Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 21 Mr. Harry Potter in the Passenger Seat of the Maybach

When Uncle Vernon heard the name Harry, he trembled nervously as if he had been electrocuted.

He instinctively gripped the double-barreled shotgun slung across his back.

He wanted to shoot, but he was too afraid to.

Because if a giant were standing in front of Uncle Vernon, he would have ample legal grounds to explain that he was acting in self-defense.

But now...

Standing in front of me is just a child!

Uncle Vernon stared in horror at Orochimaru, who had waved Harry back. His thick lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Orochimaru leisurely watched Uncle Vernon, who was at a loss for what to do, and involuntarily stuck out his tongue to lightly lick the corner of his mouth.

"Harry's uncle, the murderous aura around you is too weak. Is it because you've never killed anyone?"

Da da da da...

This wasn't Uncle Vernon's answer, but rather Aunt Penny's, who was standing beside him.

Although she had tried her best to hide behind her husband, the murderous intent emanating from Orochimaru still made her teeth chatter.

"Get out! Get out of my house!"

Uncle Vernon suddenly raised his shotgun in front of him, trying to force Orochimaru back with the cold, black muzzle.

However, in the eyes of the seasoned Orochimaru, his speed was still too slow.

Although his courage is commendable.

Orochimaru, who had already slid to Uncle Vernon's side, reached out and lightly tapped Uncle Vernon's wrist.

Uncle Vernon's originally strong and thick hands loosened their grip on the double-barreled shotgun as if he had been electrocuted.

Before the shotgun even hit the ground, Orochimaru drew a kitchen knife from behind him and sliced ​​it in two in mid-air.

Having done all this, Orochimaru nimbly dodged Uncle Vernon's bear-like attack, stepped on his shoulder, and leaped lightly into the air.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny didn't even realize what was happening.

They only felt a blur before their eyes, and then the double-barreled shotgun that could take lives was reduced to two pieces of scrap metal.

This is the way ninjas fight. They excel at taking the enemy's life in the blink of an eye, and Orochimaru is especially adept at it.

I just don't know what the wizard's fighting style is like.

Orochimaru felt a little regretful. He only had the physical strength and chakra reserves of a genin, so he was afraid it would be difficult for him to fight a proper battle without any restraint.

tread!

The moment his feet touched the windowsill, Orochimaru snapped out of his reverie.

He calmly looked at Harry Potter, who was standing behind the window with an expectant expression, his hands flying through the air, forming three hand seals in the blink of an eye.

Si-xu-yin!

Earth Escape·Earth Flow Wall!

Orochimaru gathered chakra in his hands and then slammed them heavily against the outer wall of Harry's bedroom.

The original brick and stone exterior wall instantly collapsed like melted chocolate, like a rain of mud.

Harry, who was inside the house, was stunned by what he saw.

"Don't just stand there."

Orochimaru turned and pointed to the black sedan parked in front of the Dursleys' house.

Harry looked in the direction Orochimaru was pointing at the black Mercedes-Maybach that Orochimaru had driven.

"What do I do?" Harry swallowed hard and asked instinctively.

"Jump over," Orochimaru's answer was concise and clear, "and then fasten your seatbelt."

Harry didn't hesitate any longer. He looked down at the distance between the second and first floors, took a few steps back, and then ran as fast as he could with all his might.

As he ran, he recalled Orochimaru's movements.

Orochimaru's movements as he climbed to the second floor were light and agile, like a serpent coiling up a tree trunk.

I'm sure I can do it too.

While flying in mid-air, Harry almost instinctively hooked his hand onto a street lamp a little further away. Then, using the reaction force, he gripped the lamp with both hands and squatted on the lamp post like a monkey.

After judging the distance between himself and the black car, Harry pushed off hard with both feet. He swore he could even feel a warm current flowing through his feet.

And so, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny witnessed a scene they would never forget.

Their nephew, Mr. Harry Potter, neither used any strange tricks nor followed the proper channels, but instead, like a nimble ape, climbed out of the open wall of the second-floor bedroom and slipped into the passenger seat of the black Mercedes.

Is this... kung fu?

This damned thought suddenly popped into Aunt Penny's mind, which was almost unable to think straight.

Harry, who had already climbed into the car and sat in the passenger seat, immediately yelled at Orochimaru, who had followed him into the car:

"Orochimaru, shoot out their tires!"

"Oh, so you've become smarter too, Jiraiya?"

Orochimaru enjoyed the pleasant prison break, said goodbye to the meritorious kitchen knife, and then lightly flicked his hand.

Whoosh!

The kitchen knife shot out in a straight line, heading straight for the tire.

Bang!

The front right tire of Vernon's uncle's new car, which he had financed with a loan, began to deflate at a desperate rate.

"Start! Start! Orochimaru!" Harry urged anxiously, watching Orochimaru twist the car keys. "Let's go!"

Orochimaru laughed, shifted gears, and slammed his right foot on the gas pedal.

hum!

The Mercedes engine roared to life.

The sound was so pleasant that Orochimaru couldn't help but recall the thunder he heard the first time he and Jiraiya infiltrated Amegakure and killed a Jonin.

At that time, he and Jiraiya were the same age he and Harry are now.

Eleven years old!

Being young is wonderful!

Orochimaru swerved the steering wheel, and the black Maybach, like a raging snake, suddenly darted out of the Little Huijin area and onto the highway leading to Renton.

Harry sat in the passenger seat, his face flushed. He had been staring intently at the rearview mirror, trying to gauge the location of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia.

But when he realized that the little Huiglin district where he had grown up was gradually shrinking into a black dot, Harry Potter finally couldn't help but shout.

"Orochimaru, where are we going?" Harry asked, then suddenly realized, "The letter, the letter Hogwarts sent me, was burned."

"No rush, we can write a letter back to Hogwarts," Orochimaru casually reassured Harry. "As for where we're going..."

He paused slightly, but a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked curiously.

"You probably don't need to send a letter to Hogwarts anymore; that letter has already been sent." Orochimaru said, pointing to the car window next to Harry.

There was a pure white owl gently tapping on the glass.

Harry rolled down the car window and took his acceptance letter from the white owl's ankle.

The letter was addressed to:

Maybach co-pilot

Not wearing a seatbelt

For Mr. Harry Potter.

Harry's face flushed with excitement at the sight of that miraculous upward gaze. Orochimaru was very familiar with this expression of excitement.

When Jiraiya first put on the Chunin vest, he looked just as excited as this.

"You can watch it a few more times; we have plenty of time."

Orochimaru, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the car window, spoke with a leisurely expression.

However, compared to the leisurely Orochimaru and Harry Potter who had finally gained his freedom, there were two other groups of people who were anxious and agitated.

Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon dialed the police with trembling hands, and when the police arrived, they excitedly danced around in front of the officer, trying to convince him of the bizarre events they had encountered.

"You mean, an eleven-year-old boy drove up to your house in a Maybach, cut your double-barreled shotgun with a kitchen knife, melted down the exterior wall of your second-floor bedroom, and kidnapped your nephew?"

The officer looked down at Uncle Vernon and Aunt Penny for a while, a hint of pity appearing on his face.

Do you need...community-based drug rehabilitation treatment?

The police officer asked politely.

Aunt Penny flinched in alarm, and Uncle Vernon instinctively wanted to shout at the officer. But before they could speak, they both involuntarily looked at their neighbors on Privet Road.

None of them came out to see what was going on, but Aunt Penny and Uncle Vernon felt that their neighbors must be spying on them.

They were right.

Mrs. Figg, who was recovering from a broken leg, was indeed awakened by the sound of sirens outside.

She waved for the cat perched on the windowsill to leave, then drew back her own curtains to make sure Harry Potter was safe.

And so, she witnessed the most terrifying scene of her life.

Harry Potter...

gone!