Chapter 2: Who are the wizards?
- So you tranfered me here somehow? - following Harry Potter, I asked.
The room with candles turned out to be a basement, from which we climbed into a large, but gloomy house. A gray light glimmered through the thickly curtained windows. It smelled of dust and cobwebs. I hope it's early morning in the local world, otherwise I don't really want it to be like this forever. The furniture was covered with gray rags. Harry sat down in a chair, gesturing invitingly to the sofa.
- You see, Naruto ... I'm a wizard.
- Hmmm, you said, but I didn't understand the meaning of this word, - I admitted. - Who are the wizards?
- These are people who can work magic ... Damn! I can't use a wand until the end of the summer, - he looked at me apologetically. - Kreacher! - suddenly loudly said Harry, and with a light pop, a half-naked, thin, bald mutant of a very repulsive appearance appeared in front of us.
Big ears, practically hanging on the shoulders, narrow eyes, a healthy hooked nose, pressed into his face, as if he had been driven there with a brick. I've seen enough of everyone in my life. Many who swallowed me ... I'm not squeamish at all. But this strange, wrinkled, skinny dwarf caused strange feelings of disgust until I looked into his eyes. Whoever he was, but he is an old man, and old age must be respected, otherwise I knew one grandfather ... And, despite his unprepossessing appearance, he felt some kind of hidden power. A recruiting animal of an unknown species? Or not an animal?
- Whatever Master Harry wants? - the creature croaked, not taking his eyes off me.
- Kreacher, bring us some food, - muttered "Master Harry" with a sidelong glance at me, and the strange dwarf disappeared.
- Was that your magic? - I asked sourly.
Something somehow not impressive, except for the phrase about food.
- And ... you were not afraid of him? .. - this skinny wizard drawled in bewilderment. - When I first saw a house elf, I almost screwed myself up. And the way they come and go. Didn't that impress you? True, it's strange that he didn't name you in any way, otherwise he usually grumbles and calls everyone names. Only he began to call me "master Harry", after the death of Sirius, - he darkened.
Kreacher appeared at the same place. In his hands he held a tray on which there were boxes, but I immediately noticed the sticks.
- Chinese food? - Harry asked in surprise. - Although, - he looked at me. - Pretty logical.
There were noodles with spices and meat in the boxes. Not bad, you can eat. And by the surprised look of this wizard and the way everything falls out of his hands, I realized that he was eating with chopsticks for almost the first time. It seems this Kreacher decided to please me, not his master.
- Magic is the appearance of something out of nothing, - Harry explained while we were eating. - I have a magic wand that helps me to conjure. Well ... I'm still learning how to do it. There are different kinds of magic. Fighting magic, protection from dark forces ... There is transfiguration, this is when the table turns, for example, into a pig. There is healing magic... There is a charm when, say, under their influence a person falls asleep, or becomes covered with acne, or laughs, or experiences pain and dies ... - he became sad.
- So, it's all about the wand? - I specified. - And without a wand, wizards cannot use this very magic?
- Well, yes, the wand is the converter of our magic, - Harry scratched his cheek. - One of the most effective ways to protect yourself is to knock the wand out hands with a spell. But there are still all sorts of potions that can act in any way. They can make you fall in love with someone, they can poison you, they can turn you into another person. And some adult wizards are capable of wandless magic ... Ah! Hermi said there was also mental magic. When they can read your thoughts or influence them, he rubbed his scar on his forehead.
- I see, - I sighed. It seems that this world has its own ninjutsu, iryojutsu and genjutsu. Only about taijutsu and fuinjutsu he said almost nothing.
- So your world also has magic? - Harry wondered. - You are very calm. Have you already been to other worlds?
- Well… - I scratched the back of my head. - If the world of talking toads counts, then yes, it did.
- The world of talking toads? - Harry's eyes, which turned out to be almost as green as Sakura's, doubled in size.
- Yeah ... But you'd better tell me everything about your godfather, who disappeared. And anout the situation in the world, so that I know how to help you.
- How old are you, Naruto? - Harry asked quietly.
- Sixteen recently knocked.
- And I'll be sixteen in a month, - he mused. - I'm an orphan. Until I was eleven I lived in a closet under the stairs with my relatives, and when at eleven I received a letter from Hogwarts, where they said that I was a wizard ... And then it turned out that I was famous, when I was just born, we had an Evil Wizard here, Dark Lord, people are still afraid to speak his name out loud. He heard some kind of prophecy about me that I would kill him, and decided to kill me earlier, - Harry rubbed his scar again.
- I was a year and several months old when Voldemort killed my parents, and then he wanted to kill me, but something happened or it went wrong and he died, and I still have this scar. After that, he tried to revive several times. I have lived all my life under the yoke of this prophecy. And every time I defeat him. He came back last year using me, my blood. He was reborn, and I told everyone about it, but no one believed me. They thought I was lying to become popular. The newspapers said that I was the boy who was lying. Only Headmaster Dumbledore believed, some of my friends and my godfather Sirius. In this house, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was organized to fight the Dark Lord, who hid after his rebirth. This summer, my friends and I decided ... to find a prophecy, because there were only rumors about it, and what everyone knew was not complete. We made our way to the Ministry of Magic, and there the Death Eaters, Voldemort's servants, were already waiting for us. In general, there was a turmoil, and Sirius, saving me, fell into the Arch of Death, - hastily, as if I was urging him on, he told me.
- I was returned to the Dursleys, - the guy continued. - But the next day I got a letter from a lawyer of the Black family. It was written there that I am becoming the owner of this house. My relatives got me so bad that in despair I shouted to Kreacher, remembering this brownie, who also passed on to me by inheritance. And he came. Elves are very powerful magical creatures. Kreacher brought me here, and averted my relatives' eyes, as if I was still with them, but punished and I sit in my room until the end of summer.
Harry paused, pursing his lips.
- It turned out that the house is closed to outsiders after the death of the owner. I wanted silence, peace and thought over everything ... Therefore, I did not tell anyone that I was here. To my friends ... In the summer they have their own lives, and seems that everyone is forgetting about me. I don't know how to explain it. And then I found the Black library and that grimoire ... And I summoned you.
- So how long has it been since your godfather fell into the Arch of Death? - I specified.
- Twelve days, - the guy turned noticeably pale.
- Hey, what's wrong with you? - I was surprised at his reaction.
- Sorry, Naruto, I'm a fool ... - he lowered his head. - I completely forgot that in the world of magic nothing happens for no reason. I'm still a bit of a Muggle. It didn't occur to me that as soon as I received the letter from the lawyer, it meant that the magic had declared Sirius dead ... And so it's true. He really died there.
- In my world, it is believed that if you protect people dear to you, then you can die for that, - I said, not knowing how to console him. An adult guy, dismissed snot, as if he would burst into tears right now.
- But still I would like to look at this Arch of Death. You can send my clone there to find out exactly.
- C-clone? - This wizard stared at me again.
- Well, yes, or several, - I nodded. He looked at me so incredulously that I wanted to pin up on him. Anyway, I spread the sadness-melancholy here, it's sick to look.
- Kage-bunshin-sexy-no-jutsu!
I created three girls, but, taking pity on the guy who was going through the death of the godfather, I did not show them naked. Yes, and it is little uncomfortable in front of their prototypes. True, only Ino remained unchanged, this blonde woman has everything in a bun, and her hair is long, pinned up in a high ponytail, and the body is quite open and appetizing. I "dressed" Hinata in a short top and shorts, otherwise she is always in some kind of baggy closed clothes, as if freezing in our subtropical climate. And so the chest of the princess of the Hyuga clan is excellent, and she herself, despite her eerily colorless eyes, is a pretty, aristocratic brunette with her hair down to her waist. Here I made Sakura's breasts a little larger, in any case she won't see, so I can dream up. Yes, and her short pink hair returned the length, as in childhood - to the shoulders.
Eh, girls, lovely sight ...
- Hi, - Ino winked, immediately starting to "process" the wizard. In this, our beauty among the kunoichi has no equal. I remember how she kept trying to seduce Uchiha Sasuke, but she was not even twelve ... At one moment she bare her shoulder, or let her hair down, and her blue eyes are very shameless. But will you really got this Sharingan avenger ... Eh, I was feeling nostalgic for something ...
After I returned to Konoha, Ino immediately lassoed me ... yeah, great nights. I also showed her a couple of "tricks". After a three-year journey with the pervert-godfather Jiraiya, I was able to pleasantly surprise. Hehe ...
- N-Naruto? - poor Harry began to stutter and blush, he looked from one girl to another.
- You can touch them. My clones are quite tough, unless you injure a vital organ they will disappear. By the way, these are my girl friends there ... I gave their images to my clones.
- Nice to meet you Harry Potter, I am Haruno Sakura, kunoichi and medic ninja, I love kittens and Sasuke. And also, for the fact that you don't like something about my appearance, I can punch it in such a way that I will crush your stupid head, Naruto! - The clone said very much like Sakura, emitting serious Haruno Yaki.
Goosebumps ran down my spine. Damn, for what I make Sakura?
- You are very beautiful, Sakura, - Harry timidly reassured the clone.
- What?! Look at her carefully, bespectacled man, - declared Ino, who immediately emerged from the image of the seductress. - She's loopy! And her chest is actually flat as a board, it was Naruto who attached the knockers to her.
I interrupted the harem technique before the fight started. Clones, when they and I do not want to do, sometimes behave inappropriately.
- Impressive, - Harry managed to say.
- They're not always like that, - I consoled him. - Just my girl friends are a little ... Well, in general ... When there is a specific task, they are serious.
- Wait a minute ... - he grimaced, rubbing his forehead scar again. - That pink haired girl, she said she was a ninja!
- Uh-huh. I already said that I am a shinobi.
- So shinobis are ninja? - Harry asked for some reason.
- Yes.
- We, more precisely, the Muggles, that is, ordinary people, as their wizards are called, also have ninjas, they once were in the East for a long time. These are people in masks who throw throwing stars and kill other people, and they also fight well, both with swords and with the help of such sticks on a chain, I forgot what they are called.
- Such "stars"? - I took out the shuriken from the pouch, which Harry took in his hands, carefully examined and cut himself on the tip. He shouted and then stuck his finger in his mouth.
- What are you, a fool? - I asked. - What if there would be poison? Many ninjas smear their weapons with poison, and you cut yourself on it, and even licked it to the pile.
The green eyes under the glasses became like those of a beaten dog, and the face took on a slightly bluish tint. When I was twelve, our captain also got stuck above me after being wounded, I will never forget how I was twisted with fear. But on the other hand, I remembered the safety rules for the rest of his life ... and tried not to put myself in crossfire anymore.
- Okay, untwist your knickers, there was no poison there, - I took pity.
It seems that in spite of the fact that the locals here have something like a chakra, they seem to rely on their own sticks a lot. And in general, judging by Harry, they behave like civilians. Or is it just this boy who-has-to-win-all-is the only one so impressionable?
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