Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 5 Harry Potter, nicknamed Jiraiya

"Jiraiya".

Orochimaru uttered the name softly and waited quietly for Harry's reaction.

Harry paused for a moment, then struggled to repeat the somewhat tongue-twisting name, "Jiraiya, my codename is Jiraiya?"

Orochimaru nodded slightly. "You are indeed very clever; you remembered the new name in no time."

A fleeting look of delight crossed Harry's face.

It's not just because of the new name, but also because I've made new friends.

Making new friends is always a happy thing.

"Slack," Harry said, then suddenly changed his mind, "Orochimaru, that's our secret codename, right?"

Orochimaru nodded:

"right."

That's so cool!

Ha clenched his fist tightly, unable to contain his excitement.

"I feel like we're agents from a James Bond movie right now. My name is Jiraiya, and yours is Orochimaru. We're royal agents under orders from the Queen!"

Harry's thinking was somewhat naive. Orochimaru crossed his arms and nodded approvingly, acknowledging his statement.

"Alright, it's getting late, I think we should part ways here." Orochimaru pointed into the distance.

Harry turned around and saw the pale crescent moon.

"Is it already so late?" Harry's reluctance to go home was palpable. "Can we play a little longer?"

"It probably won't work today," Orochimaru shook his head slightly. "Your cousin has already gone home. You'll definitely get scolded if you go back too late."

Even if I go back earlier, I will still get scolded.

Harry lowered his head, but didn't dare to say what was on his mind.

He felt that he and Orochimaru were both royal agents with secret codenames, and that saying such things was not in line with their identities.

Orochimaru saw through Harry's thoughts but didn't expose him.

Like the little ninja, this one possesses a bloodline limit... no, this little wizard also has innocent and kind fantasies, which he doesn't need to break now.

Orochimaru decided to rephrase the story to give Harry more hope for the future.

He bent down, picked up the kitchen knife from the ground, twirled it between his fingers, and then tucked it back into his waistband. He then looked directly into Harry's large, round, bright green eyes and smiled slightly.

"See you here again tomorrow. I'll teach you a powerful move then," Orochimaru said, extending his right hand, already clenched into a fist. "Partner!"

Ha used all his strength to clash forcefully with Orochimaru.

"It's a deal, partner, see you here again!"

The two pale little fists collided heavily. Harry winced in pain because he had used too much force, and Orochimaru wasn't much better off; he also frowned almost imperceptibly.

But for a man, these are just minor hardships, nothing to worry about.

Harry suddenly turned around and ran towards number four Privet Drive. After running several steps, he suddenly turned back to look at Orochimaru.

Upon discovering that his partner was still standing there, Harry jumped up and waved goodbye to Orochimaru.

Then, without looking back, Harry ran off to number four Privet Drive.

Orochimaru kept his arms crossed, watching Harry's figure until he could no longer see him.

At this moment, finally no one was bothering Orochimaru.

He glanced down at his fist, which had just collided with Harry's, and a look of surprise crossed his face.

He originally thought that Harry was a junior wizard similar to the Hyuga branch family, who was bullied by the main family wizard, the fat Dali.

But seeing him today, Nadali could never be a wizard.

What surprised Orochimaru even more was the young wizard Harry's physical condition.

"Harry, the Jinchūriki?"

Orochimaru murmured softly the word he thought he would never have to deal with again, and let out a leisurely sigh.

This world is indeed very dangerous.

However, I should be able to handle it, at least so far.

Orochimaru, with his hands behind his back, strolled leisurely home, admiring the moonlit streets of Privet Street.

As he approached the door, Orochimaru suddenly paused.

He seems to have forgotten to teach Harry how to use the results of today's game, but I suppose Harry should be able to handle it?

Harry felt confident he could handle it.

He even felt that the atmosphere at dinner tonight was a bit strange.

According to Aunt Penny's rules, dinner is served promptly at seven o'clock every evening. The routine is that Dali and her aunt and uncle eat first, and she comes to the table last to finish the leftovers and clean up the table.

But today...

"Mom," Dudley glanced at Harry fearfully, "let Harry eat with us."

"Honey, Harry isn't hungry, you should eat."

Aunt Penny placed the prepared fish and chips in front of her son and poured him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Harry stood in the corner of the restaurant, watching Dali's performance tonight with some surprise.

"Who gave you permission to stand here!" Uncle Vernon turned his head away in disgust at the table. "Go back to your cupboard and come out again after we've finished eating!"

"Dad..." Dudley's voice grew increasingly anxious as he watched Harry walk silently back into the cupboard. "Let Harry come eat with us! I mean it!"

"Oh, my little darling Dali is so kind!" Aunt Penny wiped away her tears, hugged Dali's chubby face, and gave him a big kiss.

It's disgusting.

Harry suddenly lost his appetite and quickened his pace.

"Come back! Dali told you to sit at the table and eat, why are you running away, you disgusting thing..." Uncle Vernon fired off like a machine gun, "Freak!"

Uncle Vernon had sensed something was off about Darley tonight.

He jumped up and, like a raging boar, continued to spray Harry with profanities.

"What exactly happened this afternoon, you freak? Did you use your freak trick on Da?!"

"Dad, Harry doesn't have any," Dali said softly.

"Harry, I'm asking you a question!" Uncle Vernon's voice rose even louder after Dudley's attempts to stop him. "Answer me!"

"I didn't do anything!" Harry whirled around, his voice rising. "You'd better ask Dali what he's planning to do to me today!"

"What could he possibly do to you? He's so kind and gentle, he's your brother!" Aunt Penny emphasized.

This is Harry's daily life.

Usually after such an argument, he would silently go back to the cupboard and then go hungry for two days.

But today is different.

Harry remembered his new identity, and that he and Orochimaru were both secret agents with code names.

Suddenly, his anger subsided.

Harry looked at Dali calmly and leisurely.

"Then Dali, tell us about the games we played this afternoon. Were they fun?"

Is it interesting?

Upon hearing the words "afternoon" and "games," Dali involuntarily shuddered, his face turning deathly pale.

"My darling Dali, tell Mommy what happened!" Penny hugged Dali tightly, comforting him.

Uncle Vernon abruptly stood up, blocking Harry from his child, his bulky body trembling with rage.

"Say it, Dali, I'm waiting too."

Harry's words were firm.

But to Dali, it sounded like the boy who had elbowed him was closing in on him.

He mumbled something and repeated it softly.

"This afternoon while we were playing games, a boy ganged up on me with Harry."

boy.

With Harry?

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny exchanged a sudden glance, a terrifying thought flashing through their minds.

People from that world have come to contact Harry?

"What weird tricks did they use on you? Do you feel unwell anywhere? Should we go to the hospital?" Uncle Vernon turned around abruptly, looking at his son with concern.

Dali shook his head blankly, struggling to organize his thoughts, and after a long while, he finally spoke:

"No weird tricks, but that boy seems to know kung fu?"

effort?

Uncle Vernon was taken aback, and Aunt Penny breathed a sigh of relief. In their view, the worst had not happened.

Once their minds were at peace, the two grew increasingly disgusted with Harry.

"You'll be in juvenile court with your kung fu friend one day!" Uncle Vernon threatened. "No dinner tonight, and no leaving the house tomorrow!"

Oops.

Harry was taken aback, realizing he had acted somewhat impulsively. Even though Dali was already afraid of him, how could he meet his partner tomorrow if he couldn't go out?

They made an appointment!

Harry was about to retort when he heard Aunt Petunia join in the commotion.

"Dali, tell me that person's name. Mommy will call the police for you! We'll arrest him!"

"Okay, but Mom, I don't know his name." Dali was extremely aggrieved.

"Then you can stay home tomorrow too," Aunt Penny said, affectionately patting Dali's head. "Your dad and I bought a new Mark I game console, so you can play it at home."

After saying that, Aunt Petunia gave Harry a disgusted look.

"You're not allowed to go out either; stay home and keep Dali company!"

Harry didn't answer; he was filled with regret.

like……

He messed things up himself.

Even after he returned to his bed in the cupboard, the thought kept swirling in Harry's mind.

How can I go out tomorrow afternoon?

Will I ever see my partner again?

He thought and thought, not even knowing when he fell asleep, just as quietly as the midnight outside.

In the quiet of the night, Snape, an adult wizard dressed in black robes, drifted like a dark cloud to the door of number forty Privet Drive.

He was there to pick up the young wizard named Slack Anguis.

Snape drew his wand, pointed it at the peeling wooden door, and gently tapped it.