r18novel Chapter 49 How was my move, Orochimaru?
Chapter 49 How was my move, Orochimaru?
This is no ordinary wizard; I must do everything in my power.
Quirrell, who shared the same thought, watched helplessly as all his spells, unleashed in unison, failed to hit their mark.
He now seriously suspected that the little wizard opposite him was an experienced Auror.
But which Auror never used a single spell from beginning to end?
"Hurry up, or they'll be here," Voldemort urged Quirrell from behind.
"I'll catch him right away, Master! Right away!"
Quirrell didn't dare to distinguish anything. His gaze swept over the withered branches and leaves on the ground, and as he looked at the moonlight that was divided into thin strips, an idea suddenly came to him.
Creatures that fight with their bare hands are no match for wizards.
Because they have magic!
Transfiguration!
With a wave of Quirrell's wand, the withered branches scattered on the ground instantly transformed into snakes.
Countless snakes left trails as they burrowed toward Orochimaru, resembling a grand biological migration.
But that's not enough!
Far from enough!
Quirrell waved his wand again, striking the trees standing by the lake.
One by one, the trees grew eyes, one by one grew hands and feet, and one by one crawled toward Orochimaru, like countless giant upright lizards.
Seeing this scene, watching the shapeshifting creatures rushing towards him like an army, Orochimaru had to admit that he had underestimated the wonders of the magical world.
Magic, indeed, is all just a bunch of inexplicable things.
He thought to himself, and calmly squatted down.
Ninjutsu is divided into seven types according to the nature of chakra.
There is yin and yang.
It includes wind, fire, thunder, earth, and water.
Each ninjutsu can be enhanced in its corresponding environment.
In the desert, even earth-burrowing can block out the sun.
In the dry summer, fire-style techniques are always able to destroy everything in their path.
On a night filled with lightning and thunder, lightning techniques can naturally unleash their full power.
And now?
Orochimaru leisurely looked at the calm lake in front of him, gazing at the starlight reflected on its surface.
Isn't this the perfect place to unleash Water Release techniques?
A sinister smile once again bloomed on Orochimaru's lips. No matter how much time had passed, he still vividly remembered the first B-rank ninjutsu he had learned.
The difference between Chunin and Genin is whether they can master a B-rank ninjutsu.
The former thus acquired tactical value, allowing an entire ninja squad to create an opportunity for him to kill in one strike.
The latter, without family inheritance, can only rely on the Three Body Techniques to pave a path to victory for the former.
This is the world of ninjas.
There was no pity or miracle, only cold reality!
Unlike inexplicable magic, every hand seal was so real and authentic!
Orochimaru...
Form hand seals!
Under the moonlight, his hands moved nimbly, fluttering like butterflies or like leaves being swept up by a whirlwind.
In the blink of an eye, all forty-four seals appeared, perfectly accurate and without the slightest error!
Under Quirrell's curious gaze, Orochimaru finished his hand seals and slammed his hands down onto the calm lake surface in front of him. Chakra surged within him, pouring into the lake.
Witness the power of ninjutsu, wizard.
Orochimaru grinned, then shouted:
"Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
hum!
The calm waters were suddenly stirred up by a storm!
Centered on the center of the lake, the lake, which was moving even without wind, suddenly went wild!
In the very center of that one and only calm place, a jet of water suddenly shot into the sky, instantly transforming into the shape of a dragon!
Roar!
The water dragon roared through the air, stirring up boundless water vapor, and charged towards the shapeshifting army of tree people and venomous snakes on the opposite bank of the river.
The water dragon struck, sending tree debris flying everywhere!
With a single swift movement of the water dragon, the venomous snake was pulverized!
From east to west, everything within sight was swept and destroyed by the water dragon, and there was no creature that could stop it.
Quirrell was stunned!
He simply couldn't think of any spell that could produce such an effect!
This is something no ordinary wizard could do.
Do not……
He had no time to think anymore; the army of shapeshifters he had created vanished in an instant, and the water dragon was now rushing toward him.
"Obstacles are numerous!"
"Obstacles are numerous!"
"Obstacles..."
Quirrell frantically pointed his wand at the water dragon, even mispronouncing the incantation.
But he dared not stop. He suspected that if he slowed down even a little, he would be smashed to pieces by that terrifying water dragon!
The water dragon struck by the curse, however, acted like a real dragon, constantly splashing water-based dragon scales.
but……
The water dragon's steps never stopped!
It pounced on Quirrell and crashed heavily into him.
"Armor for protection!"
Just as Quirrell felt he was about to be washed away by the water and turned into mincemeat, a cold voice suddenly rang out behind him.
An invisible suit of armor descended from the sky, completely enveloping him.
So Quirrell was like a boulder in the water, thrown into the air by the current, flipped in mid-air, and then crashed to the ground with a thud.
He was ultimately not turned into mincemeat by Orochimaru's Water Release: Water Dragon Bullet Technique.
Quirrell knelt on the ground, panting heavily. He was soaked to the bone, cold and terrified, feeling a sense of near-death experience, just like when he first encountered the Dark Lord.
Own……
I almost lost my life.
Quirrell's lips twitched slightly as he mechanically looked up at Orochimaru on the opposite shore of the lake, observing his every move.
Orochimaru didn't have any other ideas.
He was just a little disappointed.
Even if it's just Chunin-level chakra, as long as I have that power, I can use more ninjutsu to chase down the enemy while they are flying in the air.
It would never end in the same undefeated and unwinnable way as it is now.
Orochimaru slowly stood up, sizing up the enemy in the distance who seemed to still have some strength left, and sighed softly.
It's time to retreat.
Harry should be far away by now, and I just used a B-rank ninjutsu, so my chakra is almost depleted.
We can't really go and die here with some random enemy, can we?
Orochimaru stood with his hands behind his back, ready to unleash his Snake Substitution Technique at any moment. This was his trump card, his Substitution Technique.
Compared to a regular substitution technique, it makes it easier for enemies to misjudge one's own survival status.
After all, this is a ninjutsu that requires you to shed a layer of skin every time it is used, which is extremely painful.
Orochimaru thought leisurely, waiting for the wizard on the other side of the lake to make his move again.
Although the wizard had stood up, he did not raise his wand; he seemed to be waiting for a command.
Yes, Quirrell was indeed waiting for orders.
Because Voldemort, who was attached to the back of his head, was already getting annoyed.
"It's my turn."
Voldemort's order was brief and cruel; he denied Quirrell's abilities as a wizard and decided to personally end Orochimaru's life.
With no trees obstructing the view, the moonlight poured down, shining on Quirrell...
No, it shone on Voldemort's face.
Voldemort stared at Orochimaru on the opposite shore of the lake with the same indifference as if he were looking at a corpse.
This was also the first time Orochimaru had seen the appearance of his enemy. His eyes were equally cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead body.
but……
One thing that surprised Orochimaru was that the enemy he was fighting to the death with tonight also didn't have a nose.
He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, preparing to cast the Snake Substitute Technique.
At that moment, Voldemort raised his wand and began to chant his most familiar spell.
"Avada..."
Before Voldemort could finish his incantation, his scarlet eyes suddenly widened!
He saw a figure appear behind Orochimaru!
He'll never forget this person, even after he dies!
He had a long white beard, wore small glasses, was unusually tall, and wore a tall wizard's hat.
Even without the man chanting a spell, Voldemort could feel death rushing toward him.
It's Dumbledore!!!
Voldemort's head suddenly spun around, transforming into a black mist that swept up Quirrell and sent him hurtling into the distance like a cannonball.
Trees were knocked down and weeds were broken along the way. Neither the wind nor the moonlight could stop the black mist from fleeing.
In the blink of an eye, Voldemort vanished without a trace.
Orochimaru watched this outcome with some surprise, but also breathed a sigh of relief. The moment he saw the noseless enemy, he truly felt the threat of death.
Real, powerful, evil, with a flawed soul—very much like my former self…
Fortunately, Harry found Dumbledore.
Just as Orochimaru was about to turn around and express his gratitude to the headmaster who had come from afar, he saw Dumbledore's wrinkled old face and suddenly couldn't help but smile.
The smile was very innocent and childish, full of the smug satisfaction of a child who had successfully pulled off a trick.
Orochimaru's lips twitched, and a helpless smile involuntarily appeared on his face.
Under the moonlight, the two people, one tall and one short, looked at each other, and in the end, the taller one spoke first.
"How was my move, Orochimaru?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body slammed shut with a loud thud.
The white mist that had dissipated after the transformation spell hit Orochimaru in the face, and behind the mist was Harry's expectant face.
He desperately wanted to hear Orochimaru's evaluation of him.
"Jiraiya, your move..."
"Uh-huh?"
"cool."