[Naruto/HP] Be a ninja magician

On the way home, Harry secretly listened to the entire discussion and dispute of Konoha's senior management.

Around the Hokage Tower, there are layers of Anbu guards on duty, and the Chakra-isolation array is also deployed inside the Hokage Office. The anti-monitoring measures are in place, but... who gave the wizard omnipotent magic?

Harry thought, Konoha's high-level internal discord, the radicals and conservatives quarreled fiercely, and the foreign enemies messed up their positions before they arrived. This battle, Konoha may be difficult to fight.

But because the ninjas are all dead-headed, full of stupid loyalty and filial piety, and regard unnecessary death as glory, he can't instigate his companions to abandon Konoha and seek refuge with Sand Yin, so he can only help Konoha.

What can be done?Mud also has to be pasted on the wall.

Walking, Harry paused, thought for a while, then turned and went straight to the Hyuga Clan.

Yihe was instructing his younger brothers to do actual combat exercises in the training room. He landed in the yard and shouted in a drawn-out voice: "Yihe——"

Yihe put away his soft fist posture, hurriedly explained the daily errands and self-study, stepped over the threshold to greet him, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Harry stepped up the corridor in two steps in three steps, stretched his arms around him, and put his head on his shoulder: "I miss you."

The sudden intimacy made Yihe's back tense immediately, he looked around guiltily and confirmed that there was no one in the yard, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not good to be seen by others, let go first."

There was a bit of complaint in the words, but a faint smile couldn't be restrained from the corner of his mouth.

Harry pretended not to hear, and strangled him for a while without letting go. After a while, he sighed plaintively and said, "I'm so tired, I'm going to die of exhaustion!"

This is the truth from the heart, even in the last 50 years, he doesn't like to use his brain, and thinks that plots, tricks and sophistication are very troublesome.So he became the director of the Department of Law Enforcement at a young age, and he is still the director of the Department of Law Enforcement after working for more than 20 years. He is quite unwilling to make progress.

Now he has to deal with Sha Yin, and he has to find a way to support Konoha to win, it is too difficult for him.

Yihe patted him on the back reassuringly: "The disciples are naughty again? Didn't I say that you are too lenient with them, my child, you should be stricter when you should be strict..."

Harry listened quietly when suddenly someone tugged at his sleeve.

Looking down, it was a child on a day trip.

Rizai is already 12 years old, but he is still as hostile towards him as he was when he was a child. Right now, he is standing behind Ichiga, pulling on his sleeve with such force that he will not alarm him, glaring at him angrily, mouthing Shout: "You let go!"

Harry still had a naughty taste of teasing children, so of course it was impossible to follow suit. He smiled provocatively and said, "I don't."

Ichiga sensed something was wrong, let go of his hand and turned around.

Harry saw the daily performance of what is called changing his face in a second——when Yihe turned around, he put away his grim expression, raised his head, and asked with concern: "Brother Yihe, why does he always touch you?" ? Do you want me to clean him up for you?"

Said that he really planned to come and beat someone, it seemed that he was indeed a junior who really loved and respected his elder brother.

Of course, Yihe stopped him in time, pressed his shoulders, and pushed him into the room: "I'm fine, don't always think he has bad intentions, let's go, go back to training."

After walking two steps, Yihe turned his head to look at Harry again, hesitating, hesitating to speak several times.

Harry waved his hands tactfully, not to embarrass Yihe: "I'm leaving, I have nothing to do, I just want to drop by to see you. You should be busy."

He turned over and jumped onto the eaves, and turned back along the way he came. When he was almost downstairs, he suddenly lowered his body and turned into a silver-white stag.

In the shadow of the tree, someone's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to turn his head to look for the main body, he felt a pat on the shoulder: "Hey, buddy."

The fighting instinct took over the body in an instant, and the dagger came out of its sheath with a "clang", and swung it across with absolute vigor, but hit an invisible obstacle halfway, making a teeth-piercing sound.

"Be careful, if you accidentally kill me with a knife, you won't be able to explain to Mr. Ri Zhan." The 'enemy' was still quietly squatting on the branch next to him, motionless, drooping Talk sarcasticly with eyes closed.

This Anbu stretched all his muscles and held the dagger horizontally in front of him. He was tense for a while as if he was facing a big enemy, but when he saw that the other party hadn't made any further moves, he felt a little doubtful again.

He hesitated, and decided to follow his superior's order of 'even if he is caught, he must refuse to admit it'. He pretended to be surprised and exclaimed: "Oh, you are so sharp! I just finished a mission and passed by here, and I was caught by you." I found it. You suddenly made a sound from behind, startled me, and almost hurt you by mistake, I'm really sorry..."

Harry rolled up his sleeves and showed him the fire mark on his left arm: "They are all shadows of Hokage, so don't let me pretend to be stupid."

"..." Anbu choked for a moment, but still insisted on finishing the last sentence, "Well, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

As soon as he turned around, he was horrified to find that he could not move, stiff from head to toe, as hard as a rock.

A hand came up from behind, and then whispered like a devil: "Don't rush away. It's already here, why don't you go to my house and have a cup of tea?"

All the known confidentiality agreements came to mind at this moment, this Anbu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and was ready to die heroically: "Even if you kill me, I won't say anything! Give up!"

Harry finally couldn't help it, and laughed.

"What have I become in the mouths of the high-level people? A big devil who kills without batting an eye?" He moved to Anbu again, holding his chin with a smile, "Don't worry, I have no intention of doing anything to you. I will I want to ask, how do you plan to report when you go back?"

Anbu was silent, and Harry could almost hear his brain spinning rapidly, and his thoughts collided with fierce sparks.

In the end, he tentatively answered: "I would say: 'The subordinates are incompetent and gain nothing'...?"

"No." Harry said, "Answer what you see. Ichiga from the Hinata family - I really like him, we two have been teammates for six years, we have a life-long friendship, the relationship is natural and passionate It's not something shameful, so why can't you say it?"

The eyes behind Anbu's mask widened, as if he didn't expect him to openly discuss this forbidden love on the table.

After distributing the dog food, Harry patted Anbu on the shoulder again, lifted the petrification spell, jumped off the tree by himself, and waved his hands without looking back: "Go."

No matter how the forces of all parties secretly intrigue, test and deploy, on the bright side, life has not changed much for the time being.

Harry taught Fuyue and B magic on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays as usual, led Kushina to practice on Wednesdays and weekends, and occasionally did one or two D-level tasks near the village, such as catching cats, chasing dogs and taking care of children, and then pumped the air conditioner| Mood|The object of the drama, the little life is living happily.

It was another Monday of the new week. When B came to class in the morning, he was accompanied by a companion of a similar age. ?

More than a year of subtle influence is enough to change a person, away from the roots of environmental depression, the study of magic, especially the achievements in potions, has gradually made B more confident, and his eyes have brilliance.Although it is still not cheerful, it is more than a little bit better than the initial lifelessness.

Today's B seems to be a little more energetic. He led his companion into the door and offered to introduce: "I met downstairs and said they were looking for you, professor."

Harry got up late and was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. He responded vaguely and looked towards the door.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, bright colors make this morning no longer ordinary.

The boy was bending over, studying the talking carpet on the floor with great interest, when he saw the person he was looking for appeared, he straightened up and introduced himself solemnly: "Hello, senior, I am Minato--Namo Fengshui The door, Master Jiraiya's disciple—you should recognize me?"

Harry thought to himself that not only did I recognize you, but I also helped you match up with my little disciple.

"Yes, we met a few times before you graduated from Ninja Elementary School." He retracted into the bathroom, rinsed his mouth, wiped his face with a towel, and then walked out, "You were famous a while ago ——'He defeated the intruders who attacked the village and rescued the girl who was kidnapped by himself'?"

Minato didn't seem to be overjoyed by his great feat, and touched his head, showing some embarrassment: "I... I just happened to find the mark left by Kushina..."

Harry pretended to wake up: "Ah, yes, so, as Kushina's teacher, I have to thank you."

"Thanks to you, thank you for saving her." He nodded towards Minato, expressing his sincere thanks.

The blond boy was overwhelmed by the flattery, and hurriedly bowed back, saying repeatedly that this is what he should do, and he couldn't bear the heavy thanks from his senior.

Harry couldn't help smiling when he saw how nervous he was almost at a loss.

He is really a good boy, he is good at character and learning, he is polite, he knows how to be humble and does not boast, and his assists are not bad.

Harry waited for a while, and saw that the water gate was standing in the entrance hall. He didn't say a word for a long time, so he had to remind him: "So you came to me—?"

Minato came back to his senses in a jerk, and hurriedly said: "Mr. Jiraiya said that you forgot something with you. I will fetch it for you."

Harry recalled a little, and quickly remembered.

Jiraiya was so drunk two days ago that he ran to him in a daze, probably because he was hot from the alcohol, and began to take off his clothes while sitting on the eaves.Orochimaru arrived in time after receiving the notice, knocked the drunk unconscious and dragged him home, but except for the person who left, everything else basically fell on the roof.

No wonder he ordered his disciples to come and fetch it. If the client who lost his temper after drinking dared to come to see him, his skin would be two meters thick.

Fortunately, there were some scroll ninja tools in his clothes. He thought that maybe it would be useful to pack them up, or the poor Minato kid might have to go to the recycling bin to dig through the trash.

"It's here, wait a minute, I'll pack it up for you." Harry agreed, turned his head and went into the room.

He turned out the box containing those messy clothes, pants and socks, and when he went out, he found that Fu Yue had also arrived.

When I saw the man of the village some time ago, the young Uchiha, who was a member of the Konoha Guard who had been robbed of the limelight, had a bad expression on his face. Prepare to be violent.

Minato smiled awkwardly, wondering what he did wrong to be hated.

On the contrary, B, contrary to the previous indifference of not caring about anything, blocked Fuyue and Minato with a buffering and mediating attitude, separating Fuyue's unkind gaze.

Harry can roughly understand B's mentality: when B was training at the root, he met a girl, her encouragement and comfort supported him through those dark years, and she also had a pair of beautiful sky blue pupils——and Minato Eye color is the same.

Yi is so active, it is impossible for him not to help, so he seems to inadvertently order Fu Yue: "Fu Yue, go and pour a cup of soy milk for the guest."

In one sentence, Fuyue was placed in the position of 'master'. The host should not deliberately embarrass the guests for the ceremony of the guest of honor.

Fu Yue pouted, reluctantly got up and went to the kitchen.

After a while, he shouted in the kitchen: "The soy milk is gone."

Harry remembered that he did drink his last drink before going to bed last night, but it was not a big problem, he always had the ingredients on hand, so he just made it now.

He took out a bowl of soaked soybeans, peeled them, and poured them into a large container with a wide mouth. He asked Fuyue to lift the kettle on the stove and add hot water, while he took out a long-handled metal spoon from the cabinet.

He gathered chakra at his fingertips, and the wind element spontaneously flowed down the handle of the spoon to the other end, gradually sending out a wind ball.

He carefully inserted the spoon into the container, and the high-pressure wind blade created several swirls in the water, easily crushing the beans, mixing them with water to form a thick slurry, and it didn't take long to become a large cup of freshly ground soy milk.

Both Fuyue and Yi knew that he was not only accustomed to using magic to do housework, but also developed a hundred household methods of ninjutsu without discrimination.But Minato, who met him formally for the first time, did not understand his special attributes of a good family man.

The boy stared intently at the unprecedented soymilk making process, and couldn't help but exclaim.

He is not only watching the excitement, but also observing and thinking.After a short surprise, he gestured to Harry's tool: "What is that?"

Harry withdrew the chakra, waited for the wind to dissipate completely, took the spoon out of the soy milk, and replied, "The spoon is made of thin iron."

Minato sighed again, "Wow!", his eyes sparkling, and he looked at him with admiration, his admiration was beyond words.

It was rare for Harry to see a ninja who didn't feel that he was using chakra metal to build all kinds of kitchen utensils. He liked the water gate a little more. He filtered the whipped soy milk, poured out a cup, and floated in front of the water gate.

Minato caught the cup and checked it up, down, left, and right, but found no abnormal traces, and immediately flattered him: "Senior is so strong!"

Suddenly, Harry knew why Orochimaru, who had always had his eyes above his head, praised Minato—not to mention his potential, this kid was really good at pleasing people, and now he wanted to snatch his disciples on the street.

However, due to reality, he just thought about it casually, and quickly laughed it off.

Harry waited for Minato to finish his drink, handed the box containing Jiraiya's clothes to Minato, and sent the children out. After thinking for a while, he leaned over and whispered, "Kushina likes warm men who are gentle and considerate. Housework is the best."

Minato was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to look at the elder in front of him, a little dazed.

Harry patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Come on, senior can only help you so far."

The boy blinked and blinked, finally came to his senses, smiled brightly, and responded cheerfully, "Thank you for your advice, senior!"