Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 19 I can't be a genin for the rest of my life, can I?

"Now I'll share with you two pieces of information I've gathered about the magical world:"

Harry was so excited holding the letter Orochimaru had sent him that he forgot to turn on the light.

He cautiously avoided looking down, instead turning around and quickly walking to the door, using a chair to block it before sitting back down on the windowsill to read.

"The first piece of information is about enrolling in Hogwarts."

Harry involuntarily held his breath.

He's been having a run of bad luck lately and is eager to change his fate.

Or rather, Harry was afraid that Orochimaru's farewell words were just a perfunctory remark. Especially after witnessing what Aunt Petunia had been doing lately—

Aunt threw Dali's old clothes into a basin, hoping to turn them into Stonewall Middle School uniforms with dark blue dye.

Harry felt hopeless at the thought of wearing this outfit into high school.

But now it's different.

He devoured the information Orochimaru had shared with him.

"Hogwarts has different invitation strategies for wizards from different families. A young wizard whose parents are at least one Muggle will receive an acceptance letter at the end of June of the year he turns eleven."

"The school's professors will come to communicate, demonstrate magic, and invite the new students to enroll. They will first go to Diagon Alley, spend a day buying supplies, and then leave a ticket to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters so they can take the train to Hogwarts after the start of the semester."

Platform 9¾?

Harry stared at the words Orochimaru had written with some confusion, thinking to himself that his partner might have written the wrong number.

How can such a strange platform as Platform 9¾ exist in this world?

Do not……

Harry shook his head abruptly, instantly remembering a terrifying fact.

He turned his head to look at the calendar on the wall.

7 Month 5 Day!

He suddenly looked down at the letter Orochimaru had sent him, staring at the words that almost destroyed his sanity.

"If at least one of their parents is a Muggle wizard, they will receive their acceptance letter at the end of June of their eleventh year."

It's early July now, I should have received the invitation by now!

Is it...

Am I not a wizard?

Harry's heart sank. He wanted to close the book and leave immediately, but trusting his partner Orochimaru, he gritted his teeth and continued reading.

"For young wizards whose parents are both wizards, they will receive their acceptance letters on the last day of July. No professors will come to visit them."

Harry read it word by word, his eyes widening as he stared at the last line Orochimaru had written.

"So I have reason to suspect, Jiraiya, that your parents were both wizards! This is the second piece of information I've gathered."

Harry couldn't remember how he got rid of the owl, or even how he got into bed.

His forehead was covered with the last sentence Orochimaru had written.

My own parents, who died in a car accident, were both witches!?

really?

It must be true.

Harry tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep at all.

Meanwhile, Orochimaru awoke from his deep sleep. He looked around the somewhat unfamiliar house and slowly walked to the fireplace.

A ninja's chakra is a mixture of physical and mental energy.

Therefore, daily exercise is essential.

He stood upside down, extending his thumbs, and slowly and steadily raised and lowered his body rhythmically.

Simply put, it's an inverted brace.

The new body's physical form grew rapidly. Thanks to the nourishment of chakra, Orochimaru did forty repetitions in one go before feeling exhausted.

When he calmed his breathing, closed his eyes, and began to refine his chakra again, Orochimaru realized that something was wrong.

He, a ninja with Kage-level strength, already possessed a body that was sufficient for use as a Genin.

However, the amount of chakra he has refined so far is still only at the genin level!

Orochimaru suddenly opened his eyes and gently shook his head.

He doesn't believe it.

The most likely reason is that the new body and soul are not compatible enough, which makes the chakra refinement process not smooth.

A ninja must never lose his composure; this is a mistake even the white-haired Jiraiya wouldn't make, let alone Orochimaru.

So, for the next ten days or so, until the last day of mid-July, Orochimaru continued his arduous training.

He only left his room during mealtimes, like a devout believer.

But the result was still disappointing.

Orochimaru felt that his chakra level was still only at the genin level, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

If he can't find a specific cause and solution, he might...

Is he destined to be a low-ranking ninja for the rest of his life?

this is too scary.

Orochimaru couldn't accept this reality and even took out the last page of the "Book of Abraham the Jew" that had been given to him, wanting to see what kind of advice this nonsensical page would give.

"Try falling in love, child!"

Orochimaru closed the book, somewhat regretting his decision. The book was still spouting nonsense, even trying to disturb his mind.

Just as Orochimaru was about to go out for some fresh air, his roommate knocked on the door.

"Slack, are you up?"

A polite greeting came from outside the door.

"Please come in, Mr. Wendell."

As soon as Orochimaru finished speaking, the door was pulled open from the outside.

The man who walked in was a slightly overweight, kind-looking man. He was dressed in a sophisticated and elegant manner, which made him stand out from the haphazardly dressed wizards in the Leaky Cauldron. If it weren't for the fact that he had a pair of large front teeth when he smiled, he would have been considered an elite middle-class man.

"Magic is amazing, isn't it?" Wendell Granger exclaimed as he entered the room. "No matter how many times I open the door, I feel the doorknob giggling."

"I suppose so." Orochimaru wasn't particularly talkative.

Or rather, he was still troubled by his damned chakra level of a genin.

But Wendell Granger didn't care. He sat on the single bed opposite Orochimaru and began to chatter on and on.

Of course, his usual starting gesture is with his precious daughter.

"Seriously, Slack, you really should meet Hermione! I swear, she's the smartest girl you've ever met."

woman……

Having seen Tsunade is enough for me...

As Orochimaru pondered this, the advice from the Book of Abraham the Jew involuntarily surfaced in his mind again.

He really wants to use that Jew for human experimentation.

"Fine, fine, if you don't want to, then forget it!"

Wendell Granger shrugged, but then continued to complain.

Her daughter has refused to come home since Professor McGonagall took her into the magical world at the end of June.

In his words, it was an attack of anxiety about the unknown.

As a dentist with his own clinic and a loving father, Wendell Granger moved his family to the Leaky Cauldron.

During the day, her daughter and his wife would go shopping and stroll around Diagon Alley, and Hermione would go there to try out some magic, doing her homework in advance.

After all, young wizards are not allowed to use magic in front of Muggles outside of school.

But his daughter, Hermione Granger, was extremely anxious, fearing that she wouldn't be the top student at Hogwarts.

"You don't have to come to chat with me every time, Mr. Granger." Orochimaru sighed softly as he looked at the man in front of him who was talking incessantly about his daughter. "Your daughter and I are both from Muggle families. If she doesn't mind if she goes to school, I will try my best to take care of her."

Orochimaru spoke calmly, but he mercilessly exposed Wendell Granger's thoughts.

As a father, he couldn't bear to let an eleven-year-old girl go into the magical world alone.

But he didn't know any wizards, so in his desperation, he sought out Orochimaru.

Wendell Granger was not embarrassed by this; on the contrary, a smug look appeared on his face.

"I knew you were a good guy, Slack! By the way, I overheard them talking about the boy who survived at the bar downstairs today. Are you interested in knowing about him?"

Wendell Granger said cheerfully.

In the past, Orochimaru would have listened attentively.

After all, the information in his letter to Harry was provided by this talkative Mr. Wendell.

But today is different.

Orochimaru was in a bad mood because his chakra level was still that of a genin.

"I'm planning to go out for a walk today," Orochimaru thought slowly. "Just to clear my head. We can talk about the boy who survived when we get back."

"Alright, you really should go out more, Slack!" Wendell then turned the conversation to his daughter. "Hermione's at Flourish and Blotts; you can find her there!"

"I see."

Orochimaru responded calmly, neither agreeing nor refusing.

He strolled down to the second floor with an air of nonchalance, gazing leisurely at the bustling Leaky Cauldron.

Wizards come and go here, famous and unknown, arguing about spells, selling potions; all sorts of wizards always fill this bar to the brim during the day.

Of course……

No one ever paid any attention to Orochimaru; even his boss, Tom, had forgotten about him.

After all, no one would deliberately pay attention to an eleven-year-old child, would they?

Orochimaru chuckled self-deprecatingly, reached into his pocket, and with a flick of his wrist, a Mercedes-Benz car key appeared in his palm.

One of the tasks of a ninja is to steal items, and Orochimaru has always been adept at this.

The car keys belonged to Mr. Wendell Granger, who had parked his Mercedes S600 in a parking lot not far from the Leaky Cauldron and prepaid a month's parking fee.

As Orochimaru pondered this, he leisurely walked out of the Brave Cauldron Bar and arrived in front of the black Mercedes S600, his expression becoming increasingly relaxed.

Because he discovered a blind spot in Hogwarts' admissions policy.

For a newcomer like Harry, born into a wizarding family but orphaned, even if he received an invitation from Hogwarts, he could not come to the Leaky Cauldron and walk into Diagon Alley through the back door.

Orochimaru already knew what kind of people his partner's aunt and uncle were through Harry's conversation.

in other words……

"Is it necessary to be in a romantic relationship? Friendship can give me the same power of bonds."

Orochimaru opened the car door, easily got into the driver's seat, pulled the handbrake, pressed the clutch with his left foot, pressed the accelerator with his right foot, and shifted the gear into drive with one hand.

The Mercedes-Benz slid out of the parking lot in a smooth arc, like a black snake.

Orochimaru decided to pick up Harry himself, and also to verify his guess.

He absolutely cannot remain a low-ranking ninja for his entire life!