War.

But there will always be another "Ninja World War".

Orochimaru glanced one last time at his father, who was still pretending to be asleep and too afraid to wake up in his new body, picked up the knife that had pierced the owl's forehead the day before, and calmly pushed open the door.

A ninja's chakra is a product of the combination of physical strength and mental power.

Therefore, daily practice is essential.

tread!

Orochimaru lightly tapped the ground with his foot and began running at the maximum speed of this new body along the Privet Road.

It's been a long time since I've both trained my body and organized intelligence.

Orochimaru couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Following the briefing format used by ninjas on missions, he summarized the information he had gathered over the past three days through various means as follows:

First of all, the "ninjas" in this world are very different from ordinary people. The "ninjas" deliberately conceal their existence, call ordinary people "Muggles", and call "ninjutsu" magic.

Secondly, "ninjas" are not allowed to use "ninjutsu" in front of civilians at will, nor can they harm civilians.

This was written to me last night at midnight by a professor named Severus Snape; of course, his words were quite blunt.

"Angus, if you don't want to be sent to Azkaban before you even get to Hogwarts, stop right now and stop using magic in front of Muggles!"

Orochimaru didn't know exactly what Azkaban was; Snape hadn't said, but he guessed it might be similar to the ANBU prisons in Konoha.

As for what came next, it left Orochimaru somewhat...

It seems somewhat familiar.

"I've found some information about your mother, so I'll be a few days late picking you up. Don't do anything out of line, be patient, your future is about to change."

Ok……

That familiar tone, that slightly affected concern, made him equate Snape with Danzo in his mind.

That's how Danzo started gathering Root's people back then.

Although Danzo and Professor Snape's methods were clumsy, Orochimaru admitted that they had indeed tried their best.

Orochimaru, adjusting his breathing and savoring the subtle tingling sensations in his body, continued searching for his target for the day, a wave of energy emanating from him—

Fluctuations in bloodline limit.

Orochimaru was certain that among the dozens of four-story houses on Privet Road lived a "ninja" who possessed the same "bloodline limit" as himself.

He probably hasn't awakened his "bloodline limit" yet, otherwise the fluctuations wouldn't be so intermittent. But this doesn't stump Orochimaru.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru suddenly accelerated, passing through the garden of several small houses, and stomped hard on the telephone pole at the end of the road with his feet, which were already imbued with chakra.

Tatata!

He ran to the top of the utility pole, did a somersault in mid-air, and landed at the very top of the pole.

The entire Privet Road community is now in full view.

Along the way, he referenced the ninjutsu barriers set up by the Hyuga clan's Eight Trigrams Sixty-Four Palms and began to light them up one by one in Orochimaru's sight.

While they wouldn't give Orochimaru a complete understanding of the entire community, they were more than enough to pinpoint the exact location of the "bloodline limit" fluctuations that had been emanating yesterday.

Orochimaru's eyes narrowed, and he stopped searching.

He has already found his target.

The Xun trigram represents the southeast!

It was a square, unremarkable four-story building, with a black enamel plaque at the entrance bearing the building number.

No. 4, Ligustrum Road.

The woman of the house was standing by the living room window, spying on her neighbor across the street, completely unaware that she had become Orochimaru's subject of observation.

Her son, a chubby little boy, was laughing and waving his fists as he chased after his skinny little brother.

And on the forehead of that thin, small child was a scar that looked like a lightning bolt.

Are they the main family and branch family of the Hyuga clan?

Orochimaru habitually used examples from the ninja world to analyze the situation, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.

In any case, he has confirmed his target.

The boy with the scar on his forehead possessed a bloodline limit similar to his own.

"A 'branch family' that has been abused," Orochimaru said, sticking out his snake-like tongue and licking his upper lip. "This is a very suitable target for subjugation."

To win over subordinates, targeted measures must be taken.

Those who crave power are given power, those who crave knowledge are given knowledge, and Orochimaru immediately saw what the "branch family" boy with the scar on his head desired—

Friendship and family.

It was a bit tricky, but Orochimaru felt he could handle it.

……

It was afternoon, Harry's least favorite time of day.

"Get out of here, Harry! Don't just stay home all the time!" Uncle Vernon punched Harry. "Dali's already waiting for you at the door!"

He wasn't waiting for me; he just wanted a running punching bag.

Harry kept his head down, pretending not to hear.

However, he had made a big mistake earlier. During Dali's visit to the zoo, he released a snake out of the display window, which frightened his aunt and uncle's "little darling" Dali.

Although he denied it, his aunt and uncle insisted that it was his fault.

This made things increasingly difficult for Harry; for example, he was only allowed to come out of the closet yesterday.

This is the sorrow of living under someone else's roof.

Harry could only delay leaving the house as much as possible. At home, he was just Dali's punching bag, but once he went outside, Dali's boxing team would start beating him up.

"Alright, Harry, don't delay any longer," Aunt Petunia urged, pressing on Harry's shoulders. "Your friends are waiting for you at the door."

Harry tried to pry Aunt Petunia's hands off, but he failed.

As a result, Aunt Petunia grabbed Harry by the shoulder and shoved his small body forcefully to the doorway.

Squeak!

The door was yanked open by Dali, who had been waiting there all along.

The blinding sunlight suddenly slammed into Harry's thin face, making it impossible for him to open his eyes for a moment.

Before Harry could even adjust to the glaring sunlight, Dali snatched his glasses and tossed them to his friends.

Pierre, a tall, thin guy with a monkey-like face from the boxing team, took Harry's round glasses with a flick of his wrist and then burst into laughter.

"Come and catch me, Harry the punching bag!"

Before Harry could react, he started running.

Beating up Harry in the residential area would inevitably attract the attention of nosy adults, so they prepared a new boxing ring for Harry today—

Xiaohuijin District Amusement Park.

It was an abandoned playground that adults would never go to, and as for their peers, they were no match for their boxing team.

Harry had no choice but to run as fast as he could.

Because behind him, Dali had already raised his fist.

Meanwhile, Danny, who looked exactly like Dali, was constantly counting on his fingers, as if he was about to smash them into Harry's nose at any moment.

Harry could only run, run as fast as he could, to catch up with the tall, thin Pierre who was holding his glasses.

At least the skinny monkey-faced Pierre's fist was much lighter than Dali's and the others' fists.

That was the only way Harry could console himself.

Harry's thin figure walked through Privet Drive, past one cottage after another with a garden.

Without his glasses, he couldn't see the happy family life behind the window of the small house at all.

It's better not to see clearly, at least it won't hurt so much.

As Harry thought of this, he stumbled. When he came to his senses, the tall, thin, monkey-faced Pierre had already climbed onto a swing.

After the chase, they had arrived at the Little Huijin District amusement park.

Harry's glasses were clutched in the hand of the monkey-faced Pierre, swinging back and forth in the air along with the swing's rope, as if Pierre was also pitying Harry.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you crying yet?"

Pierre asked as he rocked the swing.

Their boxing team's training goal this summer is to make Harry, this stubborn boy, cry.

Peel felt hopeful today because the Little Wheeking District playground was deserted, and Harry's glasses were in his possession.

"Aren't you supposed to be a fast runner? Last time we chased you, you leaped onto the roof in no time."

Dali's voice came from not far away, and Danny, who was just like him, echoed it.

"Too bad this playground doesn't have a rooftop for you to run around on. Harry, get ready for training!"

Harry heard the sound and turned around abruptly.

Without his glasses, he could only see two creatures that resembled wild boars charging towards him.

He turned around again, and the glasses that the tall, thin Peel was holding were thrown at him as well.

Harry was not afraid.

He sometimes wondered how he could have so much courage.

In that split second, Harry reached out and caught the glasses flying toward him, then rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding the attacks of Dali and Dampi.

His movements were so fluid and swift, it was as if they were his instinct.

Before the screams of pain from the collision of the three members of the Dali trio could be heard, Harry immediately crouched down and looked at the carousel.

It was a large, round carousel, and the Dali boxing team, with their poor balance, would have had a hard time catching themselves as they circled around it.

Harry thought to himself, first crawling a few steps on his hands and feet to speed up, then suddenly straightening up and running a few more steps, finally pushing off the peeling paint on the wooden horse's head and jumping onto the rusty carousel.

The turntable creaked and groaned, sounding as if Harry were declaring war on the Dudley trio.

After this series of actions, Harry's chest heaved violently.

Not far away, Dali's trio stood up again.

Harry quickly put on his glasses and began to observe the trio's movements.

After reading it, Harry couldn't help but frown.

The three members of the Dali group had unpleasant expressions, their faces filled with the fury of someone determined to kill Harry today.

He wasn't afraid, but he knew he couldn't fight against so many opponents, and he was going to suffer some hardship today.

Harry thought to himself, and clenched his fists even tighter.

tread!

Click!

Just then, a very light footstep sound came from the rusty carousel disc where Harry was standing.

Before Harry could turn around, the owner of the footsteps smiled kindly.

The man asked:

"Are you guys playing a ninja game? If you don't mind, could I join? I'm not very good at it."

His voice sounded somewhat like a snake's.

Harry thought to himself.