Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 47 The Control Group: Harry Potter

The moonlight gently spilled down, falling on the shimmering surface of the lake.

Orochimaru, treading on the water, leisurely asked Harry if he wanted to learn how to refine chakra. This was something he had been pondering for a long time.

His new body clearly possessed the corresponding physical strength and mental power, so why couldn't he break through the shackles of a Genin?

According to the Book of Abraham, one must have a romantic relationship in order to break through the level of a low-level ninja.

Orochimaru didn't believe a single word of it.

He has his pride, and he also has his research experience.

Chakra is only related to a ninja's physical strength and mental power. Even for a Jinchuriki who serves as a vessel for a Tailed Beast, the vast amount of chakra they possess comes from the Tailed Beast's enhancement and modification of their physical body.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Practice, patience, suffering...

This is the only way for a ninja.

He has lived for fifty years, and everything he has experienced tells him this fact.

However, the current situation is special, and he has no other way to verify his conjecture except by using his own body to conduct experiments.

therefore……

He needs a control group for his practice, and a human body for his experiments.

Orochimaru slowly raised his head, looked at the eager Harry, and said in a deep voice:

"This is a human experiment, Jiraiya. Think it through before you tell me."

Harry was taken aback by Orochimaru's serious demeanor. Although he was young, he was not stupid.

Having suffered setbacks and abuse, Harry understands respect and trust far better than most people.

"Orochimaru, you didn't have to tell me this," Harry said, pointing with a smile at Orochimaru standing on the lake. "But you still told me."

"People are always prone to thinking they're so clever," Orochimaru replied, seemingly ignoring the question. "Give me your answer."

"Do you even need to ask?"

Harry stretched out his fist toward Orochimaru on the lake, his snow-white teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

"I absolutely must learn this, partner!"

Bang!

Their fists lightly touched.

Orochimaru lightly touched the surface of the lake with his toes, and his entire body flew into the air, landing behind Harry.

"Chakra is the name I gave to this power."

"Cool!" Harry whispered. "It sounds like a superhero's ability from a comic book."

I guess so.

Orochimaru didn't dwell on the name and spoke in an unusually serious tone.

"Generally speaking, chakra originates from a person's physical strength and mental power. They mix together to form yin and yang. This is chakra."

"What is Yin and Yang?" Harry asked honestly.

"Mix them in a 1:1 ratio, and that's chakra." Orochimaru was very experienced in teaching.

Harry nodded slowly upon hearing this, but then suddenly felt that something was amiss.

"What's next? How do I combine them? How do I extract the physical strength and mental power?"

Harry spoke, habitually using examples from his time in the wizarding world over the past few days as an analogy.

"For example, the Levitation Charm—Yugardim Leviosa." Harry waved his arms. "What spell do I need to use to extract chakra?"

Is this the wizards' fixed mindset?

Orochimaru was somewhat pleased with Harry's question. For a ninja from the ninja world like him, refining chakra was a natural thing, and he would never have thought of using incantations or anything like that.

Fortunately, I have extensive teaching experience.

Orochimaru looked up at the trees in the distance, tapped his toes on the ground, and leaped into the air, picking a leaf from the top of a tree.

Orochimaru held the leaf between his fingers and suspended it in front of Harry Potter.

"There are no incantations for chakra extraction; it only requires some meditation." Orochimaru placed the leaf in Harry's hand. "It can also be called the Chakra Extraction Technique."

"Specifically? How exactly do I do it?" Harry asked impatiently.

Orochimaru pointed to the leaf in Harry's hand.

"Pinch him between your index and middle fingers. When you feel that you have extracted physical strength and mental energy in a one-to-one ratio, drive them to your fingertips as if you were driving away a small snake."

As Orochimaru spoke, fearing that Harry might not understand, he picked up a leaf from the ground and channeled chakra between his two fingers.

"Like this."

Orochimaru spread his two fingers apart.

The two fingers, imbued with chakra, seemed to have glue on them, sticking the leaves to their tips.

"At first, it will be very short, but as you become more skilled at refining, the leaves will stay on your fingertips for longer and longer," Orochimaru patiently explained. "Once you can refine chakra to your fingertips at will and continue for a whole day, you will have mastered the basics of chakra refining."

This sounds a lot like magic!

Harry's eyes lit up, and he immediately closed them to try to sense it.

"The human body has 130 trillion cells, and the number of cells we can mobilize determines our physical strength. This depends on our daily training."

"The corresponding spiritual strength is our own determination. The more resilient and determined you are, the more spiritual strength you can draw upon."

Orochimaru then slowly walked to Harry's side and explained in as simple a way as possible:

"It's like uncovering the treasures within you. The human body holds endless mysteries; this is not some fantastical fantasy, but an undeniable truth."

As soon as Orochimaru finished speaking, Harry opened his eyes curiously.

He didn't extract chakra, but Orochimaru's explanation still gave Harry an idea.

This is a concept that only wizards from Muggle families would understand.

"Is this like Newton's three laws of motion? My teacher at school said it's materialism in philosophy."

Orochimaru listened to Harry's half-understood guess and slowly nodded.

"You understand perfectly, Jiraiya. I'll wake you up immediately if anything goes wrong."

"Just you wait, Orochimaru!"

Harry laughed loudly, closed his eyes, and began to refine chakra.

Time passed slowly as Harry refined his skills.

Orochimaru was not in a hurry.

In ninja academies, it typically takes a junior ninja several months to master the skills. Of course, this specifically refers to ninjas from commoner backgrounds.

Expecting Harry to master it in one night is really asking too much of him.

Fortunately, they still have plenty of time.

Orochimaru estimated that Harry should be able to skillfully extract chakra by Christmas.

With Harry as a control group, he will be able to better analyze the problems of this body, instead of pinning all his hopes on falling in love.

Orochimaru thought for a moment, then found a blue stone and sat down.

In fact, he has many more research projects to do. For someone who likes to explore the mysteries of the world through research, there will never be just one topic in his mind.

For example, changing one's own appearance.

The Transfiguration Technique and the Ninja Art: Transformation Technique taught by Professor McGonagall are two completely different things.

The former only requires thinking it through in your mind and then waving your wand.

The latter requires refining a certain amount of chakra, forming hand seals, and guiding the chakra throughout the body in order to successfully transform.

However, the transformation is different. Orochimaru noticed that the button Malfoy changed wouldn't revert to its original form even if touched.

The ability to transform will dissipate instantly if subjected to a fierce attack.

"Even though we're doing the same thing, the transformation always gives me a strange feeling."

Orochimaru squinted his pale yellow vertical pupils as he looked at Harry Potter, who was sitting on the lake refining chakra.

Just as Orochimaru was about to let Harry finish his training and prepare to return, Harry suddenly opened his eyes.

He excitedly waved his hand at Orochimaru.

"Orochimaru, I did it!"

Harry shouted, his hands covered in leaves.

Could Harry really be a genius?

Orochimaru flashed to Harry's side and looked at the leaf stuck to his finger.

The leaf was stuck on so firmly that it looked as if it had been glued on.

Orochimaru tried to pluck it off with his hands, but the leaf didn't budge at all.

"Orochimaru? Why are you frowning? Is there something wrong with the chakra I refined?" Harry asked疑惑地问道.

It's not right.

Orochimaru gently shook his head.

"Based on the amount of chakra you've refined so far, this leaf should fall with the slightest touch."

"But now..." Orochimaru looked at the leaf stuck to Harry's fingertip and sighed softly, "I feel like this is more like magic."

magic?

Harry frowned in confusion.

"Aren't both of these energy? Is there some difference?"

Instead of answering Harry's question directly, Orochimaru made the hand seals for the Transformation Jutsu towards Harry.

戌-亥-未!

"Try forming the hand seals, and then imagine what I look like in your mind."

"good!"

Harry spent some time trying to imitate Orochimaru's hand seals.

But his transformation technique didn't work at all.

"Why did it fail?" Harry asked curiously. "Did I fail to extract chakra?"

That's the problem.

Orochimaru looked at Harry with some delight, especially at the tips of his fingers that had just been stuck with leaves. He had a vague feeling that this was the way he could break free from the shackles of being a genin.

Just as Orochimaru was about to ask Harry about his experience with refining chakra, a familiar killing intent suddenly surged forth.

The direction is directly across the lake!

Orochimaru looked up abruptly and saw a dark red light shooting straight toward Harry.

The light came so fast that he could only kick Harry into the lake before he had time to dodge it.

Is this an ambush set up against me?

Orochimaru watched the figure on the opposite shore of the lake draw his magic wand and instinctively prepared to attack by walking on the water.

But when he looked down, he saw a tiny tear in his wizard's robe. The dark red light had grazed his skin.

Would he poison it?

The moment the thought crossed Orochimaru's mind, his face turned deathly pale.

An indescribable pain erupted within him like a torrent, instantly causing his back to be covered in cold sweat.

The pain was like being slowly sliced ​​to death, enough to drive a person to madness.

fortunately……

Orochimaru had conducted human experiments on himself, so he felt he could handle the pain.

Then, under the moonlight, Orochimaru slowly straightened up and calmly watched the figure on the opposite shore of the lake as if nothing had happened.

Even now, Orochimaru still can't see the person's face clearly.

No, to be precise, the enemy who had just ambushed him and Harry was facing away from them.

The attacker, whose back was to Orochimaru, was utterly shocked.

He couldn't believe that anyone in this world could withstand a piercing blow to the bone and remain completely unharmed.

"Are you sure you just hit him, Quirrell?"

"I'm sure, Master, I'm sure!" Professor Quirrell replied, trembling. "Please let me kill him, to prove it to you!"