[Naruto/HP] Be a ninja magician

Harry regretted it.

He originally set a fire in the Anbu base, intending to bypass the guards at the entrance of the village and leave while everyone in the village was busy fighting the fire.

He left a half-sized pig in the kitchen with its tail and nose and ears cut off, put on his clothes, and after the fire went out, everyone would take the pig for him—the charred body of a child, and the charred The pigs made no difference.And he was able to get away and continue his miserable espionage career.

But precisely because he had enough time and was confident, when he passed by the back wall of the bustling Hyuga Clan, he thought about climbing over the wall and stealing some secret secrets of the big clan, so as to make up for the delay of this mission.

Harry's calculation was very good: the guests of honor had their banquets in the front yard and the square, the storeroom and reference room were unguarded, and everyone was busy fighting the fire after the fire, let alone wandering around the backyard. He went in for a stroll Take a circle, grab something casually, and you can walk in less than 2 minutes, so it's a little more detour.

The plan was indeed carried out as he expected.He entered the warehouse, walked around the shelves full of things, and finally locked a scroll at the bottom of the innermost press box.

As for why it was chosen, one is because it is pressed against the bottom of the box, and it is not easy to be noticed if it is lost; the other is that its black silk bottom has dark lines, even if it is covered with dust, it can be seen that it is precious.

——You can tell it's a big baby at a glance.

Harry always believed in his good eye for picking things, so he didn't open it to take a closer look. He used the Shrinking Charm to shrink the scroll to the size of a thumb, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked away.

As a result, as soon as he went out and turned a corner, he saw a person standing straight by the window of the next room, facing his direction.

Harry shuddered behind his back, almost unable to suppress the surging hostility and murderous intent.

His code of conduct is not to kill if he can, but he will not take any risks if he is caught on the spot for doing something bad.

As soon as he was on his first mission as a spy, he let go of a witness because he was soft-hearted. Unexpectedly, the person started shouting loudly in the street, and everyone knew about it.In the end, he was hunted down for three days and three nights, and almost lost his skin, so he barely saved his life.

At that time, he knew that he had only one life, even if it had a [-]% chance, if it happened, he would never be able to bear the consequences.

There are basically ninjas in the ninja village, and it is difficult to deal with his unstable forgetfulness alone. Once exposed, he must kill the other party to prevent future troubles.

Harry was about to make a move, but when he looked closely, the man seemed to be looking at him, but there was no movement in his eyes, obviously he didn't see through his disguise, he just opened his eyes in a daze.

Looking at it in the same way, he recognized the other party's identity—Hyuga Kazuka.

Hyuga young patriarch?Isn't he the protagonist of this banquet?Why are you here?

One side is in the dark and the other side is in the light. The wisest decision is to keep a low profile and leave quietly, as if nothing happened.

However, maybe it's because of curiosity; maybe it's because of the kindness he received from that bowl of porridge; maybe it's because he saw Yihe standing alone in front of the window, wearing a dusty old clothes, with a lonely expression and a humble posture, as if he was surrounded by everyone. The appearance of the world abandoned...

In any case, Harry's heart was twitching slightly, his blood was running hot, and Gryffindor's characteristics played a role, instructing him to do the most unacceptable behavior under the current situation.

He stepped out of the shadow of hiding and called, "Yihe?"

Yihe was startled, blinked his eyes, moved his eyes, and fell on Harry again.

He sized Harry up a few times, recognized Harry's identity belatedly, heaved a sigh of relief, and then frowned again: "It's you?...Why are you here?"

Harry didn't answer, but instead asked, "What about you? You should be the host of the banquet held for Hinata's heir, why are you here alone in a daze?"

As expected, Yihe froze in place when he was told about the central matter.

After a while, Yihe lowered his eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth stiffly, and said dryly, "...I am no longer the heir."

"The patriarch's wife...has just given birth to twin boys."

Harry noticed he said 'Mrs. Patriarch', not 'mother'.

...It's kind of interesting, this family.

He is proficient in the tricks of clichés, and Yihe is depressed again, completely defenseless, and he is coaxed into telling the cause and effect within two or three sentences.

It turns out that Yihe is not the biological child of the current patriarch and his wife.At that time, the head of the Hyuga clan and his wife had been married for nearly ten years, but they were still young and had no children. The elders of the clan were quite critical.Helpless, the patriarch had no choice but to adopt his cousin's son and raise him as his heir—this adopted offspring was Yihe.

Now that the patriarch's wife gave birth to a pair of twins, with a true blood heir, the Hyuga clan immediately turned their faces, abolished the original young patriarch Yihe, and re-appointed the twin brother as the heir.Today's banquet is the hundred-day banquet for the new young patriarch.

Harry wanted to shake his head when he heard it: Useful little baby kicked uselessly, the level of this scum is comparable to that of Sha Yin.

He couldn't help feeling a bit of sympathy for each other, and was about to speak to comfort him, when he heard a congratulation: "You think I'm very pitiful."

The moonlight was reflected in those white pupils, and because the pupils could not be seen, the gaze seemed to be out of focus, but Harry knew that Yihe was looking at him.

"I'm fine." Yihe said, "It's nothing, it's just the status of heir."

"It's nothing." He murmured, repeating.

It's nothing, it's just a dream weaved for him with my own hands, and it's just punctured.

They just gave him a pair of wings and told him he could fly, but after the real heir was born, he plucked his feathers and broke his wing bones, and told him that a sparrow could never be as invincible as an eagle. Flying in the sky carefree, only worthy of being a caged bird like a plaything.

Yihe was in a daze, and laughed hoarsely twice, laughing at himself for being young and frivolous, laughing at himself for wishful thinking, and laughing at the sweat left by his hard work day and night for so many years, after all, he was no match for the word blood.

His biological parents passed away due to accidents two years ago, and he didn't even know about it—at that time, he was full of thoughts about becoming stronger, and he was immersed in cultivation all day long, so he didn't have time to inquire about their recent situation. As a result, they didn't even see their last face.

"It's nothing, I just don't care." He repeated for the third time, as if he was eager to convince someone.

Harry looked at him calmly, and said calmly, "Really?"

Kazuka slowly rolled his eyes, and met Harry's gaze again.

He saw a boy in a cloak standing in front of the window, his whole body was almost integrated with the night, only his eyes were bright, with a clarity that did not match his age, as if he could see through his appearance into his soul.

He froze for a moment, and then felt annoyed that his secret had been revealed.

It was as if the last fig leaf had been taken off abruptly, and the dignity and persistence that had been struggling for a long time were completely defeated.

"Then what else can I do? Can I ask them to give me back that seat?" Yihe turned his back, unwilling to look out of the window again in anger, "Didn't you come to the banquet with the elders? Come on, don't let The elders are in a hurry. I won’t send it off.”

Unexpectedly, the order to evict the guest was so obvious, but the other party still refused to let go, and even jumped over the window and ran into his room.

One hand grabbed his sleeve and tugged it down: "Hey, Yihe—"

Yihe followed the hand and saw its owner.The boy who was two years younger than him stood in front of him, pulled him to bend down, then stretched out his other hand, and touched his head: "Hey, don't be sad."

This is really a funny scene: the six or seven-year-old boy stood on tiptoe, stretched his arms hard, and touched the head of the boy who was much older than himself, and the old god comforted him not to be sad.

But for a moment, Yihe suddenly remembered the generous and warm palms that his biological father pressed on his head when he was still beside his biological parents two years ago.

His biological father really liked to rub his hair, and every time he rubbed him until he was furious and squeaked, he was willing to stop. Then, with his messy hair like a bird's nest, he also went to destroy his biological father's hairstyle.

After he entered the clan, no one played with him like this again. The ordinary clansmen treated him respectfully, the patriarch's wife was polite to him, and the patriarch only paid attention to his practice.

The Zong family's house is very spacious, with thick and tall walls, like a gorgeous and huge birdcage, which firmly separates him from the past.

Yihe couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes turned red.

He wiped the corners of his eyes indiscriminately, and forced himself to calm down: "I-I've said it all, you don't have to be kind to comfort me, I don't need your sympathy..."

"I don't feel sorry for you," Harry said, "I just... how you feel, I know, I know."

How could you not know?

He still remembers the side he met for the first time more than half a year ago. Ikka was wearing a clean white kimono, his smooth black hair was loosely tied into a bundle behind his head, and his chin was slightly raised. Compared with him, who was so dark and dirty on the outside, he looked like the pure angel most favored by God in heaven.

He is envious, but not jealous.

After all, the longer a person lives, the more he realizes that what he can't do, the more he wants to protect it. ?

Therefore, adults are willing to use their bodies as shields to resist the complexity of society and the sinister hearts of the people, so as to preserve the rare innocence of children.

Nowadays, the bright pearl is covered with dust, and the bright moon is covered with shadows. Anyone with a little bit of empathy can understand the grievances, embarrassments and sufferings that Yihe has suffered these days.

So he said, he knew.

This was actually a vague consolation, but Harry didn't expect to hit Izuka's weak spot by mistake, and Ichiga grabbed him, buried his face in his shoulder, and sobbed silently.

Feeling that the clothes on the shoulders were soaked a little, Harry regretted it.

Originally, he was worried that Yihe would be on the tip of his horns and do something stupid, so he wanted to comfort him before leaving, but why did he hug him and cry bitterly as soon as he comforted him?

...Why didn't he go next door to the Uchiha clan to steal secrets? ?

But Yihe was crying bitterly, and he couldn't bear to push him away, so he patted the other person's trembling back, and coaxed softly: "It's okay, just cry...good boy."

The two stood leaning against each other for a while, and suddenly heard a commotion outside, someone shouted: "The Hokage Tower is also on fire!"

Harry froze for a moment, and turned his head to look out the window together with Yihe.

Outside, the flames shot up into the sky, faintly reflecting half of the sky red.

The trend of the fire spread was beyond Harry's expectation. He had only been here for half a year, and he didn't know that Anbu Base had a secret passage directly connected to the Hokage Tower. Once the base was set up, it could not be controlled in time, and it would burn to the Hokage Tower soon.

He had thought about it before he decided to set the fire. All Anbu members who hadn't been on missions were invited to Hyuga's banquet. The Anbe base was empty except for him, so he didn't worry about innocent people being involved.But the fire was not extinguished in time, and it spread to the Huoying Tower, so it was different.

He frowned worriedly, a little worried.

Yihe didn't bother to cry anymore.He listened to the movement outside the window, hesitantly asked: "Is the Huoying Tower on fire?"

The corners of his eyes were red, and there were still tiny teardrops on his eyelashes, which was pitiful and cute.

Harry had an idea, and made up his mind.

He leaned close to Yihe's ear and whispered, "Yihe, let me tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else... I ordered the Hokage Tower!"

Of course it's a fake, he was next to Ichiga when the Hokage Tower burned, and there is sufficient evidence of his alibi.But the book of espionage says that a bad little lie doesn't hurt, and adds to the credibility of the rest.

He waited for Yihe to question him, and then he would be able to divert Yihe's attention by making jokes, using the excuse that the uncle who brought him was waiting outside, patted his ass and ran away.Unexpectedly, Yihe didn't know if he was crying stupidly, but actually believed his words, hiccupped in shock, and asked, "...why?"

Harry was stunned by the question, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and make it up: "For you! This is—yes, a celebration! A congratulatory gift for you!"

Before the words fell, he wanted to hit his head: What are you celebrating?Celebrating Ichiga being kicked off the position of the young patriarch by Hinata?Why was he brought together to lower his intelligence?

Yihe was not angry, but looked at him in shock, and asked again: "How do you know that today is my birthday?"

Harry: "..."

No, he doesn't know.But thanks, he knows now.

He remained calm and immediately followed suit, smiling and congratulating: "Happy birthday, congratulations."

A grand firework suddenly bloomed in the night sky, probably because the fire reached the warehouse near the Huoying Tower, igniting the unfinished fireworks during the New Year's Day.

Yihe was fascinated and looked at the fireworks that bloomed in twos and threes. Under the colorful brilliance, the fire was still burning, and people shouted and screamed to put out the fire, making a noisy mess.

Judging from this, the banquet must have ended in a hurry.The patriarch tried his best to celebrate the [-]th day for the newborn, but before he could receive the blessings from the guests, he was defeated by a sudden fire.

Although he knew rationally that he shouldn't gloat, but emotionally, he still couldn't restrain some vindictive cheerfulness.

Yihe had already regained his strength at this time, and he realized that the boy in front of him was making up nonsense to deceive him, but...

It is undeniable that this is indeed the most lively birthday he has had in nine years.

He pursed his lips, smiled lightly, and expressed his gratitude for this unexpected encounter and companionship: "Thank you, I have received your blessing."