Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 43 Dumbledore, you don't want Harry to become a Death Eater either, do you?

Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief at Orochimaru's performance in the Transformation Technique class.

Although Voldemort was a student decades ago, Professor McGonagall still vividly remembered his mastery of magic back then.

Judging solely from his academic and magical abilities, Voldemort was indeed a genius no less than Dumbledore.

No matter what kind of spell it is, he can learn it in no time and master it perfectly.

It's impossible for him to be like Slack today, needing an entire lesson to even learn the simplest Transfiguration.

Therefore, when announcing the end of get out of class and assigning homework, Professor McGonagall assigned far less homework than usual.

Each person only needs to write a short essay, about three inches long, and the requirements for the topic are ridiculously simple.

What are your thoughts on transfiguration?

This question is so simple that even just copying the preface of "A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration" would get you a passing grade.

Professor McGonagall quickened her pace as she listened to the students' suppressed cheers.

She planned to see Dumbledore and tell him everything about Orochimaru's performance that day.

This Mr. Slack Anguiz is very ambitious, but lacks talent.

If they simply keep him away from Harry Potter and isolate him, the cruel Slytherin House will surely extinguish his ambitions.

Professor McGonagall was right; in some respects, the person who knows a Slytherin best is always a Gryffindor.

Orochimaru's performance in Transfiguration class became widely known, and by lunchtime in the Great Hall, he could sense that the Slytherins were looking at him with far less respect.

This academy was even more ruthless than he had anticipated.

Orochimaru even had a feeling that the Slytherins were constantly calculating each other's strength and background, despising the weak and following the strong.

"It's just like being on a battlefield, isn't it?" Orochimaru picked up a glass of pumpkin juice and said slowly, "It's only natural that the incompetent won't be followed."

Malfoy's lips twitched involuntarily upon hearing Orochimaru's words.

During lunch, he had already asked Orochimaru about what he had done that morning.

Orochimaru's nonchalant delivery of the death threat was something no lowly wizard could do.

Not to mention now...

If I were the one who had just been invited to join a group by an older student, only to be met with indifference the next moment, I would probably write to my father immediately to ask him to seek justice for me.

Therefore, even though Orochimaru performed poorly in the Transformation class, he was still highly regarded by Malfoy.

He was now increasingly certain that Orochimaru came from a pure-blooded wizard family.

Malfoy chatted casually with Orochimaru, talking about the Herbology class he would be taking with Hufflepuff that afternoon, and the Potions class he would be taking with Gryffindor the next day.

"Both of these classes don't require the use of wands, Slack, you'll definitely do well."

That's the truth.

Orochimaru has always been quite adept at practical application. In his view, cultivating herbs and refining magical potions are no different from human experimentation.

He nodded slowly, a look of anticipation on his face.

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was afternoon.

Just as Malfoy had predicted, Orochimaru displayed astonishing talent in the herbalism class.

It's just that this kind of talent isn't something the professor really likes.

"Professor, why can't the biting cabbage be used as a weapon?" Orochimaru asked with a smile, holding up a cabbage that was tearing at him. "If there are enough of them, they should catch the enemy off guard, right?"

"Mr. Anguis, we are wizards, not assassins," Professor Sprout tried to correct Orochimaru.

"Professor, anything that can harm people can become a weapon," Orochimaru replied casually. "It doesn't depend on how we learn, but on how the enemy does it."

Professor Sprout was speechless after Orochimaru's words and had to change the course at the last minute, giving a lecture on how to deal with the attack of the biting Ganlan.

She said it in a boring way, but Malfoy thought that was what a wizard should know.

After the class ended, Malfoy couldn't wait to discuss with Orochimaru how to use the biting garland to attack enemies.

"First of all, we need a sufficient number," Orochimaru said to Malfoy, sitting in the Slytherin common room. "In my opinion, we need at least four to ten to keep the enemy busy."

"And then?" Malfoy asked excitedly.

"Carefully select the species," Orochimaru said, drawing on his war experience. "It's best to make the Bite Kalanchoe's attacks layered, like the Muggle's concept of firepower coverage."

Is it layered?

Malfoy nodded again, and finally asked the question that concerned him most.

"How can I use the Bite-Grilled Blanc to ambush the enemy while simultaneously casting a spell?"

"Simple," Orochimaru picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip, and said, "Prepare a container with the biting chamomile beforehand, and throw it out when the fight starts."

"Is this all you need?"

"Of course," Orochimaru said leisurely, "the core element of battle is killing the enemy. As long as you can make your enemy busy and flustered, then you are allowed to do whatever you want."

Wouldn't that be very ungentlemanly?

Malfoy subconsciously thought of this, but before he could even ask the question, Orochimaru's answer came first.

"Only the living have the right to talk about manners." Orochimaru's answer was the final word.

Malfoy suddenly understood, and his gaze towards Orochimaru became even more respectful. He now had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

He is so adept at wizarding battles, and can so easily touch upon death in his conversations.

Slack is likely from a pure-blood wizarding family and participated in the great battle between Grindelwald and Dumbledore in his early years.

It was only after Grindelwald's defeat that the Slyke family had to go into hiding and enter Hogwarts with an unremarkable surname.

The answer must be this!

Malfoy was pleased with the answer he had come up with in his mind, and even gave up the idea of ​​writing to his father to ask.

Because this was his discovery, a great proof of his superiority, he had already planned to surprise his father!

Orochimaru was fully aware of Malfoy's change of heart, and didn't even bother to confirm it.

Because he had seen far too many people like that.

Whether it was Fugaku Uchiha, Hiashi Hyuga, or their student, Nawaki Senju, these people from prestigious families always harbored an inexplicable, naive fantasy.

They seemed to believe that as long as they mastered a certain family secret technique, they could survive on the battlefield and then make a name for themselves.

They dream of proving their uniqueness and that they will not let down their family's legacy.

but……

Only the weak constantly try to prove themselves.

For the strong, their very existence is the most obvious proof.

Orochimaru thought to himself leisurely, and prepared to try to compare and study the Ninja Art: Transformation Technique with the Transformation Technique he learned today during his morning training tomorrow.

He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Malfoy asking about the Potions class he would be taking with Gryffindor the next day.

"Slack, you didn't get a chance to talk to Potter today. Do you want me to save you a seat near Potter in class tomorrow?"

"I can't help but ask," Malfoy asked kindly.

But the expression on his face was a bit... a bit like showing off.

He seemed to think he had already established a good relationship with Orochimaru and couldn't wait to tell Harry Potter that Slack had a new friend, and that person was himself!

Orochimaru listened to Malfoy's words and slowly shook his head.

"There's no need to rush; some people will be unhappy."

Who would be unhappy?

Malfoy became curious and was about to ask a question when Orochimaru had already closed the book and returned to his dormitory.

The ability to end a conversation at any time is a privilege of the strong.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up and glance around the Slytherin common room.

The group that invited Orochimaru to join during the day has now all gone quiet, pretending nothing happened.

This kind of disregard would clearly infuriate someone, but Slack can ignore it as if it doesn't exist.

He has a very strong inner strength.

Malfoy stared blankly at Orochimaru, who had already walked away, and secretly resolved in his heart that he would become like that person in the future.

Meanwhile, in the tallest tower of Hogwarts, inside the Headmaster's office, Professor McGonagall was issuing an ultimatum to Dumbledore with a serious expression.

"Dumbledore, you must never let Harry Potter become like Slack Angus!"

"Minerva, what happened to make you so…?" Dumbledore asked curiously, "So nervous?"

Professor McGonagall immediately recounted Orochimaru's actions of the day in a rambling manner.

From his death threats against the Weasley twins, to his invitations to join various Slytherin groups, to his nonchalant attitude towards his poor performance in Transfiguration class, and finally to his inquiry about how to use Bite Gan to kill someone.

"Dumbledore, you wouldn't want to one day suddenly discover that Harry Potter has joined a new Death Eater, would you?"

Professor McGonagall reiterated Orochimaru's idea of ​​creating a new group, this time with particular emphasis.

"But he also has things he's not good at, doesn't he?" Dumbledore tried to appear as if he had everything under control. "Besides, how can we stop two Hogwarts students from interacting with each other?"

Professor McGonagall remained silent, simply staring intently at Dumbledore until the old wizard spread his hands.

"As far as I know, Harry now has Ron Weasley by his side, and the atmosphere of Gryffindor is very suitable for him, which will gradually help him break away from Slack's influence."

As Dumbledore spoke, he seemed to have made up his mind and made a slightly outrageous decision.

"In addition, I allow you to examine the letters Mr. Anguis sent to Mr. Potter, so that his outrageous ideas do not influence Harry Potter."

"You should have done this a long time ago!"

Professor McGonagall spoke sternly, but then suddenly sighed.

"Dumbledore, you should know that we have to do this. That Mr. Slack Anguill is no ordinary little wizard."

"Of course I know, of course I know...Minerva."

Dumbledore murmured softly, subconsciously banishing the information about Grindelwald from his mind.

As is well known, Grindelwald is a master of Transfiguration, capable of easily transforming into the appearance of others without being noticed.

But few people know this...

Grindelwald's object deformation level is very poor, very poor, just like Mr. Slack Anguius's.