Chapter 48: Orochimaru's First Battle Against the Wizard
Chapter 48: Orochimaru's First Battle Against the Wizard
The visitor is up to no good.
Orochimaru felt the excruciating pain emanating from his body, as if he were being slowly sliced to death. He clenched his teeth tightly to prevent himself from showing even the slightest sign of pain.
Although he had only known Harry for a short time, he knew his partner, who had inherited Jiraiya's name, better than anyone else.
Abandoning his friends, he escaped alone...
Neither Harry nor Jiraiya could ever do such a thing.
I need to find a different way to get him away.
Orochimaru's pale yellow snake eyes gleamed leisurely in the moonlight as he surveyed the enemy who had drawn his wand on the opposite bank of the river. He whispered in Harry's ear:
"Harry, from this moment on, you must run straight to the hunting lodge at the edge of the woods without looking back."
"Wake Hagrid first, then head to the castle and notify as many adult wizards as you can."
"I'll accept it whether it's Snape, Professor McGonagall, or even if you can drag Dumbledore out of bed."
Orochimaru spoke rapidly, but Harry surprisingly offered no rebuttal.
Harry Potter deserves the name Jiraiya.
Because although he is still young, he is indeed a born warrior.
In the face of life and death, he didn't chatter and ask why, but silently listened to Orochimaru's every command.
"The sooner you find reinforcements, the sooner I will be saved."
As Orochimaru finished speaking, a slow, cracking smile spread across his face, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace.
This is because of pain, not fear.
"I won't die, I promise."
Orochimaru slowly extended his right fist, just as he had done when he and Jiraiya were assigning targets during his first assassination mission.
"Jiraiya, I'll kill the two Jonin on the left. The one on the right is yours."
How did Jiraiya answer?
He did not answer.
The unreliable Jiraiya only appears when it's safe to do so.
When it comes to carrying out missions and fighting, he is more trustworthy than any other ninja.
Bang!
Jiraiya and Harry clenched their left fists and slammed them hard into Orochimaru's right fist.
Decades apart, the two made the same decision.
The next second, Orochimaru heard Harry running wildly through the Forbidden Forest, his feet crunching on dead leaves and fallen branches.
Orochimaru, who was left behind, slowly straightened up at this moment.
The strange curse had weakened, and the slow slicing was almost over; it was much lighter than it had been at the beginning.
Orochimaru's assessment of this was...
Not as good as Uchiha Itachi!
tread!
Orochimaru leaped forward and landed on the shimmering lake surface.
The lake rippled gently under the moonlight, but Orochimaru walked on it as if it were flat ground, calmly and leisurely watching the enemy on the opposite shore.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he had ever fought a life-or-death battle with a wizard enemy.
The person opposite him lacked killing intent and was not very experienced.
Orochimaru was thinking slowly when he looked up and saw an identical dark red beam of light shooting towards him.
But this time, he was prepared.
Just as the dark red beam of light was about to touch Orochimaru's body, a cloud of smoke suddenly billowed out from his body.
Bang!
Substitution Jutsu, activate!
A small pebble appeared in the air and was shattered by the dark red magic light.
At this moment, Orochimaru was no longer visible on the lake, as if he had never been there at all.
Quirrell, carrying Voldemort on his back, watched this scene in shock, his eyes quickly searching in the moonlight.
Hogwarts has a barrier that prevents teleportation, so it is impossible for a person to disappear in an instant.
Where did that child hide?
Quirrell gripped his wand, stepping slowly on the soft ground softened by fallen leaves, becoming extra vigilant.
He didn't even spend time identifying the enemy's location before putting on a suit of armor to protect himself.
As a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, he was not only possessed by Voldemort, but also particularly skilled in defensive spells.
"Armor for protection!"
Thinking of this, Quirrell subconsciously cast another defensive spell on himself.
After he finished doing all this, a sense of security returned to him. After all, he couldn't afford to be careless towards a wizard who could withstand the Crucifixion Curse.
But once the enemy is nowhere to be found, time becomes unbearable.
Time is passing by, second by second.
Quirrell was growing increasingly anxious.
Once another young wizard runs away, adult wizards will inevitably arrive at the castle. Both Snape and McGonagall are troublesome figures.
Not to mention Dumbledore...
Even if it wasn't them, just Hagrid's hunting grounds guard would be extremely troublesome.
After all, his main purpose in infiltrating Hogwarts was to retrieve the Philosopher's Stone for the Dark Lord behind him, so that he could stand in the world again.
Therefore, I must act quickly!
But where did that brat hide?
Is it the left? Or the right?
later?
Quirrell turned around abruptly, only to find no one behind him!
Bang!
Just then, the water behind him suddenly exploded.
A column of water shot skyward, and Orochimaru was among it, rushing towards Quirrell.
"You've been tricked, little wizard!"
Quirrell laughed loudly and pointed his magic wand at Orochimaru's figure.
"Crushed to pieces!"
The green spell, like dynamite, struck Orochimaru instantly. In the blink of an eye, the little wizard was reduced to dust.
Do not……
It's not powder!
It's that damn smoke again!
Quirrell's eyes widened as he heard a sudden gust of wind from his left. A quick glance out of the corner of his eye revealed Orochimaru's sinister, smiling face!
But that sinister smile was blocked by numerous obstacles, giving Quirrell another chance to cast the spell!
"Immediately imprison them!"
The Quirrell Curse was unleashed again, and looking at Orochimaru, who was pinned in mid-air, a cruel smile finally appeared on his face.
I've finally caught you, little wizard!
The thought had just popped into his head when he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the ground, as if a python was slithering away at high speed.
Quirrell didn't have time to turn around; he could only instinctively turn his head to the side and point his wand to the right.
but……
too slow!
Orochimaru had already moved closer to Professor Quirrell.
For Orochimaru, whose chakra level was only at the genin level, he knew the most reliable way to attack at this moment.
Physical skills, and more physical skills!
Although it was his least favorite martial art, it was now his most lethal attack.
He crouched low, lay prone, and with all his might, he exploded like a detonating tag, channeling all his strength into his right foot.
Physical Technique: Shadow Dance Leaf!
Orochimaru's right foot rose upwards, like a rising dragon, aiming straight for Killua's chin.
Bang!
Click!
In the blink of an eye, two crisp sounds rang out.
Quirrell was launched into the air, while Orochimaru slammed his left foot to the ground, gritting his teeth.
Intelligence is always the lifeline of ninja battles.
No matter how much Orochimaru thought about it, he couldn't imagine that a physically weak and powerless wizard could somehow be covered in invisible steel armor.
With just one blow, the metatarsal bone of his right foot was shattered.
We can't be careless; this is, after all, a strange magical world. Orochimaru tapped the ground with his left foot, leaned back, and slid backward like a snake.
He abandoned the idea of launching a follow-up attack and wisely chose to create distance.
Quirrell, who was flying backwards in mid-air, felt as if his worldview was about to collapse.
How could there be a wizard in this world who could kick through his own armor with just his bare body?
Even the Dark Lord couldn't do that!
What kind of monster is that little wizard?
Quirrell kept pondering the possibilities in his mind, but Voldemort's command was already ringing in his ears.
"Capture him alive; he's a valuable body."
"I will, Master!"
Quirrell's jaw trembled, and he dared not utter another word in his defense.
He regained his balance and stared at Orochimaru, who had already glided to the other side of the lake.
At this moment, the young wizard was hanging upside down in the tree, looking just like a vampire. No, ordinary vampires weren't as agile as him.
but……
"A wizard who cannot cast spells is no different from a Muggle."
Quirrell distanced himself from Orochimaru, twirled his wand on the ground, and chanted a spell.
"A barrage of bullets!"
As he twirled his red-glowing wand, the withered branches, fallen leaves, and pebbles on the ground came to life and surged towards Orochimaru in an overwhelming rush.
This is far larger in scale than the Shadow Clone Technique.
Orochimaru, who was the target, had no choice but to dodge repeatedly, looking somewhat disheveled.
On one hand, his movement speed was reduced due to the fracture of his right metatarsal bone; on the other hand, he also had to be wary of the strange dark red curse.
If struck by that curse that felt like being slowly sliced to death, the outcome of their duel would likely be decided in the next second.
Orochimaru didn't want to die here; that would be too humiliating.
During the brief moments of rapid dodging, Orochimaru habitually began analyzing the differences between wizards and ninjas.
Wizard, that's inexplicable!
A ninja is meticulous, even down to the smallest detail!
It's like a boundless cloud, and no one knows how much rain it holds.
It's like a desert where every grain of sand is distinct; no matter how many grains there are, they will eventually be counted.
Orochimaru moved behind the tree and sighed softly.
With his current chakra reserves and physical abilities at the genin level, relying solely on the Three Body Techniques and taijutsu to contend with his opponent is simply beyond his capabilities.
This is not an enemy that can be easily dealt with...
We must use ninjutsu!
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