Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 122 This time it's my turn, Orochimaru! (Second Update)

After saying this, Orochimaru lifted the wooden door and crawled down first.

Harry sighed, feeling that the obstacles designed to stop the theft of the Philosopher's Stone were far too easy.

Who can be stopped by this kind of checkpoint?

Even a random first-year wizard could probably pass it with ease.

Harry thought for a moment and walked to the wooden plank door. Just as he was about to lift it, he saw that the three-headed dog, which had previously shown its submission, actually stood up.

Seeing that Harry was all alone, the beast started baring its teeth and claws at him again. Even though it only had its head left, it still looked like it was going to bite him to death.

Harry didn't even wait for the three-headed dog—no, he didn't wait for the one-headed dog to howl—before instinctively moving and appearing under the head of the single dog.

"It's just a head left, and it still dares to yell."

Harry turned to the side and gently pulled upwards with one hand.

Harry didn't know many close-quarters combat moves, but he had mastered the Rising Dragon move to an extreme degree.

He can use his hands, he can use his feet, and Harry even suspects that he might be able to use his head in the future.

But no matter where it was used, Harry's attack, which had almost knocked down Voldemort's Rising Dragon, landed squarely on the chin of the one-headed dog, Fluffy.

Click!

The one-headed dog, Louie, had all its teeth shattered instantly, and blood gushed from the corners of its mouth.

"Orochimaru frightens you? Do you think I, Jiraiya, am so weak?"

Harry looked at the wailing one-headed dog, Fulvi, with a puzzled expression, and watched it shrink back into the corner before shaking his head helplessly.

With a gentle flick of his foot, he opened the wooden door that had just been closed again.

The next moment, Harry looked through the trapdoor.

Below was pitch black; nothing could be seen, not even Orochimaru's figure. It looked like a bottomless hell.

Orochimaru, are you alright?

Harry stood on the trapdoor and shouted down.

Orochimaru's voice did not come out.

Harry was startled, thinking Orochimaru had been ambushed, and with a twist of his body, he flipped himself off.

Before he could land, he suddenly felt himself being gently lifted up.

Harry looked in the direction from which the force was coming, but could only make out Orochimaru's blurry outline. It was so dark under the wooden door that there wasn't a glimmer of light.

"There's probably a trap down there."

Orochimaru's lazy voice came from across the room from Harry. It was only then that Harry realized Orochimaru was standing on the wall.

How did he do that?

Harry was curious, but he still asked questions.

"What kind of trap is it? Do you have any clue?"

"A little."

Orochimaru, facing the light shining through the trapdoor, said softly, "When you opened the trapdoor, the light came down, and those tentacle-like traps immediately retracted."

"Are they afraid of light?" Harry asked.

"If you're afraid of light, you might also be afraid of fire." Orochimaru pondered for a moment. "You might have to fly for a while later."

Fly for a while?

What do you mean?

Will I glow when I fly in the air?

Harry was about to ask a question when he felt Orochimaru exert force, and he was slammed against the wooden plank door above him again.

Orochimaru, who was below, pushed off the wall with both feet, sending himself flying into the air, facing downwards.

With the light coming through the wooden door, Harry could vaguely see Orochimaru's hands rapidly intertwining in front of him.

"Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique!"

Orochimaru's chest suddenly bulged, and then a burst of scorching flames spewed from his mouth.

The flame was so large, almost like a miniature sun, that it crashed straight down.

It was only then that Harry could see the trap on the ground.

It was a group of intertwined tentacles, constantly wriggling, seemingly using their fleshy buds to sense the surrounding space.

The moment Orochimaru's fireball struck, these fleshy black tentacles immediately began to writhe, as if trying to avoid a natural enemy, dodging the flames rushing towards them.

However, the passageway beneath this movable wooden door was far too narrow.

Orochimaru's Fireball Jutsu struck the ground squarely, then scattered in all directions.

These flames, blocked by the wall, bounced back and reignited the tentacled black plants.

They were stirred and rolled by the flames, and then they all stopped wriggling.

Orochimaru could see clearly that even though the flames had receded, some tentacle plants remained at the bottom, avoiding the scorching heat of the flames.

This is the problem with Fire Release techniques.

Insufficient penetration.

But this was no challenge for him, a ninja master who was proficient in all kinds of escape techniques.

"Wind Release: Great Breakthrough!"

Orochimaru unleashed another ninjutsu, spewing out a sharp and violent gust of wind that pushed back the flames that were swirling toward the trapdoor exit.

That's a bit cruel.

Harry, suspended in mid-air, watched as the flames were pushed back down by Orochimaru, and as a gust of wind led them into every tiny crevice, burning all the plants to charcoal from the inside.

At this moment, the acrid smell of burning wood lingered in the narrow passage.

pat!

With a soft thud, Orochimaru fell from the sky and landed in the pile of charred remains.

They've all become very docile now, like ninjas killed by the aftershocks of ninjutsu on the battlefield—powerless, pitiful, and safe.

Boom!

Harry landed at that moment, plopping down on the charred plants. He tried hard to identify them, but could only arrive at a conclusion that left Orochimaru speechless.

"We should have learned about this plant in herbalism," Harry frowned, trying to recall, "but Professor Sprout didn't draw this plant in the area—"

So of course I didn't review.

Harry spoke with such confidence that he even had the audacity to question Orochimaru.

"Orochimaru, do you know what kind of plant this is?"

"Tentacle Net, a plant that's afraid of fire," Orochimaru said casually, only to see Harry looking at him with an expression of adoration.

"You even reviewed the parts that weren't marked with boundaries?"

Of course not. I just made up a plant name to fool you since you didn't know it.

Orochimaru thought leisurely, looking towards the deepest part where layers of plant charcoal were piled up.

Behind the door, a series of flapping sounds arose, like a swarm of mosquitoes and flies.

Orochimaru had only ever heard this sound on the battlefield.

The buzzing sound they make is unforgettable for anyone who has heard it even once.

in other words----

"Is it finally going to be a proper test?"

Orochimaru murmured softly, walked over with a hint of anticipation, and placed his hand on the door.

"Orochimaru, let me handle this!"

Before Orochimaru could even open the door, Harry shouted excitedly.