Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 44 Gryffindor and Slytherin have always been irreconcilable enemies.

The two days at Hogwarts were like a dream for Harry Potter.

Here, there are no classmates who look down on you and bully you all the time, no aunts and uncles who make you eat leftovers, and no loneliness of having nowhere to belong in this vast world.

Every time he wakes up in bed, he subconsciously pats his face to make sure it's not a dream.

If there was anything he regretted about all of this, it was that he hadn't spoken to Orochimaru since the division of the academy.

Initially, it was because the two were separated by the long table between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so his words couldn't reach Orochimaru's ears.

But later on...

"Harry, we are Gryffindors, and we are naturally at odds with Slytherins."

Ron Weasley rubbed his eyes and comforted Harry.

"How about we play a game of Wizard Chess? Playing chess can help you forget all your troubles!"

Harry shook his head slightly, got up and walked to the small desk.

His desk was right next to the fireplace, and even if no one watched the fire all night, the firewood in the fireplace would not go out, as if countless unseen elves were taking care of him and his Hogwarts students.

A magical world!

Harry was grateful to have entered this world, but when he looked down at the homework on the table, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

There's just too much homework!

In Charms class, Professor Flitwick only taught one Levitation Charm, and after practicing with Ron all night, he hadn't made any progress. Plus, he still had to write a paper on the Levitation Charm.

In herbalism class, Professor Sprout asked everyone to grow biting cabbage, but his own biting cabbage completely devoured the pot. To make matters worse, he also had to write a botanical analysis paper on biting cabbage when he got back.

Both classes were in the morning; the former was with Hufflepuff students, and the latter with Ravenclaw students.

Harry thought back on it, but felt a little regretful.

Because yesterday afternoon, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, which all of Gryffindor was eagerly anticipating, was temporarily suspended.

Professor Quirrell injured his thigh and had to take a week off to recover.

Their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class not only didn't use wands, but there wasn't even a teacher present.

The textbooks were all they had to do all afternoon. But because of that, they didn't have any homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Harry didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"No homework is always better," Ron Weasley said, getting up and peeking at Harry's completed work. "You wrote six inches? Can I copy some of it later?"

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Harry handed him the parchment.

Ron didn't offer any thanks, but went straight back to his seat and buried himself in writing.

He was only halfway through writing when he suddenly looked up at Harry.

"Harry, we have two Potions classes this morning!"

"I know."

Harry was taken aback by Ron's horrified expression.

To be honest, he was really looking forward to Potions class.

It is said that the professor will only teach them some basic potion-making knowledge at the beginning, and then let the students brew potions at their own pace.

This would give him ample time to go find Orochimaru.

He couldn't wait to talk to his partner about life at Hogwarts.

But Harry's thought was shattered by a slap from Ron.

"That means taking classes with Slytherins! And the teacher is Snape."

As Ron spoke, he glanced to his left and right, then deliberately lowered his voice to add to the story.

"George and Fred both say that Snape is a snotty slut who's jealous of Gryffindor. Even if we haven't done anything wrong, he'll find a way to deduct points from Gryffindor."

Is that really so exaggerated?

Harry was taken aback by Ron's words, and he instinctively wanted to refute them.

After all, since entering the wizarding world, Harry had never encountered anyone who showed him any malice.

The professors, the students, and even the bar patrons were all good people; they spoke kindly and were gentle with me.

"Ron, your brother and the others aren't always right," Harry retorted, pulling out his Potions book. "I think Professor Snape just doesn't pay attention to his personal hygiene, but he's actually a very good professor."

"Are you sure, Harry?"

Ron Weasley instinctively waved in front of Harry to make sure his roommate wasn't possessed by some random ghost.

Harry was a little unsure, but in his opinion, Potions class was at least a good place to talk to Orochimaru...

No?

no.

In Potions class, Harry discovered for the first time that the wizarding world also had the same malice as the Muggle world.

A bad person is a bad person no matter where they are.

Really.

"Mr. Potter, how can you, with an empty mind, put on this act of being a savior?"

Professor Snape looked down at Harry Potter with his large, frighteningly hooked nose.

Harry instinctively avoided Snape's large, hooked nose.

"Look at me, Potter! Tell me why!"

Professor Snape's tone intensified, and even a deaf person could feel the coldness in his words.

"Professor," Harry's voice suddenly hardened, "if Voldemort hadn't killed my parents, I wouldn't be like this now!"

Harry Potter did not back down an inch.

It must be said, he truly deserved to be sorted into Gryffindor. The bravery of the people in that house is entirely different from that of Slytherin.

The former, relying solely on a surge of passion, is able to unleash a breathtaking display of courage.

The latter, on the other hand, requires multiple rounds of meticulous calculations before making a desperate choice.

Orochimaru watched Harry and Snape's first duel from beginning to end, seeing Harry get a full ten points deducted by Snape, witnessing the Slytherins mocking Harry, and the Gryffindors cheering for Harry.

The animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin is not about Quidditch matches or the House Cup scores that are meant to fool children.

In Orochimaru's view, this was more like a clash between two ways of thinking, or even, to exaggerate a bit...

Gryffindor and Slytherin are like creatures that both have human appearances but are completely different species.

Orochimaru calmly watched Harry, who was surrounded by Gryffindor students, whether intentionally or unintentionally, as he brewed the potion.

They were doing everything they could to help Harry, and some even put the cut ingredients they had prepared into Harry's cauldron when Snape was out of sight.

As for myself...

"Professor, why are you always standing by my side?" Orochimaru looked up and asked curiously.

"Continue with your steps and don't ask any more questions," Snape said calmly.

Orochimaru shook his head, deliberately not revealing Snape's carefully concealed calm, and continued preparing the Water of Life and Death.

The Water of Life and Death is also a sleeping potion, and the two magical ingredients used in it are the same narcissus root powder and wormwood infusion that Snape asked Harry about earlier.

Orochimaru felt exceptionally adept at concocting potions. Even under Snape's watchful gaze, he never made a single mistake.

Snape's voice rang in Orochimaru's ears again only after the bright green potion of life and death was prepared.

"Slytherin gets ten points, because Mr. Anguilloché has concocted the perfect potion of life and death." Snape said, then gave Orochimaru a new task: "Go and teach other students, such as Mr. Potter from Gryffindor, how to properly concoct potions."

No sooner had Snape finished speaking than a reply came from Harry.

A group of Gryffindors surrounded him, responding loudly:

"Professor, Harry's done too! Even better than Slack's!"

Upon hearing this, Snape's face visibly darkened. His billowing black robes came to a complete stop beside Orochimaru, and he did not move another step toward Gryffindor.

Orochimaru naturally had no reason to go to Harry's side in front of everyone and teach him how to concoct the Water of Life and Death.

The irreconcilable conflict between Gryffindor and Slytherin was vividly displayed at this moment.

Even in Potions class where wands aren't used, the two sides seem to want to kill each other with their eyes.

Orochimaru calmly observed the helplessness in Harry's eyes and gently shook his head at him.

After Potions class ended, Harry was about to head towards Orochimaru when he found two walls of people standing in front of him.

One Gryffindor, one Slytherin.

Write to me!

Harry tried his best to mouth the words to Orochimaru, but as soon as he made the gesture, Snape stepped between them, completely blocking their path.

"Don't write letters, you know what I mean."

Snape whispered in Orochimaru's ear, and without waiting for Orochimaru's reply, he left on his own.

Dumbledore never gave an explicit order, but the students and professors of Hogwarts were all subconsciously carrying out his will.

They will stop at nothing to keep Harry and Slack apart.

When Orochimaru returned to his dorm room, his usual snoring filled the room.

Malfoy slept soundly, even though he hadn't gotten a chance to make a few sarcastic remarks about Potter all day.

Because he realized it was unnecessary; the friendship between Harry Potter and Slack Anguill was definitely not going to continue!

This is Slytherin and Gryffindor!

Gore and Crabbe, however, were completely oblivious to this. They could sleep soundly as long as they ate their fill each day.

As for Orochimaru, he opened his eyes in the darkness and touched the small white snake on his wrist.

A very faint hissing sound rang out in the dormitory room filled with snoring.

The sound was so soft that no one in the entire Hogwarts noticed it.