69novels Chapter 63 Potter, Shut Up!!!
Chapter 63 Potter, Shut Up!!!
Chapter 63 Potter, Shut Up!!!
The long night will eventually pass.
As the dawn broke over the lake and finally reached Slytherin's bedroom, Orochimaru was nowhere to be seen.
Unlike usual, there was one more person exercising this morning.
Draco Malfoy, panting, followed Orochimaru as they ran around the lake outside Hogwarts Castle.
"Lord Orochimaru, how much longer do we have to run? We've already run ten laps—"
Draco Malfoy asked, resting his hands on his knees.
"How long? We've only just begun!"
Orochimaru paused, looking at Draco Malfoy with some regret.
Although this new Kimimaro is just as determined as the original Kimimaro, he is far inferior to the original Kimimaro in terms of physical strength.
but----
He is in good health, which is a good thing.
Orochimaru thought to himself with delight, abandoning his plan to further intensify the training.
Starting from scratch, how can an ordinary person become a powerful ninja? This is a very difficult thing for others.
But Orochimaru was very experienced in this and felt he could handle it.
"Rest here for a moment and don't wander around. I'll be right back."
Orochimaru patted the ashamed-looking Malfoy on the shoulder, then shifted his feet and began running around the lake at the maximum speed his body could currently achieve.
It must be said that although his physical strength is only at the Genin level, his persistent training has yielded some results.
Orochimaru stepped in the same footprints as before, and each time he shook his body to cut through the oncoming wind, he increased his speed by a few points.
In the end, Draco Malfoy looked at him as if he were a monster, watching his Lord Orochimaru turn into a blur.
There is no magic involved; it relies solely on physical strength.
Draco Malfoy couldn't help but sigh with admiration; he would never have believed that anyone could do such a thing before.
But now, his gaze toward Orochimaru is filled with even more reverence, as if he were watching a legend unfolding right before his eyes.
Most importantly, Malfoy believed more than anyone else that as long as he stayed by Orochimaru's side, he would one day be able to do the same.
Orochimaru, however, was unaware of Malfoy's thoughts; his attention was entirely focused on Professor Quirrell.
Because he had learned the name of the man he fought last night from Malfoy's words.
The professor, with his delicate features, was able to exude such a strong and specific killing intent, which truly amazed him.
If I had the chance, I would like to dissect Professor Quirrell.
However, the magic that caused him excruciating pain still made Orochimaru feel slightly uneasy.
It's not as unreasonable as Itachi Uchiha's Tsukuyomi, but it's still difficult to defend against.
I need to be fully prepared for our next meeting.
Ninja battles are always a clash of intelligence.
Professor Quirrell, now that you've revealed all your cards, the next time we meet, it will be my turn to surprise you.
Orochimaru moved with lightning speed, his mind racing as he devised the skills he would use for their next meeting.
The techniques used by ninjas can be roughly divided into three categories: ninjutsu, taijutsu, and genjutsu.
Jiraiya was skilled in ninjutsu, while Tsunade was skilled in taijutsu.
As for myself—
Orochimaru paused, looked leisurely at the calm lake surface, and let out a rare sigh.
Before meeting Itachi Uchiha, he always thought that his specialty was genjutsu (illusionary techniques).
The snake illusion technique, which blends reality and illusion, and combines it with ninjutsu and taijutsu, was the battle tactic he used most often during his time as one of the Three Ninja.
But under the Mangekyou Sharingan, all illusions become a joke.
but----
There's no such thing as the Mangekyou Sharingan in this world.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru's mood brightened up again, a rare occurrence. He bent down and teased the little white snake Yennefer in his arms.
"Next time, I'll have to put in more effort."
Upon hearing this, Yennefer shifted her body unhappily and opened her mouth toward Orochimaru, indicating that she had not eaten this month.
Yennefer, the little white snake who ate a piece of Galleon during a lunar eclipse, might seem like a huge burden to others, but Orochimaru found her excessively simple.
Each time the myriad snakes are summoned, many offerings must be fed to that giant creature.
Orochimaru lazily compared the items, but when he looked up, he saw that Hogwarts had already woken up.
Today is Sunday, and many students slept in, so much so that they didn't get up until now.
Rubbing their eyes, most of the people wearing glasses were Ravenclaws. They walked to the lakeside, found a quiet spot, and read books in the sunshine, balancing work and rest.
It was unclear what they were thinking, but Hufflepuff was grinning foolishly. While they were sitting by the lake, they managed to pull out a lot of unusual food, turning their Sunday trip to the lake into a picnic.
Orochimaru couldn't help but marvel at the peaceful approach taken by these two academies.
But I don't know if it's just my imagination—
Orochimaru noticed that even though both academies were doing their own thing, their auras were still constantly falling on him.
This feeling is not simply curiosity, but more like the result of being unconsciously influenced.
Just like last night, Crabbe and Goyle were both fast asleep, but were inexplicably woken up and made to watch Malfoy's oath of allegiance to them with bated breath.
Not only did they show no impatience, but they also seemed genuinely interested in their own and Malfoy's affairs, as if they were being manipulated.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru slowed his pace and listened carefully to the conversation between Ravenclaw and the Hufflepuffs.
Although he only stayed at Hogwarts for a week, he had already discovered the daily conversations between the two houses.
Ravenclaw is known for its complex and tedious debates about bookish knowledge, while Hufflepuff is always accustomed to discussing which food is best suited for a midnight snack.
But today is different.
"Did you hear? Slack Anguillis personally defeated Professor Quirrell in a duel last night. Yes, that's our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor this year."
"That's right, we're all Ravenclaws, we shouldn't pay attention to this kind of fake news spread by Peeves. But for some reason, I just want to pay attention to Slack Anguill."
After the two Ravenclaws finished speaking, they wanted to refocus their attention on their books.
It was as if they had seen a ghost. They clearly wanted to do that, but their eyes couldn't help but drift towards Orochimaru, who was jogging along the lake, and they followed his figure closely without leaving him for even a moment.
As for Hufflepuff, it's even more obvious.
Upon seeing him, they even lost their appetite for snacks, all intently watching his every move.
Whether you're running, breathing, or just pausing for a moment, they'll cast curious glances your way, as if you were the savior who saved the magical world.
No----
They're different, completely different.
There's a reason people are so interested in Harry; in a way, this Jinchūriki did indeed save the entire wizarding world.
But Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, their focus on themselves has completely surpassed that of a student who has defeated a professor.
They seemed to be controlled by magic, unable to help but pay attention to their every move.
Magical World —
That's quite interesting.
Orochimaru suddenly became interested in researching, slowed his pace, and began to stroll leisurely along the lakeside.
This was the same as his usual approach when gathering intelligence; he was always leisurely and unhurried, unlike Jiraiya who was so rough.
That white-haired idiot is either riding around on a toad or squatting on a toad's head, peeking everywhere.
As Orochimaru gradually gets closer to Draco Malfoy, his inexplicable attention towards him suddenly intensifies!
The Ravenclaws all put down their books and, without hesitation, cast concerned glances at Orochimaru.
The Hufflepuffs were even more interesting; some of them even carried snacks and tried to cross half the lakeshore to gather information and confirm the truth of the Professor Quirrell incident.
"That's strange, Lord Orochimaru." Malfoy frowned in confusion. "The way they look at us is exactly how they look at Potter."
Porter?
Jiraiya?
Orochimaru listened to Malfoy's words and nodded noncommittally. He wasn't surprised by Malfoy's inexplicable jealousy.
After all, Kimimaro had said the same thing to him back then.
"If Jiraiya dares to offend you, I will surely take his head!"
Regardless of whether it was appropriate or not, the courage was commendable.
Orochimaru appreciated this, and he became increasingly certain that the changes in Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were related to the new Kimimaro by his side.
Ever since Malfoy pledged his allegiance to him last night, everyone's attention on him has involuntarily increased.
in short----
Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, who were initially only a little curious about themselves, became increasingly curious and attentive to themselves, eager to know everything about them.
But what if it's an academy that has ill intentions towards you?
Orochimaru turned his gaze and saw a group of children dressed in Gryffindor wizard robes walking out of the castle.
They gathered in small groups, but all of them coincidentally surrounded Harry in the center, and loudly proclaimed the truth to everyone who passed by.
"How could a first-year student possibly defeat Professor Quirrell? Slack Anguilloch only broke his foot by kicking a rock imbued with dark magic!"
"If you don't believe us, can you not believe Harry Potter, who witnessed all of this firsthand!"
"Would the famous Potter lie to you?"
The Gryffindors preached the truth to everyone they met, as if they wanted to drag the owls down from the sky and make them hear the whole story.
Orochimaru looked at Harry, who was caught in a dilemma but forced to nod repeatedly, and found it amusing.
But just because he found it funny doesn't mean Malfoy could accept it.
This newly loyal descendant of the Malfoy family, like an enraged cobra, leaped up from the ground and hissed at the horde of Gryffindors.
His target was direct and precise: Harry Potter, the person he was now extremely annoyed with!
"Potter! Take back your lies! How dare you insult the great achievements of Lord Slack Anguill!"
As Malfoy roared in anger, the Slytherins who had been hiding in the corridor peeked out and stared at Orochimaru, who was standing leisurely by the lake.
At this moment, the focus of the entire Hogwarts was self-evident.
Orochimaru, however, who was in the spotlight, didn't care about any of this.
He simply watched Malfoy confronting the Gryffindors with a calm expression, a mixture of nostalgia and amusement flashing through his mind.
So you have your own bloodline limit, my new Kimimaro, Mr. Draco Malfoy.
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