harleyscars Chapter 98 Orochimaru, will we always be friends?
Chapter 98 Orochimaru, will we always be friends?
Chapter 98 Orochimaru, Will We Always Be Friends? (Second Update)
Harry was stunned.
He never dreamed that one day he would be able to kick Voldemort into the sky with a single kick.
Why is this powerful dark wizard, whose name no one dares to utter, so weak in front of me?
Harry was stunned after kicking her.
Not only him, but Orochimaru's brows also furrowed.
He originally thought that in a critical moment, the "tailed beast" hidden inside Harry would unleash its power, just like Kurama helped Naruto in a crucial moment.
But now————
Orochimaru shook his head slightly and gave Harry a deep look.
No, it's different. The beast hidden inside Harry is definitely not a tailed beast, nor is he the jinchūriki he expected.
But if he isn't a Jinchūriki, to whom does the power hidden within him belong?
As Orochimaru thought of this, he raised his head and saw Voldemort shooting into the air like a cannonball.
I'm afraid the person with no nostrils is the one who most wants to know the answer right now, right?
Voldemort, of course, wanted to know the answer.
He is a wizard, a wizard who has already achieved miracles. He can wave his hands at will and cast spells that others cannot imagine.
He could even attach himself to each Death Eater in his soul form, and survive even if he suffered the backlash of the Killing Curse.
But why couldn't he, who had already achieved such a miracle, withstand a single kick from a mere wizard?
What about my own magic that I can control at will?
where are they?
Voldemort, suspended in mid-air, casually cast a levitation spell on himself, instantly eliminating gravity and allowing him to look down upon the entire battlefield from his elevated position.
Orochimaru from Slytherin, though he has a bright future, is no threat at present.
Even if you let him grow freely, he will never reach your level.
He doesn't understand what a miracle is.
But Harry Potter is different.
Voldemort stared at Harry Potter, who had just kicked him in the chin. The spot where he had been kicked was now absurdly burning, a dark scorch mark clearly visible.
Even Voldemort's magic couldn't erase the dark scar, as if Harry's kick had struck his very soul, leaving an indelible wound.
Harry Potter —
Voldemort hovered high in the sky, cautiously observing the boy who had nearly killed him eleven years ago.
He killed Harry's entire family simply to prove that prophecy could not match his own power.
In Voldemort's eyes, the accidental mishap was nothing more than a small episode on his path to immortality.
But it's different now.
He understood. It wasn't an accident; it was a protective magic that Lily had created with her life—an ancient magic that almost no one would remember.
The magic was still protecting Harry Potter, preventing him from touching him.
It's a small problem; I can easily solve it myself.
Voldemort stared coldly at Harry, his entire plan already formed in his mind. However, it couldn't be implemented yet; some preparation was needed.
"Harry Potter, and Orochimaru."
Voldemort hovered in the air, gazing at the two young wizards who had fought side by side and successfully escaped from his grasp. As if prophesying, he uttered his judgment: "You will one day go your separate ways."
As Voldemort finished speaking, he looked at Orochimaru with a mix of emotion and expectation in his voice.
"I'm waiting for you to come to me, Orochimaru. Dumbledore can't give you everything you need, you understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Voldemort used his Apparitions spell and disappeared into the sky above the Forbidden Forest.
At this moment, only the bright moon shines and the gentle breeze caresses your face.
The shimmering lake reflected the moonlight, as did Orochimaru and Harry Potter under the moonlight.
Harry subconsciously looked up at Orochimaru, a hint of worry on his face.
"Orochimaru, I feel a little unwell," Harry said softly. "This time it feels different from last time."
It's very different.
The last time he fought alongside Orochimaru and scared away Professor Quirrell, he was filled with joy.
But this time—
An ominous premonition loomed over him and Orochimaru like dark clouds in the sky, constantly looming over them.
Will they eventually go their separate ways?
Orochimaru heard these familiar words and a smile crept onto his face.
"He's just a sore loser," Orochimaru said with a light pat on Harry's shoulder. "Jiraiya will always have Orochimaru by his side."
"Really?" Harry looked up abruptly.
He is too young to understand the impermanence of the world.
Even just a fleeting glimpse of the changes in the world, the unpredictable future still filled him with dread.
He was a Gryffindor, but even Gryffindors have things they're afraid of.
Godric was forced to part ways with Salazar Slytherin.
Dumbledore was forced to confront Grindelwald with swords, facing off to the death.
What merit does Harry Potter possess to escape this bizarre fate?
As Orochimaru looked into Harry's pleading eyes, the dregs of his memories resurfaced in his mind.
That was a long sigh he let out after defeating Jiraiya and seeing him lying in the mud.
Regret, remorse, helplessness, and a lingering attachment to the past that can never be returned to.
but----
"Harry, what do you think magic is?" Orochimaru suddenly asked softly.
He seemed to be asking Harry, but also seemed to be asking himself.
"Magic? Magic is magic." Harry didn't quite understand Orochimaru's words.
Yes, magic is magic.
Harry's views on magic are normal; every wizard would say the same thing.
But Orochimaru doesn't see it that way.
He came from another world, where he had witnessed ninjutsu created from chakra. That world emphasized rigorous training, bloodline and talent, and many other things, but it never emphasized one thing—
"Magic, or perhaps a miracle."
Orochimaru murmured softly.
His muttering reached Harry's ears, causing the young wizard to abruptly look up.
Magic, how can it not be a miracle?
Without magic, he would still be attending Stonewall High School, living in a cupboard, and being used as a punching bag by Dali every day.
His current life is nothing short of a miracle.
"So, we'll always be good friends, right?"
Harry asked excitedly, eager for Orochimaru's answer.
He wasn't this nervous when he first faced Voldemort.
Orochimaru opened his mouth, wanting to utter the phrase he was most familiar with.
He originally meant to say, "Who knows?"
But when faced with Harry's gaze, Orochimaru finally recalled the scene when Jiraiya first asked him that question.
That happened when the two of them entered the ninja academy.
Both of them were young ninjas from commoner families, lacking both family traditions and proper nutrition.
He was frail and thin, and had always been short and sallow due to malnutrition.
The two of them would always run to the swing outside the ninja school after class.
A person swings on a swing, while another person looks at the sky.
Jiraiya once swung so high that the sky seemed to be so close to him that it felt like he was about to fly into the sky.
Orochimaru, will we always be friends?
Jiraiya suddenly had a question for himself.
I was very young then and had never experienced the cruelty of the ninja world, no, the real world.
So my answer to Jiraiya back then was naive, like a child who believes in miracles.
"What nonsense are you spouting, Jiraiya?"
Orochimaru looked at Harry Potter, as if he were looking at his past self and Jiraiya, and uttered the words he had never spoken.
"Of course we'll always be friends."