[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

When the previous task is completed and the next task has not been issued, it is the Anbu's holiday.

Harry's holidays were not always about leisure.Ever since he saved the uncle's life, he has somehow been labeled as a cure for all diseases.Even though he has repeatedly emphasized that he is not omnipotent, it is obvious that everyone thinks he is being humble.

Fortunately, Anbu's identity is a strong enough shield, without Hokage's direct orders, he has the right to refuse all unreasonable demands.

However, if this is the case, there will still be people who harass him persistently and day after day, trying to impress him with perseverance.

For example, Anbu·Damn·Scientific Research Group.

Over the past few years, the leader of the scientific research team has always felt that Harry has a very high research value. From time to time, he sent letters to inquire about the principle of potions, trying to find out how many magical magics Harry has mastered, and even did not hesitate to go out of the mission without Harry. They sent people to guard the door of his dormitory 24 hours a day.

And Harry always remembered that his uncle had not forgotten to donate his body to the scientific research team for research before his death. This revenge will never be avenged, and he will never let it go, let alone actively cooperate with the scientific research team's investigation.

The two sides stubbornly confronted each other, and the silent tug-of-war lasted for three years. Until this holiday, Orochimaru, as a representative of the scientific research team, knocked on the door of his dormitory.

He opened the door and wanted to issue an eviction order, but when he saw his old friend (unilaterally) met the night before, Harry was almost suffocated: "Why did you also enter the Anbu?!"

Orochimaru looked at the dormitory remodeled by the owner with great interest—the space inside the door was larger than it looked outside, and it was even divided into two large and small suites, inside and outside. Several rows of large shelves were nailed to the wall, and various medicinal materials were placed in different categories. Bottles and jars with no visible contents, metal or glass utensils are baked and boiled on the table, bubbling colorful bubbles and smoke, just like a strange and self-contained small world.

He remembered the clock that would automatically tell the time when he called out "time" on his last birthday, and he didn't think it was strange, and replied freely: "I didn't enter Anbu—the old man disagreed."

Harry looked at Orochimaru's left arm. There was indeed no Anbu's fire mark on it, but he also knew that after several system improvements, the management of the Anbu base was much stricter, let alone eating in the cafeteria. Can't even get through the gate.

He hurriedly pulled Orochimaru into the dormitory, closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "Did you sneak in?"

Orochimaru looked at his friend with a guilty conscience, and after a while, seeing that the other party was really worried about him, he replied: "No."

"The scientific research team entrusted me to come here." He briefly explained his reason for coming.

Before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, his heart went up again.

He thought that the scientific research team felt that it would not work to persuade him directly, so he turned to his interpersonal relationship, and immediately became more disgusted, and frowned: "How did they find you? Did they coerce you?"

Orochimaru was a little surprised, not sure why he asked, "No, what can they coerce me with?"

Harry was also a little confused: "Then you—?"

"I am now in a cooperative relationship with them." Orochimaru said, "They provide materials and equipment, and I give back the due research results. It's a fair deal, isn't it?"

Harry: "..."

He remembered that in addition to studying, his little friend's true love in recent years also has an extra item of doing experiments.

He tried to persuade his little friend, the prodigal son, to turn around: "The Anbu scientific research group is full of lunatics, why don't you think about it again?... I remember that there are research institutes in the regular establishment?"

"A research institute with a formal establishment? Those idiots with their hands tied up?" Orochimaru chuckled twice as if hearing something funny, "Tch, I'd rather stay with lunatics than idiots."

"Did you know, Mr. Chui?" He leaned closer to Harry, his eyes flickering with darkness, secretive and compelling, "In the archives of Anbu, most of the experimental materials are left by Master Nidaimu. He is a genius , ninjutsu, secret art, pupil art, chakra, time and space, and even life... He has his own unique research and insights. And the results of his exploration of those mysteries, after his death, most of them are kept as secrets Seal it up."

"This is wrong. If things go on like this, they will be forgotten by history one day. Master Nidaimu has no descendants, but he must hope to have an heir who can continue his unfinished glory and let future generations remember his achievements , from generation to generation.”

Harry is not the second Hokage himself, so he can't be sure whether Tomona wants an heir who can continue his research, but he knows that Orochimaru's attitude is too obsessed, and he is no longer just a little fan who simply admires his predecessors up.

He looked at Orochimaru quietly, without expressing his opinion.

Orochimaru looked at him for a long time, lowered his eyes, his tone was cold, but his expression could not hide his disappointment: "What? Even you can't understand me?"

"I understand, Orochimaru." Harry had also been fascinated by alchemy for a while, so he could understand the joy and eagerness to discover the new world, "but there is a question—do you know what you want?"

"What do you want?" Orochimaru repeated suspiciously.

Harry guided patiently: "I mean, what do you want to get through research and experiments?"

"The truth." Orochimaru answered quickly, firmly and firmly.

His eyes lit up again, eager and determined, just like the boy who was full of excitement when he first saw Harry's magic: "The truth of everything. Ninjutsu, Chakra, and even - the origin of life."

Harry nodded: Now that you have a clear goal, you don't have to worry about losing yourself because of getting lost.

He didn't forget to remind: "There is one more thing, you can't risk your life."

Orochimaru snorted out of his nose, not paying attention: "Same as the old man."

Harry pressed his shoulders, emphasizing every word: "No. It doesn't matter if it's someone else's or your own."

Orochimaru's disdain disappeared when he said "my own". The black-haired boy looked away, snorted out of his nose, and said awkwardly: "I know, don't worry, I still want to keep it." It's an experiment."

"Then it's no problem!" Harry put away his solemnity and solemnity, and turned around with a smile to check the potion being boiled, "So what's the matter with you coming to see me today? Let me tell you first, I don't sell secret recipes for potions or anything like that." It is impossible to cooperate with the scientific research team to conduct human experiments.”

"The team leader mentioned it to me, but I didn't intend to do as he ordered." Da Shewan followed and watched him skillfully add various ingredients to the smoking cauldron, "I would like to ask you to provide some Potions, of course, are not free, I can exchange them with rare materials, or do you want to share some of my research results?"

Harry was concerned about something else: "You personally?"

Orochimaru was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Yes, it's just 'for me'."

"No problem, I can provide potions according to your needs." Harry responded simply and neatly, "As for the return, I'm not interested in research, materials."

After the agreement was reached, Orochimaru discussed with him and finalized the list of the first batch of required potions, chatted for a while, and got up to leave.

Harry looked at the door, maybe it was because Orochimaru, the 'lobbyist', entered the door smoothly, and the Anbu of the scientific research team who was stationed there was not there, so how long would it be if he didn't go out at this time?

He packed his things at the speed of light, slipped to the cafeteria to have lunch, and then went to the street to purchase potion raw materials, and brought a new batch of powerful stain remover to the grocery store owner by the way.

Just turning the corner from the medicine store, he bumped into Shuo Mao from a distance.The silver head shone in the sun, and the owner walked hurriedly, looking left and right from time to time, as if avoiding something.

This reminded him of one thing.

Three months ago, when returning to the village after the last mission, Harry met Shuo Mao.

At that time, Sakumo was sitting in the dumpling shop eating, and his little follower, Hitomi Inuzuka, sat opposite him with Hanamaru who had grown up a lot, talking to him with his chin in his hand.

Hitomi is five years younger than Sakumo, so he should be twelve or thirteen years old. His voice is gradually becoming less immature, but it doesn't have the deep and hoarse voice it should have before the voice change period.

There are also subtle changes in Hitomi's appearance.His complexion was already fair, but as he grew older, his facial features became more and more beautiful.He has a pointed chin, but his face is not long, so it looks a bit round. His big black eyes are like a puppy, soft and innocent. When he smiles, there is a shallow dimple on the side of his cheek, which is smart and...a bit pretty?

Although it must be a boy to be so cute, Hitomi's voice and smile are obviously a little softer than men.

—Could it be that he is not 'he'?

At first, Harry couldn't believe this guess that almost overturned his cognition. After all, he and Sakumo have referred to Hitomi as "he" for several years, and the person concerned has not expressed any objection—in fact, Hitomi's bold behavior His behavior is no different from that of a real little boy.

But the unconscious demeanor won't lie, instead of guessing that Hitomi is developing into a sissy, it's better to assume that he—or should I say her? ——Unconsciously showing the innate characteristics of one's own gender under the influence of age.

Anyway, Harry felt that he should remind Shomo of the thick lines.

He took advantage of the short time when Hitomi left to add orders, and asked Shuo Mao: "Suo Mao, haven't you noticed that Hitomi has changed?"

"Change? What aspect are you referring to?" Shuo Mao didn't know why.

"In all aspects?" Harry reminded, "Is Hitomi almost 13 years old?"

"Is he going to be 13?!" Shuo Mao exclaimed, just when Harry thought he finally understood his hint, he continued, "Why hasn't he grown? He's still so small, Did Hanamaru eat all the rice?"

——Hanamaru has grown rapidly in the past few years, and she is already the size of a calf, standing taller than Hitomi.

Harry had no choice but to beat around the bush, and said bluntly, "I mean, Sakumo, don't you think Hitomi... could be 'her'?"

Shuo Mao was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Don't be funny! I've known him for so many years, don't I know if he's a man or a woman? You can't make such a joke just because he hasn't started growing. "

He paused for a while, and added half-jokingly: "Even if Hitomi is a girl, 'she' is still my good brother!"

This certainty only lasted until Hitomi came back and approached him and asked him why he was smiling so happily.

Because Harry sat where Hitomi was originally sitting, Hitomi could only squeeze the bench on the same side as Sakumo. 'He' turned sideways, took Shuo Mao's arm, and brought his ear to Shuo Mao's mouth.

This is Hitomi's usual gesture when she can't wait to hear what Sakumo has to say, so Sakumo doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.He was about to repeat the 'joke' he had just heard, when his expression froze suddenly, and he retreated reflexively.

Hitomi almost lost his balance because of this action, and was caught off guard, his chest hit his elbow, and he frowned.

Sakumo reacted even more, jumping up in a hurry as if being scalded, looked at Tong's face and then at Tong's chest, his eyes were terrified like a monster that could bite people was dormant under the clothes on Tong's chest - in fact, how could there be such a thing? What a monster, it's just that girls' breasts start to develop when they get older.

The meeting that day ended with Sakumo no longer accepting any form of physical contact from Hitomi, and his behavior showed that Harry was right.

"Suo Mao?" As soon as he thought of this, another party came out from the corner of the street, and his small figure ran up to Shuo Mao nimbly, reaching out to grab Shuo Mao's arm, "Suo Mao!"

Sakumo dodged with a more agile movement, took a step back in embarrassment, and wanted to retreat again, but was blocked by the cow-like Hanamaru.

"A Tong!" Shuo Mao avoided Tong Tong again and stretched out his hand, "Speak directly if you have something to say, don't touch me."

Tong's hands froze in mid-air, clenched into fists little by little, and pulled back with difficulty, clutching the corner of his clothes: "You... have been avoiding me recently, did I do something wrong?"

"You're right, it's just..." Shuo Mao sighed, "You're a girl, you shouldn't be so close to me."

"What about girls? Does it matter if it's a boy or a girl? My dad said—"

Shuo Mao interrupted her: "Don't worry about what your father said, men and women are different, you are no longer a child, if others see... they will say you..."

His voice was too low, Harry couldn't hear what he said clearly, he could only see the growing disappointment on Hitomi's face.

"Why do you care what other people say!" Hitomi asked loudly, "I don't care about others! We have always gotten along like this, why can't we get along when we grow up?!"

"Because I'm also troubled!" Shuo Mao glanced at her chest unconsciously, then turned his head hastily, his face flushed.Probably because he felt that his tone was too agitated just now, he tried his best to calm his emotions, and added softly: "Do you understand, A Tong?"

Seeing that Hitomi was obviously hurt by Sakumo's words, Harry was about to step forward to mediate, when a masked Anbu quietly landed on the roof next to him: "Griffin, the third generation is looking for you."

This is the first time in the years since he was brought under his command that Ri Zhan explicitly named him 'find him', which must be a very important and urgent matter.

Harry hesitated for a moment, took a last look at Sakumo and Hitomi on the other side of the street, and jumped up to the eaves to follow Anbu.