Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 38 The Kitten Exuding a Killer Aura

tread!

Orochimaru ran at the maximum speed of his new body along the shore of the Black Lake next to Hogwarts Castle.

This is Orochimaru's first day at Hogwarts, and he hopes everything goes smoothly.

As he ran, Orochimaru relived the scene he had witnessed the previous night.

First and foremost is the vast Black Lake.

The Black Lake seen during the day is different from the Black Lake seen at night. During the day, the lake surface is calmer and gentler, leaving no trace of magic.

It's interesting.

Orochimaru paused, slowly gathering chakra in the soles of his feet, bent his knees, and then leaped into the air.

Walking on water is a required course for ninjas to control chakra.

But for Orochimaru, a ninja who once reached the level of a Kage, walking on water was a way for him to check his level of chakra control.

Orochimaru, running wildly across the water, half-closed his pale yellow snake eyes, feeling the ground beneath his feet becoming increasingly flat.

The level of obedience of the chakra within him has now reached 90% of that in his previous life.

It could be said that, if you disregard the amount of chakra in his body, he was already at the level of an elite Jonin of Konoha.

Orochimaru drew an almost exaggerated splash on the lake's surface and rushed towards the north shore of Black Lake.

According to Dumbledore's remarks at the welcoming dinner yesterday, the wide woods on the north bank are called the Forbidden Forest and have always been off-limits to students.

but……

The fact that students are prohibited from entering proves that it is an excellent training ground.

Orochimaru suddenly increased his speed, so much so that he became a blur, shooting towards the Forbidden Forest like an arrow.

When he reached the lake, he stomped his feet, soared into the air, and landed on the north shore of Black Lake.

There was a small hunting cabin on the north bank. Even though it was some distance away, Orochimaru could still hear the snoring coming from inside the cabin.

He didn't disturb them, but his steps became even softer.

For ninjas, infiltration is already an instinct, let alone for a ninja of Orochimaru's caliber.

When he stepped onto the tall tree trunks of the Forbidden Forest and entered the dark and sunless forest, the hunting dogs at the entrance of the hunting lodge were not awakened. Everything was so quiet, just like Hogwarts, which was still fast asleep.

This is a good place to sort out your own situation.

Orochimaru hung upside down on the tree trunk, took out the Book of Abraham from his pocket, and watched as the coin-sized book slowly expanded until it was the size of his own palm.

Orochimaru squinted, waiting for the words on the page to appear.

He learned some of Salazar Slytherin's secrets from the Sorting Hat yesterday, from which the ancient wizard had instructed him to open its secret chamber.

This was the first step in Salazar Slytherin's self-test.

Orochimaru was not prepared to implement it immediately; as a seasoned ninja, he remained vigilant about everything.

Therefore, the best way to verify this is by using the Book of Abraham, the book of the Jews.

only……

"Child, don't trust other paths, please try to experience love!"

Looking at the answer displayed on the page, Orochimaru's lips twitched. He then shrank it back to the size of a coin and put it in his pocket.

Unless he has no other choice, Orochimaru will never fall in love.

This is not only ridiculous, but also extremely foolish.

Most importantly, Orochimaru couldn't imagine that anyone in this world would love him unconditionally.

Humans can never imagine the unknown.

Orochimaru pulled himself back to reality and, following the usual procedures for ninja missions, outlined his next steps:

First, you must try to master magic and see if you can combine it with ninjutsu. At any time, having sufficient power is always the right thing to do.

Secondly, he should search Hogwarts as much as possible to find the Chamber of Secrets, the first task Salazar Slytherin had given him.

At last……

Orochimaru sighed regretfully.

He originally thought that if possible, it would be best to dissect a few corpses and conduct a human experiment to see if there was any difference between the people in this world and the ninja world.

But I'm afraid this last thing can't be done at Hogwarts.

Not to mention whether he could do it under the watchful eye of Dumbledore, who was comparable to a wizarding god.

Even if one succeeds, without a clear research direction, dissecting corpses and conducting human experiments becomes more like a hobby.

Thinking this through, Orochimaru crossed out the last point and set a new goal for himself.

Finally, weave an unbreakable network of relationships within Slytherin House and recruit as many subordinates as possible.

Just as Orochimaru nodded in satisfaction at these three points, he suddenly sensed a killing intent emanating from the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

This killing intent wasn't directed at him; rather, it was like a ninja who had experienced killing and was struggling to maintain his true nature, like a kitten recklessly exhaling its killing intent.

He was at most a Chunin, and the number of people he killed was definitely no more than a hundred.

Orochimaru gave a cold assessment, then smiled sinisterly.

He reached behind his waist and pulled out the chef's knife. With a light tap of his finger on the hilt, the blade began to spin in mid-air.

A memory from the past resurfaced in Orochimaru's mind.

That was the first time he had used the Shakugan no Shadow Clone Technique under the tutelage of Sarutobi-sensei. Upon seeing this, Jiraiya also used his self-created ninjutsu—

The technique of throwing all the swords in one's hand outwards.

Looking back now, it was almost fifty years ago.

Orochimaru sighed deeply and suddenly raised his right hand.

The chef's knife flew through the air!

Orochimaru, hanging upside down in the tree, didn't wait long. His hands flew through the air like butterflies flitting among flowers, instantly forming hand seals!

Chou – Xu – Chen – Zi – Xu – Hai – Si – Yin!

The Sword Shadow Clone Technique!

The chef's knife instantly split into dozens of identical figures, colliding with each other in mid-air. They first gathered in the air, then scattered like fireworks, all rushing towards the source of the killing intent.

After doing all this, Orochimaru didn't even check the result before lightly touching the tree trunk with his toe and drifting away.

He just wanted to give that murderous-looking kitten an interesting gift.

A new day should naturally bring a new look, shouldn't it?

After Orochimaru had gone far away, a figure slowly emerged.

The man wore an enormous scarf that completely covered the back of his head. His features were delicate and fragile, as if he were about to cry at any moment.

No, to be precise, he really cried at that moment.

"Master, I tried my best, but there were just too many magic throwing knives."

Professor Quirrell looked down at his bleeding calf and said tremblingly, "If the Dark Lord weren't sitting on the back of my head, I'd want to leave Hogwarts right now."

Who could believe that on his very first day at Hogwarts, just as he was scouting the Forbidden Forest, he was attacked and ambushed?

"Master, could it be that Dumbledore has discovered us?" Professor Quirrell pleaded with Voldemort, his voice almost breaking with tears. "Should we just give up?"

"Did you see that person clearly?" Voldemort, utterly merciless, exuded his most terrifying killing intent as he threatened Quirrell. "Was that a Hogwarts student?"

"Master, I didn't see it clearly..." Professor Quirrell frowned. "He has disappeared, as if he used Apparition."

Using Apparition at Hogwarts...

Could it really be Dumbledore?

Voldemort couldn't imagine that there was another person in the world who could use such magic at Hogwarts.

As for the possibility of Voldemort simply relying on his physical body to vanish instantly before Quirrell could even observe, he didn't even bother to consider it.

Wizards fight not with magic, but with their physical bodies. How could such an absurd thing exist in the world?

"Be careful, don't give yourself away." Voldemort's voice slowly came from behind Quirrell's head. "Don't test Harry Potter yet."

"Then what should I do?" Professor Quirrell couldn't help but ask.

"Go and check on that Slytherin heir for me," Voldemort's voice turned icy. "A first-year student is not worthy of that title."

Yes, I'm not qualified.

Quirrell knew without asking what Voldemort hated.

After all, even the Dark Lord was never declared a successor by Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago when he entered the academy.

What merit does that kid named Slack Anguiz have to receive such an honor?