Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 14 Professor Dumbledore: Leaving without saying goodbye is a form of cowardice.

This was a truly unexpected gain.

As for the reason for leaving Harry so that he could enter the wizarding world alone, Orochimaru was unwilling to believe Dumbledore's words.

This sorcerer god must have ulterior motives, but Orochimaru was unwilling to expose him; this was an unspoken understanding between the two of them.

but……

"I can agree to this exchange, but there's a condition," Orochimaru said calmly. "As a friend, I've always felt that leaving without saying goodbye is cowardly."

Even a life-or-death struggle like the one he had with Jiraiya back then would be better than leaving quietly.

As a ninja, Orochimaru always had a certain kind of persistence that belonged to that world.

When Dumbledore heard this, the image of Grindelwald hastily fleeing Godric's Hollow flashed through his mind.

He sighed deeply, much longer than Orochimaru had anticipated.

"You've surprised me again, Mr. Slack Anguill." Dumbledore extended his hand. "I agree to your preconditions."

"make a deal!"

Orochimaru extended his hand with a smile.

Incidentally, Orochimaru made a new discovery: the will of this sorcerer god seems to be somewhat weaker than that of Sarutobi-sensei.

Perhaps this is what makes this world unique?

As Orochimaru pondered this, he slowly walked towards number four on Privet Road.

He talked with Dumbledore for so long that the sun went down.

Streetlights, one after another, illuminated the streets of the Little Huijin District, allowing people inside to enjoy a night no different from any other.

Dumbledore followed behind Orochimaru, pausing every now and then, like an old man who had experienced too much and occasionally reminisced about the past.

The two walked until they reached the four-story building at number four Privet Drive, where Dumbledore broke the silence.

"Mr. Slack, I must admit, your use of magic is truly astounding," Dumbledore said, pulling a lighter from his pocket. "Even the Ministry of Magic didn't detect your use of magic and set up an early warning barrier in Little Wheegling."

Is this a strategy of praising before criticizing?

Orochimaru was very familiar with the tone of voice often used by strong individuals with this teacher-like mentality, because he himself was very adept at it.

So he waited patiently.

"You always have this relaxed demeanor, which can easily lead people to misunderstand your thirst for knowledge."

Dumbledore shook his head, opened his palm, and gestured for Orochimaru to look at the lighter lying there.

It was a Victorian-era silver-plated lighter, barrel-shaped, with an exterior etched with a blend of green and black that resembled rippling water.

"This is a little gadget I made, called a Deluminator." Dumbledore slowly turned on the Deluminator, infusing it with magic. "I thought it might offer you a small convenience."

As Dumbledore spoke, he winked at Orochimaru again.

"This is absolutely not something I suddenly had the urge to show off to you."

He said this in an attempt to cover up his true intentions.

Orochimaru didn't care; instead, he turned his attention to the brightly lit Little Huijin District. He was very curious about the effect of this "ninja tool."

whoosh...

Whoosh!Whoosh!

The moment Dumbledore turned on the Deluminator, the lights in Little Huigkin Quarter seemed to suddenly acquire magnetic magnets, one after another, attracting to the top of the Deluminator.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaohuijin District was plunged into absolute darkness.

"A brilliant invention, Professor."

Orochimaru sighed in admiration, then lowered his body and vanished from Dumbledore's sight in a blur.

By the time Dumbledore confirmed Orochimaru's presence again, he had already arrived at the second-floor window of No. 4 Privet Drive, outside the bedroom Harry had just changed into.

Boom boom boom!

Orochimaru tapped rhythmically on the window, then leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed, and waited leisurely.

The moonlight is beautiful tonight; there's no need for me to be in such a hurry.

Orochimaru wasn't in a hurry, but Harry in the bedroom was getting anxious.

He practically leaped out of bed and stumbled toward the window that had been making a sound, only to be surprised to see Orochimaru standing there.

"Orochimaru! Partner!"

Harry shouted excitedly through the window, but then immediately lowered his voice so as not to wake his aunt and uncle upstairs.

"I'll open the window right now!" he whispered.

"No need to be so nervous, I'm just here to say goodbye," Orochimaru replied casually, without urging him at all. "You don't need to open the window."

"Are you really leaving?" Harry pressed.

"I guess so. The Hogwarts professors came to pick me up. They came twice, and I figured it wouldn't be right to refuse a third time," Orochimaru said casually, organizing his thoughts. "So I agreed."

"Hogwarts? What kind of school is that?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"It's a magic school that specializes in teaching wizards. I asked the professors, and they said you'll be enrolling there this year, and someone will come to pick you up later."

Before Orochimaru could finish speaking, Harry suddenly pushed open the window.

His big, round green eyes were staring straight at Orochimaru.

"Does such a school really exist? Will we really meet again there? You're not lying to me, are you?"

The tone of the question was more...

Orochimaru gently shook his head, erasing the memories of the other world.

He slowly turned around in the moonlight, staring into Harry's green eyes, and leisurely extended his right hand.

Orochimaru clenched his fist, looking as if he was waiting for Harry to bump fists with him.

Trust me, partner.

Bang!

Harry also clenched his right fist and used all his strength to collide fiercely with Orochimaru's fist.

"It's settled then, see you at Hogwarts, Orochimaru!"

"Then goodbye, Jiraiya!"

Orochimaru withdrew his hand, and in Harry's sight, he flipped in mid-air and disappeared into the black night sky like a fish diving into the water.

Orochimaru was no longer visible outside the window; only the beautiful moonlight flowed quietly there.

Dumbledore, who had witnessed the entire farewell, couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Orochimaru reappearing beside him.

"Professor, did you not expect that saying goodbye between friends could be so simple?" Orochimaru asked with a smile.

Dumbledore chose to avoid the topic, and even his blue eyes, hidden behind his small round glasses, subconsciously looked away.

Dumbledore had to admit that he had been surprised many times since meeting Mr. Slack Anguill.

So, as a slight act of retaliation, Dumbledore mischievously placed his hand on Orochimaru's shoulder.

It wasn't until he used Apparition that Dumbledore slowly explained the precautions to Orochimaru.

"Don't open your eyes, or you'll easily vomit."

Dumbledore said so.

By the time Orochimaru closed his eyes in annoyance, Dumbledore's Apparition with his men had already ended.

Paris, a city that seems to never turn off its lights, has now unfolded before Orochimaru's eyes.

He wasn't originally going to vomit, and although Orochimaru was caught off guard by this space-time ninjutsu, he felt he could handle it.

Can……

Orochimaru couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his nose, glancing disdainfully at the long river illuminated by thousands of lights.

"This river stinks terribly."

"The Seine used to stink even more, far more stinky than you can imagine." Dumbledore also covered his nose. "To live forever here would definitely be a curse."

As Dumbledore spoke, he gestured with his other hand toward the library in the distance.

"Nico Flamel lived there, and I really wish his house smelled nicer."