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Chapter 82 Orochimaru's Room of Requirement
Chapter 82 Orochimaru's Room of Requirement (Second update of 10,000 words per day)
Orochimaru gently closed the door to Quirrell's office, his steps light and unhurried. He even had time to check on Filch, who was fast asleep in the storeroom.
His physical body had indeed improved; with the same casual wave of his hand, Filch slept for far longer than "Dad" did.
This is a welcome improvement.
If there were no problems with his physical body, he would definitely have the chakra of a Chunin by now.
Orochimaru felt a little regretful, but he always knew—
Whether it's research or spiritual practice, it will never be smooth sailing.
There are always many difficulties and challenges ahead, tormenting one's mindset and mocking one's efforts.
Many people will give up, will collapse on the night before the experiment succeeds, and then regret it for the rest of their lives.
However, he felt he could handle it.
Orochimaru climbed the steps and headed towards the location where Filch had planned to end his transformation, as he had previously discussed with him.
Filch once said that on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, there was a tapestry depicting a troll beating Barnabas with a club.
Opposite this tapestry is a little-known spare tool shed.
Although the room is very small, the way to enter is extremely special, and generally no one will disturb you.
Orochimaru didn't seem to care much about the size of the room.
He just wanted a way to hide and get through the awkward moment when the compound decoction failed.
Otherwise, it would be too shocking for Professor Quirrell to become Slack, a student, in front of everyone.
Orochimaru thought about it while recalling the path.
A moment later, he arrived on the eighth floor.
Orochimaru finally understood why the giant monster had to beat up Banaba.
The trolls in this tapestry have all been deceived by Barnabas, dressed in enchanted ballet costumes, and forced to dance a ballet that never ends.
As the instigator of all this, Barnabas did not get everything he wanted.
All he received was the troll's hatred.
They used sticks and thigh bones as weapons, beating Barnabas while performing ballet.
It was brutal, but Barnabas deserved it.
"Using deception to achieve one's goals," Orochimaru said sarcastically, glancing at the tapestry. "That's such a low-level tactic."
As he thought this, he looked at the wall opposite the tapestry.
The wall was cold and dark, just like any other wall in Hogwarts.
Orochimaru decided to trust Filch's words; that administrator, who was used to fawning over professors, had no reason to deceive him.
"Concentrate and think about the spare tool room I'm about to enter."
Orochimaru walked up to the wall and subconsciously reached out to gently touch it.
He was curious as to why the magical wall was so calm at this moment.
But that's not the point.
Next, I need to pass over this wall three times at a constant speed, just like usual.
Orochimaru paced back and forth three times in a row.
When the third time ended, the wall suddenly melted away, revealing a door—
A wooden paper door appeared.
This wooden paper door is a light green door with a wooden frame and paper doors, and it looks like the house where Orochimaru lived when he was in Konoha.
Good taste.
Orochimaru gave a sinister smile and gently pulled to the left and right.
Whoosh!
The paper door slid open, and Orochimaru entered with his head held high.
As he entered, the paper door vanished abruptly, and the walls returned to their previous state, as if no one had ever been there.
But----
Orochimaru looked at the room that was now in front of him and felt a sense of surprise for the first time.
The magical world is truly full of inexplicable things.
If he hadn't been certain that he wasn't under an illusion, he probably would have left this strange place immediately.
This room not only clashes with the style of Hogwarts, but also looks exactly like the room I lived in when I was a Jonin.
"You spent so much money to buy a mansion, but you don't put any furniture in it?"
"Orochimaru, you're wasting money."
When Jiraiya arrived at his new, impoverished home, he couldn't help but complain.
How did I answer him?
"Everything a ninja does is intelligence; the furnishings in your home should be kept as simple as possible so that no one can find your weaknesses."
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"Of course, the fact that your home is filled with obscene books can also interfere with a spy's judgment."
As for Jiraiya, his expression at that time was ferocious.
"Those are writing materials, materials! They're definitely not anything obscene! Orochimaru!"
It's a pity we'll never see your writing materials and masterpieces again, my old friend.
Orochimaru, lost in thought, looked around the bare tool shed, which showed no signs of renovation.
Several kunai were hung on the wall.
These kunai are likely weapons infused with chakra steel; they are exceptionally sharp and clearly expensive.
Beneath these kunai were three piles of ninja tools.
A bunch of them are shuriken. They are in good condition, oiled, and show no signs of rust.
The other pile contained talisman paper used to make detonating talismans.
These talismans are in very good condition; given enough explosives, they could be turned into deadly weapons.
As for the last pile—
These are the standard vests worn by Konoha Jonin, along with some Wu-style clothing that he likes to wear in his daily life.
Even the color is her favorite white.
Orochimaru looked at them one by one, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
This room is so similar to the ninja quarters in my old home.
Wait a minute —
Orochimaru suddenly strode forward and ran towards the kunai in the very center of the wall.
He raised his hand and gently pressed down on the kunai, which immediately dented into the wall.
A small niche appeared there.
"Even in this respect, they're the same?"
Upon seeing this, Orochimaru felt no joy, but rather a heightened sense of vigilance.
The fact that this room could read his thoughts made him feel extremely dangerous and uneasy.
I must not underestimate the wizarding world.
After all, these spells are just too inexplicable.
Orochimaru gathered his thoughts, reached into the alcove, and took out the small box hidden inside.
This simple, antique-style box is made of ebony, which is ideal for snakes to thrive in.
This is also the box he uses to store medicine.
Upon opening the small box, a familiar aroma wafted out.
Orochimaru couldn't help but smirk as he took out the medicines one by one.
These ten sweet-tasting pills are called Soldier's Rations Pills. They can instantly replenish a genin's chakra by one-third and even have a slight boosting effect on their spirits.
But if I'm not mistaken, this really is where I store spare ninja tools, then in the hidden compartment of this small box—
Orochimaru poured out all the soldier's rations, then squeezed them with a slight pressure of his thumb.
The bottom of the box was cracked, revealing the inner layers.
Three small pills of different colors lay quietly in the interlayer, as if waiting for their long-lost owner.
They were all packed in small, transparent medicine boxes, separated in the middle.
The first pill was green in color, just like freshly picked spinach.
Its name is indeed Spinach Ball.
The second pill was yellowish in color and had a faint curry smell that could be detected from a distance.
Its name is indeed curry balls.
As for the last pill, it was completely crimson red. Even just looking at it made his eyes sting, like being burned by chili peppers.
"They even have chili pepper balls." Orochimaru pursed his lips, lost in thought. "Is this really Konoha—?"
"No, it's definitely not my home in Konoha. Because when I defected, my destitute mansion had already been ransacked by Konoha's Anbu and then burned to the ground."
Orochimaru murmured to himself, becoming increasingly curious about the magical world.
Could it be that in this wizarding world, there exists a way to travel through time and retrieve things that have disappeared into the river of time?
Or is this room a real illusion?
Orochimaru looked down at the three-colored pill in his hand and gently shook his head.
These pills were a gift from Danzo, the leader of the Root organization, when they first met.
This is a secret medicine made by Akimichi Torifu himself.
The first spinach pill can increase one's athletic potential by 30%, or even generate three times the strength.
The only price to pay is soreness all over the body, making it an unconditional Eight Gates technique.
The second one can instantly replenish all energy deficits and sustain them for ten minutes. However, the cost is complete exhaustion afterward.
As for the last one, it's a chili pepper ball.
"Eating it will kill you."
Orochimaru smiled sinisterly and stuffed all three pills into his robes.
While waiting, he selected a kunai infused with chakra steel, ten well-maintained shuriken, and even twenty blank explosive tags.
Once his body returned to its original form as a little wizard, Orochimaru grabbed a small handful of soldier pills.
If he hadn't misjudged the timing, it was now precisely the moment when his shadow clone could no longer be maintained and would suddenly disappear.
Bang!
A very faint cracking sound came from the air.
Chakra and memories surged through the bricks and stones of Hogwarts Castle, rushing towards Orochimaru, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon.
The reason why the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique was listed as a forbidden technique by the Third Hokage was because of its huge flaws.
There is a limit to the fatigue the human body can withstand.
Once the limit is exceeded, the body and mind will instantly stop, which simply means falling into a coma.
This is the body's self-protection mechanism.
Even if one uses a forbidden technique like the Eight Gates Formation, or even opens seven or eight gates, one can still clearly understand one's own condition.
According to his later human experiments, when the Eight Gates are used at full power, the user can even feel the loss of their own life force and know the moment of their death.
But the Multiple Shadow Clone Technique won't work.
The fatigue and memories accumulated by a shadow clone will only return to the original body after the clone disappears.
If the original body was already very tired, then the accumulated fatigue could very well exceed the limits of the human body in an instant.
in short----
It means it won't give the caster any chance to react, and will exhaust them to death.
This situation is common for genin, somewhat dangerous for chunin, and for jonin, only a few ninjas like Kakashi who neglect training can't withstand it.
But he's just a genin right now, and in order to obtain enough chakra, he even used the Eight Gates Technique in advance, opening two gates.
in other words----
Two seconds!
Orochimaru quickly estimated the time, then raised his hand and stuffed a soldier's ration pill into his mouth.
The extreme physical exhaustion suddenly washed over him like a tidal wave, instantly wiping out the chakra brought by the soldier's ration pills.
"Not bad, I didn't fall into a coma as I had imagined."
Orochimaru sighed leisurely, then casually took out a soldier's ration pill and tossed it into his mouth like a snack.
Both physical strength and chakra are being slowly replenished.
The mental fatigue was not as severe as he had imagined, and it was precisely because of this that Orochimaru had the opportunity to sort out the information brought back by his shadow clones.
Just now in the office, my attention was focused on Professor Snape, and I was unaware of the ins and outs of the conflict between Harry and Malfoy.
Now he was ready to take a good look at what kind of conflict had occurred between the two people he had given code names to.
Orochimaru casually picked up two soldier pills, put them in his mouth, and then slowly closed his eyes.
"Huh? How come I'm involved in this?"
Orochimaru was slightly startled.