NABC Chapter 66 Slack, a Gryffindor is confessing his love to you!
Chapter 66 Slack, a Gryffindor is confessing his love to you!
Chapter 66 Slack, a Gryffindor is confessing his love to you!
Harry stared blankly at Orochimaru and Malfoy, watching them get surrounded by the Slytherin crowd and drift further and further away from him.
He wanted to say something to Orochimaru, but Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had already stood between them, completely blocking their view, like a thick barrier separating them into two different worlds.
"Harry! Let's go back!"
Ron exclaimed excitedly, patting Harry on the shoulder.
He had always been wary of Slytherin, thinking that given enough time, Harry would inevitably be tempted by that Slytherin.
But now—
The already deep-seated grudges between Gryffindor and Slytherin deepened because of this conflict, especially among the first-year students.
So even though he was struck in the chest by Malfoy's elbow, his face was still full of smiles, and even his tone became lighthearted.
"Harry, we can go to the Quidditch pitch and watch my brothers practice! They're all excellent hitters!"
As Ron dragged Harry toward the Quidditch pitch, he went on and on: "And now that the Gryffindor Seekers have graduated, the Seeker selections are about to begin."
The more Ron spoke, the more his expression became varied.
"Harry, do you know the Seeker? He's the one who can decide the outcome of the whole game. If he catches that Golden Snitch, he'll add a full 150 points to the team!"
Harry watched Ron gesticulating wildly, but the memory of Orochimaru taking him to the prize room last night flashed through his mind.
There, he saw his father James Porter's name for the first time, and saw the glory engraved on the trophy.
It was clearly just last night, but for some reason, when Harry thought about it, it felt like it happened a long time ago.
Harry's mood plummeted at the thought.
He shook his head slightly at Ron's enthusiastic expression, decisively refusing the offer.
"I still have three inches of paper to write, maybe next time!"
With that, Harry turned and walked toward the Gryffindor common room.
Compared to other students, Harry's steps were heavier, and with each step he took, the image of Orochimaru's gaze upon him would appear in his mind.
He felt that Orochimaru was still treating him the same as before, but Harry wasn't sure, because Malfoy's face always seemed to be a barrier between him and Orochimaru, which he disliked immensely.
When Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room alone, the fire in the fireplace was burning slowly.
Unlike other houses, for the naturally active Gryffindors, spending the weekend doing homework in the common room is practically a punishment comparable to breaking their wands!
Harry looked around and found that the common room was nearly empty, with only a few older students he didn't recognize sitting by the window playing a game called Gobblestone.
Harry had heard Ron mention that the game involved spraying foul-smelling liquid in the face of the loser.
He observed from afar, feeling like a complete loser.
Everything went so smoothly last night, so why did I impulsively agree to Professor McGonagall's request?
He even suspected that if Orochimaru had been there, he would have stopped it, preventing him from ending up in this situation.
Harry grew increasingly upset, and even his steps became unsteady. He turned around and knocked a thick book to the ground.
Bang!
The book was slammed on the ground, revealing its cover: "Hogwarts: A History of the School".
How could anyone read such a boring book?
Harry grinned and instinctively looked at the book's owner.
Hermione Granger was staring at Harry Potter with her eyes wide open and breathing on him.
"Harry, you knocked my book over and then you look at me like I'm an idiot?" Hermione said angrily. "Don't you want to know the history of the school?"
"Forehead----"
Harry gave an awkward smile and picked up the book.
He absolutely does not want to know the school's history unless absolutely necessary.
Harry's expression immediately changed, which only made Hermione more displeased. She picked up the book and lectured Harry, "Hogwarts is a renowned school in the entire wizarding world, and therefore its history is deeply intertwined with that of the wizarding world."
"So what?" Harry wondered, feeling agitated.
"That would be really helpful for our History of Magic class on Monday mornings! The best way to learn history is to draw inferences from one instance to another, you know?"
Hermione said with exasperation.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she saw Harry's absent-minded expression, which made her even more curious.
"Where's Ron who's next to you?"
"He went to watch the Quidditch qualifying tournament."
"Then why did you come back?" Hermione looked at Harry with suspicion. As far as she knew, Harry had been inseparable from Ron these past few days. "Did you two have a fight?"
It's not a contradiction.
However, he was pushed by Ron and had no choice but to stand on the opposite side of Orochimaru.
Harry found the idea utterly absurd; he and Orochimaru had teamed up against an enemy just the night before, yet they were forced to argue the very next day.
What's even more infuriating is that he currently has no way to explain things to Orochimaru!
How could a Gryffindor like him possibly pass a message to Slytherin, when he doesn't even have a snake?
Harry thought dejectedly, then looked up and saw Hermione sitting in front of him.
"What do you want me to do?"
Hermione was taken aback by Harry's gaze and instinctively became wary.
In contrast to the secluded Gryffindor common room where the wary Hermione stayed, the Slytherin common room was much more lively.
The older Slytherins practically wanted to kill Orochimaru and Malfoy with their eyes. No, to be more precise, Malfoy had replaced Orochimaru and become the most hated Slytherin.
Because in the recent conflict, he hijacked the entire house, forcing the entire Slytherin House to endorse Slyck Anguill.
What was supposed to be a leisurely affair, something to be watched from the sidelines with a clear conscience, has now turned into a gamble with the reputation of the entire Slytherin family.
"Slack Anguis, while there's still time, you'd better tell us exactly what happened last night."
Did you actually defeat Professor Quirrell?
The upperclassmen of Slytherin practically spat out those words, and Orochimaru couldn't help but chuckle at their need for help.
He didn't answer. Instead, under the watchful eyes of the Slytherin seniors, he slowly walked through the entire Slytherin common room and returned to his own dormitory.
Unlike the warm and sweltering bedrooms of Gryffindor in the tower, the Slytherins' bedrooms were always dark and damp.
Orochimaru, on the other hand, quite liked this environment. He sat calmly on the bed, recalling the details he had found in his mind.
For ninjas, no detail of information can be overlooked.
A single expression, a single word, or even a barely perceptible gesture can affect countless lives.
For Orochimaru at this moment, he had indeed discovered something interesting.
The school's professors were subtly creating a rift between themselves and Harry; their methods weren't sophisticated, but they were effective enough.
But the key lies in their purpose.
There are many ways to prevent themselves from "corrupting" Harry; there's no need to be so rigid. It's as if they're worried that being with Harry will slow down his growth.
In a split second, Orochimaru's smile grew even wider.
Behind the most concealed purpose lies the most precious treasure.
He suddenly became interested in staging a falling out with Harry to see what secrets those professors were hiding.
only----
Orochimaru glanced at Malfoy standing beside him and gently shook his head.
Malfoy is too young; he might not be able to perform his spy duties well and convey his ideas to Harry O.
As for the little snake Yennefer in his arms, although he and Harry could communicate through Parseltongue, they could use it as a medium to communicate.
However, a snake's brain capacity is ultimately limited, and it cannot fully transmit messages that are too detailed.
He couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
If only there were a double agent like Kabuto, who would be both reliable and efficient, with almost no flaws except for a lack of loyalty.
Just as Orochimaru was thinking this, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the doorway.
Before Orochimaru could speak, Malfoy opened the door and looked at the person who had entered.
She was a girl with a face like a poodle and a large, frightening upturned nose.
She seemed to know Malfoy; without even saying hello, she walked straight into the boys' dormitory and headed straight for Orochimaru.
"You must be Slyke Angus! The whole of Hogwarts is talking about you right now!"
The girl didn't even bother to introduce herself, acting as if she was just there to deliver a message.
"I don't know what's so charming about you that a Gryffindor girl wants to meet you in the library."
As the girl spoke, a cold smile appeared on her lips.
"I bet some mud-slicker is trying to confess their feelings to you. Do you mind if I call some people to go and have some fun?"
"mind."
Orochimaru said succinctly, then stood up and left leisurely.
Although he did not know the name of the Gryffindor girl, he already had a definite guess in his mind.
Jiraiya, we really do have great chemistry.
Orochimaru leisurely closed the door and headed towards the Hogwarts library.