thefictionvixens Chapter 83 Slack's Beloveds
Chapter 83 Slack's Beloveds
Chapter 83 Slack's Beloveds (Third update of 10,000 words per day)
Malfoy easily obtained Neville's Memory Orb, because after sharing it with his fellow students, the chubby boy actually left it in the Great Hall.
Orochimaru neither confirmed nor denied this, only expressing slight regret.
Such a careless little wizard would probably never graduate from the ninja academy in the ninja world.
But not necessarily —
If Jiraiya could graduate, it's not entirely impossible for Neville to do so as well.
Orochimaru savored the dregs of his past memories and couldn't help but smile.
Since his transmigration and the restoration of his soul, he has noticed that he smiles more often.
This made him feel a little uncomfortable, but he felt he could handle it for now.
Orochimaru continued to examine the memories brought back by the shadow clone.
Just like Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class, the flight lesson was unremarkable.
Although she herself was very excited.
Before the young wizards were even allowed to fly, Professor McGonagall launched into a long and detailed introduction to the sport of Quidditch.
Riding flying broomsticks, they are divided into teams of seven, with roles including goalkeeper, chaser, striker, and finder.
There are three types of balls.
The goalkeeper and the pursuers deal with the Quaffle, a red ball. Each time a pursuer throws the ball into the goal, they score ten points. The goalkeeper's task is to stop them.
The Seeker, the position Harry's father used to play, has to deal with a small ball called the Golden Snitch. Once the Seeker finds the ball, they get 150 points and the game ends.
To be honest, Orochimaru wasn't interested in either of those positions.
The former is like the Hyuga clan, skilled only in taijutsu, pitifully clumsy in actual combat; the latter is like a ninja proficient in genjutsu, though at their peak they could—
At the pinnacle, there are illusion techniques like the Mangekyou Sharingan, but ultimately only a very few people can achieve it.
In contrast, Orochimaru found himself preferring the batter position.
Smash the erratic, wandering ball, hit the enemy with this iron ball, and watch them scream as they fall from the flying broom.
This is indeed a very pleasant thing, and it makes one think of the battlefield.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru couldn't help but lick his lips, revealing a sinister smile.
After introducing Quidditch, Professor McGonagall couldn't wait to let the young wizards try flying on broomsticks.
She had little experience and didn't know that the most important thing in this kind of thing was to proceed step by step and maintain a steady pace. She was as excited as a Jonin leading a group of Genin for the first time.
So Malfoy, carrying Neville's memory orb, challenged Harry.
Eventually, things progressed to that point.
"He calls me Kimimaro, and I call him Orochimaru, you know that, Potter?"
Orochimaru couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he recalled this scene.
Although they all had codenames, they were ultimately not ninjas who had fought their way out of the bloodbath of Toyama; at best, they were just more mature little wizards.
Showing off and criticizing are perfectly normal things.
But Harry's determination to kill Malfoy was a bit too much. Especially when the two started speeding through the air above Hogwarts, even Professor McGonagall was taken aback.
After turning everyone's brooms into sticks, she couldn't wait to chase after Harry and Malfoy.
The result was quite disastrous.
After Malfoy tripped over the top of the Divination Tower, Harry followed closely behind and delivered a fatal blow to Malfoy.
They both fell, one breaking his arm and the other breaking his ankle.
The two were now in the school infirmary, and seemingly as punishment for their recklessness, Professor McGonagall ordered them to undergo at least three days of confinement after their recovery.
At the same time, neither of them is allowed to participate in the newly organized Hogwarts rookie tournament.
As the one who instigated their violent conflict, he received a disdainful look from Professor McGonagall, along with a remark—
"Are you satisfied now, Mr. Slack Anguis?"
"Professor, you don't seem to be angry with me. Your anger seems to be directed at someone else, doesn't it?"
His own shadow clone responded in this way.
However, Professor McGonagall's expression didn't look too good after hearing this.
This was just a minor incident to cover up my infiltration of Quirrell's office; it was exciting, but not worth putting too much thought into.
Orochimaru simply pulled his thoughts back to the present.
The euphoric effect of the soldier's ration pills is waning, and the feeling of physical exhaustion is gradually subsiding.
He can think freely again now.
Orochimaru, seeing the familiar surroundings, suddenly became interested.
Although Jiraiya and Tsunade are in another world, that doesn't stop him from reminiscing about the past.
He slowly stood up, took a kunai from the wall, and began the pre-mission briefing as if the two men were sitting in front of him.
"The reason why I can't break through the genin barrier has been roughly identified; it's highly likely that there's something wrong with my soul."
As he said those words, Orochimaru couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.
In another world, due to the wear and tear on his soul caused by the Reincarnation Technique, he had to accept the fact that his strength would slowly decline in his new body.
In this magical world, his strength wouldn't decrease, but because of his soul, he had to accept the situation that his strength couldn't be substantially improved.
It seems like I've never been able to break free from my soul in this lifetime—
Orochimaru shook his head slightly and threw the kunai at the wall.
Do!
The kunai was suddenly nailed to the wall.
"This is our goal: to unlock the secrets of the soul that hinder the enhancement of strength."
As Orochimaru spoke, he picked up three more shuriken from the ground.
There are three research directions that can be explored in depth.
Swish!
The shuriken spun in mid-air and stood at the very top.
"Obtaining the Philosopher's Stone is the most difficult. Dumbledore and the entire Hogwarts are guarding it closely, and we currently know neither its location nor how to obtain it."
"Even if you obtain the magic stone, whether you can keep it in your possession for a long time is still questionable."
"This is the riskiest but also the most rewarding approach."
"Once an opportunity arises, seize it at all costs; never act rashly before an opportunity arises!"
Therefore, this is the best!
As Orochimaru spoke, he turned to look at the empty room in front of him and calmly picked up another shuriken.
Orochimaru flicked his wrist, and the sword in his hand flew through the air, hurtling towards the lower right corner.
"Secondly, proceed to the Forbidden Books section. Snape's information is vague, and the contents of the books Dumbledore brought back are unknown."
"The restricted book area is difficult to access, and it's uncertain how many guards and traps are involved."
"This is an option with slightly lower risk and unknown returns."
"We must conduct a thorough investigation, create opportunities to infiltrate, and never take chances or approach the mission with a 'let's give it a try' mentality."
"If you fail, the chain reaction will exponentially increase the difficulty."
"We must seize the right opportunity and take another risk, but we must not be careless."
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Therefore, this is the right!
Orochimaru listened intently, but Jiraiya's loud and boisterous voice did not reach his ears.
His expression remained unchanged as he picked up the last shuriken and casually shot it towards the lower left corner.
"The blood of the Forbidden Forest Unicorn—this is the third route."
"The Forbidden Forest is a place we've all been to before; the environment is familiar, and the danger is extremely low."
"Bring enough ninja tools and medicine; that's enough to handle any crisis."
"Although blood is not drinkable, it doesn't mean it's not suitable for research."
"Curses have always been inseparable from the soul. Even if they can't unravel the secret of why my strength can't be improved, they can still be of some help."
"Minimum returns, minimum risks."
"I suggest immediate action; there should be no delay."
Therefore, this is the left!
"Jiraiya, Tsunade, what do you think?"
Orochimaru formed a reconciliation hand seal with one hand, slowly turned around, and looked towards the doorway.
Back when he was still a Jonin, before he received the title of one of the Legendary Sannin, and when he was still teaming up with Jiraiya and Tsunade, the two of them stayed there.
Tsunade tends to sit on the left side, so the rising moon always shines perfectly on her profile.
And she would always toss the dice in her hand and say that answer that she never tired of hearing.
"I want to make a big bet, Orochimaru."
As for Jiraiya—
Orochimaru looked to his right.
Jiraiya liked to cross his arms, lean against the right door frame, and look deep in thought.
Orochimaru had been guessing many times, and Jiraiya wasn't thinking about anything either; he just wanted to see Tsunade under the moonlight.
Because his answers were always exactly the same.
"I'll listen to you, Orochimaru."
Pity.
Orochimaru looked up again, but his old friend was no longer there; they would never meet again in their lives.
Therefore, Orochimaru decided to announce his decision as is his custom.
"Let's tackle the least risky tasks first, and then move on to the bigger ones. As for the medium-risk tasks, we'll just have to adapt as needed."
Orochimaru put away the kunai and shuriken on the wall, pushed open the door of the Request Room, and uttered that long-unheard answer.
That was what he would say to Jiraiya and Tsunade after each battle meeting.
"I'm leaving everything to you, Jiraiya and Tsunade."
Orochimaru stepped through the door of the Requirement House, his footsteps echoing quietly in the corridor. The response that had been heard countless times behind him remained silent.
He came into this world alone, just as he did when he defected from Konoha.
Orochimaru shook his head self-deprecatingly and walked towards the school clinic.
Harry broke his ankle, and Malfoy broke his arm; they're both standing there now.
Due to the limitations of the Shadow Clone's chakra, he was unaware of the two's current recovery status.
Orochimaru had some doubts about their mental state.
Malfoy is alright, but Harry would probably get so angry that his thinking would become twisted, and he'd start sulking like a little kid.
after all----
He wasn't Jiraiya, who had witnessed countless deaths; he was just a young wizard who was only eleven years old.
Harry Potter.
Orochimaru muttered the somewhat tongue-twisting name to himself as he walked through several corridors and climbed several stairs, finally arriving at the door of the school clinic.
Mrs. Pomfrey, the school doctor whom I had met once before, was now standing at the door with a furious expression on her face.
As soon as she saw Orochimaru, she waved to him eagerly.
"Leave here. The patient is recuperating and cannot see outsiders."
"Can't you heal broken bones with a single spell, madam?" Orochimaru asked without any hesitation.
"Yes, I can," Mrs. Pomfrey glanced at the closed school infirmary, "but only if no one interferes with my treatment."
Interference therapy?
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow and saw the door to the school clinic being opened from the inside.
An old wizard with a white beard appeared before Orochimaru, accompanied by a pale-faced young wizard.
One of them looked down at Orochimaru, while the other subconsciously turned his head away, not daring to meet Orochimaru's gaze.
"Mr. Angueus, are you here to see Draco Malfoy?"
"That's what the old white-bearded wizard Dumbledore asked."
The pale-faced young wizard Harry Potter lowered his head, unusually silent in the face of adversity.
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