Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Orochimaru's Magical Talent

Orochimaru entered the classroom just as the school bell rang.

Malfoy followed Orochimaru, maintaining the pride characteristic of Slytherins and pure-blood families, walking to his seat with his head held high and eyes straight ahead.

That was a seat that Crabbe and Goyle had reserved for him long ago, located in the middle of the classroom. This had two advantages: firstly, it wasn't under the professor's nose, where he would be constantly watching; secondly, it wasn't in the last row, so he wouldn't look like a bullied loser.

Malfoy, however, was somewhat surprised as he walked toward his seat.

He thought he would be the center of attention in the class, but both Slytherin and Ravenclaw, who liked to play tricks, had their eyes on Orochimaru.

As he slowly moved forward, everyone's gazes followed him. Even Professor McGonagall, who had transformed into a cat, seemed to be watching Orochimaru closely with her cat-like eyes.

At that moment, Orochimaru was more like a Slytherin than he was.

"Slack! Sit here!"

Not only did a Slytherin show him goodwill, but Malfoy even noticed an empty seat next to him.

"We also saved a seat for Slack," Goyle said with a good-natured smile. "When Dad came to school, he told me to befriend powerful wizards."

Crabbe nodded seriously, as if his father had said the same thing.

What could Malfoy say in this situation?

He spread his hands, shrugged, and waited for Orochimaru to sit down.

"Of course I'll sit with you guys," Orochimaru didn't disappoint Malfoy. He sat to Malfoy's left, in a seat near the aisle. "We're roommates, aren't we?"

Malfoy smiled and nodded, but quietly suppressed the urge to send a letter to his father.

How could such an elegant wizard be compared to a Mudblood hybrid?

Slack Anguis, he must be of pure-blood lineage!

"Alright, children, it's time for class!"

Just as Malfoy was about to take the opportunity to ask some more questions, Professor McGonagall suddenly revealed her true form.

She is indeed a master of transformation.

Transforming from a cat into a human form, something extremely difficult, was so easy and seamless for her.

The young wizards were all stunned.

Seeing this, Orochimaru couldn't help but feel nostalgic for Konoha's traditions.

Every new graduate from the Ninja Academy must undergo an examination led by a Jonin. While called an examination, it's really just a series of simple games like grabbing bells.

Ultimately, it was just to give those ninjas a taste of their own medicine and show them that they were different from the teachers at the ninja academy.

Orochimaru used to enjoy taking the young ninjas to see corpses.

No matter how naughty a child is, they will eventually mature a bit after witnessing death firsthand.

Orochimaru thought lazily as he flipped through the thick "Beginner's Guide to Metamorphosis" while listening to Professor McGonagall's explanation.

"Transfiguration is different from ordinary magic. You don't need to chant complicated incantations here, nor do you need to wave your wand in a certain rhythm."

Professor McGonagall drew her wand and casually tapped it on the long table behind her.

The long table suddenly transformed into a standing lion, its jaws wide open, roaring at the students in the class.

Everyone was startled, and Malfoy instinctively shrank back.

Professor McGonagall then slowly made way for the lion, pointing to the lower half of the lion, where the podium still stood.

"This is Transfiguration, and it only requires two things," Professor McGonagall said seriously. "First, a thorough understanding of the object being transformed; second, a strong and unwavering belief. Both require repeated practice to master."

At this point, Professor McGonagall glanced at Orochimaru nonchalantly.

If she didn't have to go to class right now, she would have actually gone to find Dumbledore and asked him to keep an eye on this dangerous little wizard.

Because Slyke Anguill, a student who has just started his first year at Hogwarts, already wants to form a new Death Eaters within Hogwarts!

This is no longer a concern about whether he will follow Voldemort's old path; Slack Anguill is already running headlong down that path!

Professor McGonagall let out a soft breath, trying to gather her thoughts, and then looked at the first-year students.

"Your task today is simple," Professor McGonagall said, handing out the buttons one by one. "Each button has four holes, and you have to make all the holes disappear."

After saying that, Professor McGonagall began to lead her students in a lively practice session, following the procedures outlined in "The Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration".

Whether they were young wizards from wizarding families or had never been exposed to proper magic before, they all showed great interest.

Even Orochimaru was very interested.

He had always been curious about the workings of magic and wanted to know the difference between it and chakra.

Now that he finally has the opportunity to put his ideas into practice openly and legitimately, he naturally cannot let it go.

Orochimaru drew his magic wand.

His wand was made of elderwood, fifteen inches long, but its core was very strange, supposedly made from the beard of some unknown wizard.

The elder wand has a bone-like protrusion at intervals, which is why it is called elder.

Orochimaru didn't seem to care much about the strange appearance of his wand; he had seen things a thousand times stranger during his experiments.

Next, Orochimaru began to follow Professor McGonagall's instructions, emptying his mind and imagining the shape of a button without holes.

This is awkward, at least logically illogical.

After all, how can a button without a hole be worn on clothes?

Orochimaru tried to dispel the doubts in his mind, but found that every time he tried to dispel them, his spiritual intuition would bring them back.

The first step in the transformation was incredibly difficult for Orochimaru.

He decided to slow down and take a look at how others were progressing.

Turning his head, Orochimaru saw that Malfoy's face was flushed red, and he looked like he was using every ounce of strength he had.

Malfoy seemed completely oblivious to Orochimaru's attention, and simply waved his wand at the buttons on the table as much as he could.

puff!

The button suddenly jumped and flew into the air.

The moment the button hit the ground, Orochimaru noticed that there was only one hole left in the button.

"I almost succeeded?"

Malfoy was astonished by his own talent for Transfiguration. He looked at Orochimaru with some surprise and asked impatiently:

"Slack, you can definitely do it too, right?"

May I?

Orochimaru narrowed his pale yellow snake eyes slightly, skipped over the process of thinking and simulating in his mind, and waved his magic wand at the button.

The button remained perfectly still.

"Mr. Anguis, it seems you need to put more effort into your Transfiguration class," Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly rang out behind Orochimaru. "Sometimes, pursuing power too much can actually prevent you from gaining it."

Professor McGonagall spoke with great earnestness, but to Malfoy it sounded somewhat absurd.

He waited until Professor McGonagall was out of sight before whispering in Orochimaru's ear:

"Try again; not everyone can succeed on their first try."

Orochimaru examined the buttons on the table, his interest piqued. After all, since entering the Ninja Academy, he had hardly ever failed in his studies.

Orochimaru then calmed himself down and experimented again and again.

The results were not satisfactory.

Whenever he calmed down and imagined buttons without holes in his mind, an indescribable sense of awkwardness would always fill his whole body.

This slowed his progress, putting him only slightly ahead of Gore.

Goyle couldn't eliminate any of the holes, prompting Malfoy to mutter under his breath that it was almost like a dud.

Orochimaru, on the other hand, could only eliminate one hole.

Even after the school bell rang, Orochimaru was still reeling from the failure of his transformation technique.

"A wizard can't be good at everything, can he?" Malfoy asked with a smile.

He now felt that the pressure Orochimaru had put on him earlier had dissipated a lot, to the point that even his tone of voice had become lighter.

Orochimaru did not answer.

Because he had a vague suspicion that his magical talent wasn't high due to his own resurrection technique.