Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 114 You want immortality too, Harry? (Second Update)

Dumbledore was stunned.

He wanted to pull Harry out from under the Invisibility Cloak, but the next second, he gave up.

"My child, I've thought that way too, but it's a dead end." Dumbledore turned around and glanced at the Mirror of Erised.

Everything there was so beautiful, like a miracle, like a real magical world.

Can----

"That was a dead end, a path no one had ever taken. A hundred years ago, there was an incredibly powerful wizard who wanted to realize this dream."

As Dumbledore spoke, his voice suddenly lowered.

"But do you know what he found when he walked down that road?"

"What did you find?"

Orochimaru asked curiously.

"grim Reaper."

When Dumbledore uttered those two words, he felt utterly absurd. He never imagined that he would one day be discussing this topic with Harry.

This was a secret that even Voldemort didn't know.

All of this is to nip potential problems in the bud.

Never, ever let anyone touch it.

"Wishes are beautiful, but sometimes beautiful wishes can cause disasters that affect the entire magical world."

As Dumbledore spoke, the talk about sex faded, and he even felt that everything was like a cycle.

After going around in circles, Harry seemed destined to walk down that path.

"I know about your friendship with Mr. Anguis, and I know you've been through life and death together. But promise me, if one day I'm gone, and Mr. Anguis goes down that path—"

Dumbledore's tone was chilling, like a general about to commit suicide, giving his last order to his men.

An order that must not be altered or disobeyed.

"We must stop him, or the entire magical world will cease to exist."

Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?

Even when he used the Impure World Reincarnation technique to bring the dead back to the world, the Sage of Six Paths didn't come out to cause him any trouble.

Besides, isn't your magical world best at creating bizarre and inexplicable things?

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes and remained silent in response.

He is not someone who will be intimidated by a few words; he only wants what he wants.

However, given that the opportunity for Dumbledore to mistake him for Harry was so rare, Orochimaru still wanted to know more information.

"But how can I tell if Slack has really gone down that path?"

"The ritual, the secret chamber, the tomb," Dumbledore said softly. "Like the Three Deathly Hallows, the wizard left behind three messages that no one knows."

"When you discover that Mr. Anguis has embarked on a path related to these three things, stop him, stop him at all costs."

"Can I trust you, Harry?"

Dumbledore asked in a deep voice.

Harry, no, the Orochimaru playing Harry, didn't immediately agree; that would certainly sound like a Gryffindor whose brains were clouded by passion.

But that kind of person was definitely not the Harry that Dumbledore expected, the one who could stop him.

His voice was hesitant and sorrowful, as if he had been forced to give an answer.

"I will do my best, Professor."

Dumbledore did not receive a satisfactory answer. He paused for a moment, as if he had finally made his final decision.

"I will do my best to prevent that from happening, son, believe me. This time, I will not fail again."

Before Harry could speak again, Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly and immediately disappeared into the corridor where the Mirror of Erised was kept.

In this way, Orochimaru is alone again.

He didn't carelessly remove the invisibility cloak; instead, he turned his head again and glanced at the Mirror of Eris that was placed there.

The image in the mirror remained unchanged, still reflecting his deepest desires.

It feels amazing.

The information Orochimaru received tonight was so alarming that he had to rethink his plans.

The secret of the soul, the secret of immortality.

That wizard from who-knows-when, and the legacy he left behind.

If I hadn't met Dumbledore tonight, I probably would never have found the way to the inheritance.

Ritual, secret chamber, tomb.

But where should I look for these three points?

Orochimaru instinctively reached for the Book of Prophecies of Abraham the Jew, but then he suddenly realized something.

If you follow the guidance of books in everything you do, you probably won't achieve anything.

What if it asks me to start a relationship again?

Unless he was driven to desperation, Orochimaru did not intend to ask about the so-called Book of Prophecy again.

In any case, tonight's gains were considerable, and it's worth making good plans for the future.

Orochimaru sorted through the information he had gathered that night and returned to the baptismal chamber where he and Harry had agreed to meet.

The two agreed to switch identities back here.

However, when Orochimaru saw Malford guarding the bathroom door through the invisibility cloak, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Is that you, Orochimaru?"

Especially after Harry's voice came out of Malfoy's mouth.

"Something went wrong, Jiraiya?"

Orochimaru instantly realized the problem.

Harry could have transformed into his own appearance, but instead he ended up looking like Malfoy, so something definitely went wrong.

Harry didn't answer; instead, he pushed open the door to the septic chamber and rushed inside.

The next moment, Orochimaru, wearing an invisibility cloak, silently closed the door and then took off the invisibility cloak.

"It's strange, does that old bat Snape have a crush on you?" Harry couldn't wait to ask as soon as he saw Orochimaru's face. "He's like a bat that's around you 24/7, never stopping for a moment."

Because that was Dumbledore's order.

Furthermore, the principal just gave you another instruction tonight, but you don't know it yet.

Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, remaining silent and gesturing for Harry to continue.

"That Malfoy is a fool too. I told him to distract Snape, and he just shot a spell at Snape. I really don't know what he was thinking."

"Did it hit?"

"How could that be!" Harry said irritably. "Snape just waved him away and told Malfoy to come to his office later for his solitary confinement."

"so----"

"So I took this opportunity to pretend to be Malfoy and escape from your Slytherin common room."

Harry said matter-of-factly, "The real Malfoy is still passed out in his dorm. You'll have to explain it to him yourself later."

As Harry took the Invisibility Cloak from Orochimaru, he asked curiously, "By the way, what interesting things did you encounter during your nighttime stroll tonight?"

Is it something fun?

Orochimaru thought about his friend who had caused him so much trouble, and then he couldn't help but think about what he had just done.

"It was mostly peaceful and went smoothly. I looked in the restricted book section, but didn't find any valuable information."

"Later, we went to the restricted area on the third floor, where we saw a magic mirror that could reflect the deepest desires in people's hearts, called the Mirror of Erised."

Harry listened listlessly, finding it all rather unexciting, nothing compared to the two adventures he and Orochimaru had experienced.

Even putting Voldemort aside, if the two of them teamed up, at least a professor would have to come out to stop them.

In the end, he simply walked around the campus under the moonlight, wearing an invisibility cloak, sneaked into the forbidden book section, looked at some books, and looked into a magic mirror that could reveal the deepest desires in a person's heart.

This sounds like a bedtime story to lull a child into bed.

"Oh, there's one more thing."

Orochimaru looked at Harry, whose face was etched with boredom, and said with a smile, "I also ran into Professor Dumbledore, who thought I was you."

"And then—" Harry sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop Orochimaru from continuing.

But it was too late.

"He asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted immortality, even if I were Harry Potter."

Orochimaru can swear an oath.

He had never seen Harry so pale before; the color was like the scales of his little white snake, Yennefer.