[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

After making his decision, Harry immediately started intensive preparations.

This doesn't mean that he doesn't want to rush into the cell and take Yihe away, so that Yihe will suffer as little as possible. It's just a prison robbery. Rescuing people from the cell is only the simplest and most basic first step. Afterwards, how to get out of the body, instead of the two of them being arrested and locked up again, is the focus of everything.

Yihe doesn't know magic, and it's impossible for him to temporarily teach Yihe's entourage to appear; the port key can be considered, but the transfer of the port key is a great burden on the body. No need.So, after thinking about it for a while, he must abandon the shortcut that a wizard can take, and lead the prisoners to break out of the siege just like ordinary people.

It was wartime, and Shayin was heavily guarded. Once the alarm sounded, the whole village would enter a state of martial law within 2 minutes. The village gates would be closed, and the organs would be in place. Suspicious people still moving on the street could be shot into a sieve at any time.

Even if they successfully leave this bunker with complete military power, what awaits them outside is a vast expanse of desert. While dealing with the sand ninjas chasing and intercepting them, they also have to withstand multiple tests of exposure to the sun, heat, drought and sandstorms.

After leaving the country of wind and entering the border of the country of fire, one cannot relax.

Harry is a double agent sent by Konoha to Sand Yin. Only the high-level people know about it. In the eyes of other Konoha ninjas, he is a traitor who had an affair with Sand Yin and was listed on the list of traitors by Konoha.The supreme commander of the border guards stationed on the border during the war has absolute decision-making power. If they find a threat, they can intercept it first and then report it. If you cut it off, it would be embarrassing.

Even if the commander is lenient and agrees to send a letter to his superiors to verify the situation, there is no guarantee that Konoha's senior management will not feel that he has turned against Sand Yin and lost his due use value, and instructs the commander to kill him on the spot to prevent future troubles— —Refer to Yihe’s sudden appearance at the bag capture scene, the probability of this happening is not low.

All in all, the matter of robbing the prison can be said to be a mess, and it must be discussed in the long run.

Harry activated all the brain cells in his life, mobilized all the dark lines and resources he could use, and tried his best to pave the way for this escape.

There is only one chance, only success, no failure.

Harry originally planned to spend a few days to thoroughly arrange all the details in place, choose two or three routes, and set four or five plans to ensure everything is as safe as possible.

But the next evening, he went to the torture department to visit the squad again, and when he saw the horror in the compartment, he couldn't help it.

Yihe once used the bone shrinking method to break free from the shackles when the guards were slack, but he was discovered before he could escape and was dragged back by force.After learning a lesson, the person in charge of interrogating him no longer bound him with shackles or ropes, but directly pierced his shoulders with finger-thick chains, and locked him firmly on the rack.

This is a long torture, dozens of hours of continuous torture, only occasionally leaving a gap of more than ten minutes in the middle, allowing the medical ninja to simply heal the wound and barely hang a life.

The bones were broken and reconnected, the blood coagulated and flowed again, and after only one day, the number of new injuries added to the body was shocking.

However, Yihe was born with a certain tenacity, not a forced resistance, but an arrogance from the depths of his bones and blood. It is not sharp and aggressive, but it cannot be ignored. It is obvious that the body has been tortured to the point of weakness Even though he was trembling, his eyes were still looking at people like he was looking at a group of clowns.

"Oh, look, I haven't seen such a hard nail for a long time." The interrogator lifted the prisoner's chin with a rolled thorn whip, excitedly, "Look carefully, this face looks really good, let me see it." People... want to destroy it."

For a moment, he felt the ultimate killing intent coming from behind him, as if a carnivorous beast was staring at him, and would pounce on him at any time, break his neck, tear his throat, and eat his bones flesh.

He turned around sharply, there was no beast behind him, it was just a gray-haired young man.

The other party didn't change his face, and even smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and it seemed a bit sinister: "Don't do unnecessary things, I only care about information."

"We don't have much time, and the three generations of adults are urging you. I hope you will speed up the progress, lest the superiors hold you accountable for your ineffectiveness."

Throwing down a sentence that was half a threat and half a warning, Harry turned around and left. The moment he stepped out of the dungeon, the setting sun rushed towards his face, and it fell on his retinas, a dazzling red.

He closed his eyes hard, only to feel that the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and his internal organs were all messed up.

He had seen the methods of torture before, and he knew that physical pain was only the beginning, and after that, the punishment would gradually intensify until the personality of the person being interrogated was completely destroyed from body to heart.The group of people in the torture department have a lot of ways to make people want to die.

Just as he had made up his mind to rob the prison at the beginning, he decided not to think too much about it, and left tonight.

Pretending to be shopping for dinner, Harry strolled around the street, stopping in front of large and small stalls, haggling over prices and secretly arranging everything that needed to be arranged.

He was surprisingly calm, exuding an unprecedented chilling aura around him, so much so that even the scorpions who came to look for him were frightened.

The kid stopped four or five meters away from him, observed his expression, and called out hesitantly, "...Mr. Sa?"

Harry took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience and violence, waved his hands, and called Scorpion to him.

He bent down, stroked the soft red hair, and patiently told him: "Go home early tonight, and then stay at home obediently, don't go out and run around."

Scorpion blinked his eyes and asked, "Why?"

"There's going to be a storm tonight, and it's dangerous, and your little body won't be able to handle it," Harry said. "This is for your safety, please."

Because of his precocious personality, Xie is not the kind of brat who would mess around and mess around. Hearing this from the respected elders, he nodded in agreement.

Harry thought for a while, and then said: "Scorpion, you remember, no matter what happens, you must first protect yourself under any circumstances. Your life is still very long, and things that you can't understand now will one day be clear to you. You have to grow up well, do what you want to do, protect those you want to protect, and become what you want to be."

He put one hand on that immature shoulder, squeezed it twice, straightened up, and waved: "Okay, let's go back today."

After seeing off the little scorpion, Harry went straight home, fed Irene, took her out of the house and let her fly, then packed up her luggage, and finally sat on the sofa, quietly waiting for the time to come.

Because the temperature will drop sharply after nightfall, the residents in the desert have been following the law of life from sunrise to sunset. After the sun has completely set, few people can be seen on the street, except for the guards who patrol every hour. It was all empty, and only the sound of the wind blowing across the ridge of the roof could be heard, like weeping and complaining.

When Harry slipped into the dungeon under the cover of the Disillusionment Charm, he was surprised to find that in the compartment at the end of the corridor, the interrogation that should have been going on had stopped for some reason, and the torturers stayed in the opposite lounge, sitting by the brazier There was a fire on the bed, and only the guards remained in the corridor, working hard and fulfilling their duties.

A medical ninja was checking the prisoner's physical condition. After confirming that he was alive, he quickly packed up his things and left. The cell fell into darkness again, dark and cold, silent and lifeless.

Surprised, Harry couldn't have let go of such a good opportunity, slipped into the door on the doctor's heels, and quietly approached the person who was still hanging.

Even though he tried his best to keep his movements as light as possible, when he pulled the chain out of the bloody wound, a stream of dark red and black blood still came out.

The body of his subordinate trembled reflexively, and there was an overwhelmed "cluck" sound from his throat.

"Shhh. Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you." Harry softly comforted him, his hands kept moving, he pulled Yihe from the rack, supported his body that was slumped down feebly, and wiped Bai Xian to the worst wounds.

His worries were completely unnecessary, Yihe no longer had the strength to struggle, and even his consciousness was not clear, his head was heavy on his shoulders, his face was pressed against his neck, his lips moved slowly, and he murmured something.

Harry listened carefully during the interval of healing, only to realize that what Yihe was repeating over and over again was——

"kill me."

"Killed me, ruined my eyes."

Harry's heart throbbed with pain, he pulled himself together, and teased, "Then I can't bear it, if you die, wouldn't such a pretty face be for nothing?"

no respond.

The head on the shoulder slid down along the arc of his shoulder unconsciously, and even the center of gravity of the whole body was tilted to the side, almost bringing him to the ground together.Presumably, Yihe was exhausted by the continuous torture. After waking up for a while, he fell into a coma again under the dual effects of cold and blood loss.

Not daring to delay, Harry simply pretended to be there, cast a Feather Charm on Yihe, picked him up, and slipped out through the half-open door.

After reaching the stairs in the basement, the abnormality in the cell was discovered. The torturers were bluffing, panicked but not in a panic. Some of them were searching inside the dungeon, while others came straight for the stairs.

Before the dungeon was closed, Harry ran up to the ground in three and two steps. With a movement of his fingertips, there was a dull explosion from the ground, and even the ground trembled slightly.

The nearby guards noticed the movement, sounded the alarm, and rushed over to provide support.

Harry hid in the shadows with his arms in his arms, and narrowly missed them. A sand ninja vaguely sensed something was wrong, and turned back to check.

Before he had time to take a closer look, he was attracted by the sound of several explosions from far and near, and the flames shot up into the sky, turning half of the night sky red.

"The office building is on fire! Rescue!" Someone shouted.

"The Kazekage mansion is under attack! Cover!" Someone shouted again.

The figures were swaying, the voices were buzzing, and the quiet night was broken by the bustle.

Harry climbed up the wall surrounding Sand Hidden Village and glanced back.

He vaguely recalled that many, many years ago, Konoha on the other side of the desert and forest had such a moonlit night and the same scene.People were shouting loudly, the fire was burning vigorously, and he quietly completed the fateful encounter in a remote corner of the yard.

He tightened his arms, hugged the person in his arms tighter, and jumped off the high wall without hesitation.

Five miles outside the Hidden Sand Village, there is a resting place that Harry asked his informant to prepare in advance.

A huge rock protruded from the ground, extending obliquely upwards, forming a natural safe haven below, barely enough for two people to accommodate.

Harry put Yihe down, rummaged through his pocket for the blood tonic and stamina potion, unscrewed the cap, and brought it to Yihe's mouth.

The wounded patient was still in a coma, instinctively clenching his teeth tightly, unwilling to open his mouth.

Harry wasn't afraid of waste, so he held the opponent's chin and slowly poured down the potion bottle after bottle.

Finally, some liquid seeped into the mouth through the gap between the teeth, moistening the dry throat a little bit, Yihe coughed twice, and woke up again leisurely.

Realizing that he was taken out of the prison in Yinsha Village, he was not very happy. On the contrary, his eyebrows were immediately twisted together, forming a dignified knot.

His eyes were still open, so he said anxiously: "Eyes..."

Harry didn't understand, so: "What?"

Yihe tried his best to raise his eyes to look at him, but only his left eye was exposed, and the eyelid on the other side was still drooping weakly, revealing a small dark gap, empty.

Harry had some bad feelings.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yihe said, "They took one of my eyes."

The rage was so overwhelming that it almost consumed his sanity, and Harry began to regret, wondering why he hadn't jinxed the gang of perverts before leaving.

But the most urgent thing is to escape, he can't cause unnecessary trouble for revenge, so he can only grind his teeth to suppress the fire pressure, lift the blanket on the side, take out the food and water that he has prepared in advance, and comfort the wounded softly Su: "Don't think about it, life-saving is the most important thing. Drink some water and eat something, and hurry up to replenish your strength. We have to continue to set off at dawn."

Yihe turned his head to avoid the water bottle he brought to his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice with difficulty but insisted: "The family rules, the blood succession limit... the white eyes can't be left outside. I lost the eyes, and I have to take responsibility."

"Just in your current state?" Harry really didn't have much affection for the pedantic and backward Hyuga Clan. Now that he couldn't protect himself, all he could think about was that the blood of the family couldn't be leaked out, which made him a bad person in the first place. The mood got worse, and he said in a bad mood, "I rescued you with great difficulty, is it because I want you to turn back and die?"

Yihe didn't speak, and looked at him with his mouth pursed, his familiar stubbornness and stubbornness in his eyes.

The two of them stalemate silently for a while, Harry sighed and stood up: "Eat something and have a good rest, I'll help you deal with it."

He pulled the veil over his face and returned to Shayin Village, where he had just left.