Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 7 I enjoy daily practice, and I hope you do too.

Bang!

Dali slammed the door shut.

He turned around and found Harry standing behind him, staring stubbornly at him.

Dali couldn't help but shrink his neck, but then suddenly felt that he was being too weak and not like a boxer.

So he swung his fist at Harry as a threat.

"Your kung fu freak friends don't want you anymore, so you have no friends now!"

Dali grinned and waved to the skinny-faced Pierre and Danny in the distance, signaling his boxing squad to come closer.

As soon as the two of them approached, Dali burst into laughter.

"Today's boxing training will start with running!"

With that, Dali gave Harry a sudden shove, like a sheepdog herding lambs, forcing Harry to run toward the Little Huiglin playground.

But today is a bit strange.

Why aren't you guys smiling?

Dali looked at his friend and said with a grumbling.

If all the members of a bullying gang have a stern face, it makes the bullies look stupid.

Skinny, monkey-faced Pierre twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to force a smile.

In contrast, Danny, who is the same size as Dali, is much worse at acting.

He still had the gift Orochimaru had given him around his neck, so he could only cover his neck and mutter excuses.

"Hurry up, Dali, we need to start early today!"

Dudley, unsuspecting, excitedly chased after Harry. To him, chasing Harry was far more fun than staying home playing video games.

Skinny Pierce and Danny exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of fear in each other's eyes for Orochimaru.

This feeling of shared misfortune brought an awkward smile to their faces.

When they looked up again, Harry and Dali were already far away. They didn't bother to talk and started running as fast as they could.

In the afternoon in the Little Huijin district, four children who were not yet in middle school chased each other wildly through the deserted streets, all the way to an abandoned amusement park.

"Harry, you...you stop right there!"

Dali, hands on his knees, gave the order, panting heavily.

Harry paused, and actually stopped.

His green eyes, hidden beneath his messy hair, were anxiously searching for Orochimaru's figure in the abandoned amusement park.

There was no sign of Orochimaru on the creaking swing.

Orochimaru was nowhere to be seen on the rusty carousel.

Harry looked sharply at the slide, its paint peeling off, hoping to see Orochimaru suddenly appear and wave at him from the top of the slide.

Unfortunately, Orochimaru was still nowhere to be found there.

There was no sign of Orochimaru in the entire abandoned amusement park, as if he had never been there at all, as if yesterday's friendship and partnership were just hallucinations caused by years of abuse.

"I told you so," Dali's voice suddenly rang out behind Harry, "your kung fu freak friend dumped you!"

Dali was speaking eagerly when suddenly Harry turned his head and glared at him like an angry little lion.

"I made an appointment with him to meet here today!" Harry insisted stubbornly.

"Huh? Who would keep a promise to a freak like you?" Dali sneered.

As Harry's cousin who grew up under the same roof, Dali was far more likely than most people to criticize Harry.

"The only reason he made the agreement with you yesterday was because he was afraid you, this freak, would try some freakish tricks on him!"

Dali continued to use words as weapons, slowly torturing Harry's heart.

"You're a freak, your mom's a freak, your dad's a freak! Who would want to be friends with a family of freaks like you!"

Upon hearing this, Harry felt as if flames were about to shoot from his eyes.

Keda still refused to stop.

He even reveled in Harry's furious yet heartbroken state, then rallied the members of Dali's boxing team, getting them to echo his sentiments.

"Pierre, Danny, don't you think so?! In this world, are only freaks friends with Harry?!"

"Slack isn't a freak!"

Harry yelled and charged at Dali, intending to punch him in the nose.

Keda Li, however, was not afraid.

He even imitated the defensive stance of Gary Mason, a world champion boxer, on TV, holding his fists in front of his face.

Bang bang bang!

Harry threw three punches, but they were all blocked by the fat on Dali's arms.

As the victim, Dali not only felt no pain, but instead felt increasingly exhilarated.

So he intensified his verbal attacks on Harry.

"He is! He is! He's a freak!" Dali laughed. "But even a freak like him is afraid of a freak like you, Harry!"

Harry's face turned red with anger, and his punches became increasingly erratic and inaccurate, like a person in a fit of impotent rage venting his frustration.

This was the opportunity that Dali had been waiting for.

His fleshy body suddenly darted backward with unimaginable agility, followed by a swift upward grab with his right hand, aiming straight for Harry's chin.

This was a right uppercut he learned from Gary Mason, the world champion boxer, on TV, and he had been wanting to try it on Harry for a long time.

Feeling Dali's fist coming at him, Harry's mind drifted back to the first fighting style Orochimaru had mentioned yesterday—

Using its strength, it rampaged across the battlefield like a wild boar.

I'm about to be hit.

Harry instinctively clenched his teeth, bracing himself for the impact.

In that split second, a crisp footstep suddenly rang in Harry's ears.

tread!

Harry was just about to see who it was when he heard Orochimaru's slick, snake-like laughter.

"Dali is right, only freaks would be your friends, Harry."

Orochimaru's pale fingers lightly tapped Dali's fist, causing his uppercut to barely graz Harry's ear.

Only after that did Orochimaru's self-introduction finally reach Harry's ears.

"But you're lucky, Harry, because I'm the freak."

Listening to Orochimaru's words, Harry felt that he was indeed very lucky today, so lucky that words could not describe it.

"Alright, it's time to continue training."

Orochimaru did not continue to interfere with Harry and Dali's training. Instead, he crossed his arms and leisurely glided to a distance, watching Harry and Dali's fight as if he were watching a windmill being blown by the wind.

Harry, his face flushed with rage, glared at Dali, who was pale with fright, as if he wanted to tear him apart.

"You belong to the third type of warrior, whose instincts alone are enough to defeat the enemy," Orochimaru continued. "But there is one exception: when you are blinded by rage."

As Orochimaru spoke, he felt as if the figure of his white-haired friend who had been blocking his way appeared before his eyes again.

On the day he defected, he questioned himself with a heart full of anger.

Even though he had already mastered Sage Mode by then, he was still as weak as a Jonin when he was blinded by rage.

and so……

"Feel your anger, but don't let it control you. Unleash your instincts, but don't abandon your fighting instincts. Harry, take control!"

Orochimaru's words were very mysterious, and extremely difficult for a sixth-grade elementary school student to understand.

But Harry's body moved instinctively after hearing that.

He sidestepped Dali's left hook, and following his instincts and intuition, he nimbly turned around and came behind Dali.

At this moment, what appeared in front of Harry was no longer Dali's thick arms, but instead Dali's round, yet defenseless back.

Harry raised his foot and kicked!

Bang!

Dali was like a dog that pounced on dog poop, collapsing to the ground in an instant.

Harry didn't give Dali a chance to turn over. He straddled Dali and slammed his hand down on Dali's back.

Harry struck again and again without hesitation.

Dali's screams grew louder and louder, eventually turning into sobs as he begged his boxing teammates, Skinny Pear and Danny, to attack Harry.

Unfortunately, the two of them were standing respectfully beside Orochimaru at that moment, coldly watching Dali being beaten up by Harry.

They ignored Dali's cries for help.

Harry didn't know how many times he hit him, but he realized he couldn't even hear Dali's screams anymore, so he slowed down his punches a little.

He looked blankly at Dali, whom he was riding on, and at his cousin who used to bully him like a mountain of flesh.

At this point, Dali had lost all his arrogance; he was so frightened that he wet his pants, and a stench wafted from his crotch into Harry's nose.

Harry loosened his clenched fist and then pulled away from Dali.

Harry walked several steps before realizing what he had done that day.

He first looked at Dali, who was trembling with his buttocks sticking out, with a puzzled expression, and then looked at his own fist with a puzzled expression.

In the past, even if he occasionally resorted to bizarre tricks, he could not change the fact that he was bullied by Dali.

But today, without using any weird tricks or Orochimaru's help, he easily defeated Dali by relying solely on his instincts, even making him wet his pants.

"Isn't that incredible, Harry?"

Orochimaru's voice rang in Harry's ears at just the right moment.

Harry turned around abruptly and nodded vigorously.

"I told you yesterday I'd teach you a new technique. How's this rage control technique? Is it easy for you to use?" Orochimaru asked casually.

Harry answered without hesitation.

"cool!"

"Was this a buzzword from 1991?" Orochimaru shook his head slightly. "I thought you were going to say you were born with it."

At least that white-haired idiot likes to say that.

Orochimaru thought lazily, but when he looked up, he found that Dali's trio were already preparing to retreat.

I can't let you leave like this; I still have some things to tell you.

Orochimaru slid down like a snake to Dali's trio, then, like a close friend, placed his hands on Dali and Danny's shoulders.

"I enjoy daily training, so I hope you'll come again tomorrow. You'll keep your promise to me, right?"