dmims Chapter 25 Yena Yaxley
Chapter 25 Yena Yaxley
Time flew by, and when Orochimaru arrived at Gringotts, he had a thought.
If I have the chance, I must study the bodies of these fairies to see if their source of magic is the same as mine.
At least……
I haven't dissected such a creature myself.
With this thought in mind, while sitting on the Gringotts Vault roller coaster, Orochimaru's gaze couldn't help but fall on the handrails that pulled the car along.
Gripping Ring was the goblin staff member who greeted him and Harry.
He first led Orochimaru and his group to the 1664 Vault, where he showed them the legacy left to Orochimaru by his mother in his new body.
Forty Galleons, plus twenty Silver Sickles, and a number of Bronze Nats.
Orochimaru carefully examined each item, but felt a pang of regret. The amount was much lower than he had expected.
After Hagrid mysteriously retrieved what Dumbledore had stored away, the group arrived at the Potter family's vault number 713.
"Your parents really left you a fortune, Harry." Orochimaru looked at the vault filled with Galleons, a rare hint of emotion in his voice.
"Indeed... a lot..."
Harry could hardly believe his eyes. He first took off his glasses, vigorously wiped the lenses, and then put them back on to confirm.
"Is all of this true?"
Harry's voice trembled slightly.
Orochimaru glanced at Hagrid, who was also somewhat surprised, before gently patting Harry on the shoulder.
"If you feel that too much wealth is a burden, I can help you digest some of it. I guarantee I can definitely spend it all."
Orochimaru's teasing words instantly brought Harry back to reality.
Harry grinned, then eagerly ran to the mountain of Galleons and swept them off one by one with a small cloth bag he had prepared beforehand.
Orochimaru did a rough calculation for him and found that he had about eighty gold coins, which was more than twice the amount of his mother's inheritance.
"Slack!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as he ran to Orochimaru, clutching a cloth bag full of Galleons. "This money is enough for us to graduate from Hogwarts!"
He was so happy that he didn’t notice Hagrid puffing his beard and glaring at him.
While the Potters left Harry a large sum of money, there was absolutely no need for them to cover the tuition fees for another student.
Moreover, this student...
Not only did he disrespect Dumbledore, but his temperament was also very strange, like a cold, slimy snake, which Hagrid disliked very much.
"Harry, you're going to be studying at Hogwarts for six years," Hagrid's booming voice interrupted Harry's excited words.
Harry was taken aback when he heard this.
It wasn't that he was afraid to spend money on Orochimaru, but rather that he remembered his friend also had pride. His public approach might embarrass him.
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But Harry was unaware that Orochimaru's mind was now completely filled with another memory.
The Three Forbidden Rules of Ninjas.
The first prohibition is to squander one's mission funds without considering saving.
The second prohibition is to indulge in alcohol and hallucinogenic drugs, disregarding one's health.
The third taboo: women who don't know how to love themselves.
Orochimaru consistently adhered to these three prohibitions; he neither gambled nor drank excessively. In contrast, the white-haired, overly friendly man would always pat himself on the shoulder and laugh heartily as he asked to borrow money.
"Orochimaru! Friends should share money! You lent me one million taels, and I'll pay you back double after I receive my royalties!"
When he defected from Konoha, Jiraiya owed him a total of 300 million ryo.
Thinking of this, Orochimaru exerted force again and slapped Harry's shoulder hard.
"Harry, partners have a duty to share resources. I won't feel embarrassed, you don't need to worry!" Orochimaru said softly, adding leisurely to himself...
I won't feel embarrassed until I've spent all 300 million.
Who told you to inherit Jiraiya's name?
Harry was completely taken aback by Orochimaru's decisiveness, and his excitement was immediately evident on his face, much to Hagrid's dismay.
He had never seen anyone so eager to give money to others.
Led by the wealthy Harry, the three of them went on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley, listening to the cries of "Dragon liver, the ultimate aphrodisiac."
First, I bought textbooks at Flourish and Blotts, and then I went to Ollivanders to buy wands.
Harry's wand is a bit special; according to Ollivander's description, it should have the same core as the wand used by Voldemort, who killed his parents.
As for Orochimaru's magic wand...
"This...this was commissioned by a wizard a hundred years ago. I remember he was a transfer student who started in the fifth grade." Ollivander examined the wand in Orochimaru's hand, trying hard to recall. "But I don't know why he didn't come back to pick it up. It's really strange."
Strange?
Orochimaru gently twirled his wand, looking at the wand that was supposedly made with the beard of an unknown wizard as its core, and laughed self-deprecatingly.
For ninjas, weapons and ninja tools are not essential; they are merely toys for the weak.
But for wizards, this wand has become their second life, so they have to be careful.
He couldn't say which was better, but he had no intention of distinguishing between them.
"Alright, the next item on the list is buying wizard robes." Orochimaru turned to Harry and said, "Can your savings cover this kind of expense?"
"No problem!"
Harry exclaimed excitedly.
He felt very happy to be able to spend money on his friends!
Seeing this, Hagrid could only sigh inwardly, then mumbled a warning to Harry:
"Don't spend too much money; there will be many more places to spend money in the future. Also..."
Hagrid squinted and calculated the time.
"Harry, your birthday is in three days, isn't it?" Hagrid's massive body shifted uneasily. "I'm planning to give you an early birthday present. You...you'll accept it, won't you?"
Orochimaru gave Hagrid a strange look, while Harry looked flattered.
He nodded blankly, then saw Hagrid dash away, seemingly heading to a pet store.
"Alright, let's move on to the last item for today." Orochimaru glanced at the sign not far away: "Madame Malkin's Clothing Store."
The two entered the clothing store hand in hand, only to learn that Madam Malkin was preparing a dress for a witch, and only two shop assistants were there to serve them.
Hogwarts uniforms are standardized, differing only in the fabric. Both Harry and Orochimaru chose the more common style—
The wool was woven into a plain robe, and a coating was applied that made it easy to clean with magic.
Orochimaru was very interested in this, while Harry was still somewhat at a loss, clearly not used to the magical measuring tape that automatically measured him.
Madam Malkin soon emerged from the dressing room where witches were measured and came to Harry's side.
The short, plump witch looked at Harry with delight and said in a light tone:
"When Lily and James first came here, they were about your size!" Madam Malkin chuckled as she personally adjusted Harry's measurements.
She even lowered the magic curtain for privacy.
Orochimaru was not interested in this at all; he always felt that the wizard's robe was somewhat restrictive and not conducive to his physical techniques.
Just then, the witch who had been in the fitting room came out.
As soon as the witch came out of the dressing room, she went straight to the cubicle where Harry was.
She was tall and voluptuous, with long, beautiful chestnut-colored hair. Her violet eyes would naturally exude a disdainful expression as she breathed.
Orochimaru quietly observed those eyes, as if watching a windmill being blown by the wind.
His leisurely demeanor surprised the witch. Before she even reached Harry, she stopped and squinted at Orochimaru.
"Your demeanor and bearing far surpass those of the Malfoy fools," the witch said with satisfaction. "It seems Slytherin will have a few true pure-blood noble wizards this year."
As the witch spoke, she nodded to Orochimaru with satisfaction, inviting him to introduce himself with her violet eyes.
Orochimaru remained unmoved.
"That's quite interesting. You're Slack, right? A clever guy who's already befriended Harry Potter." The witch winked mischievously at Orochimaru. "Write down my name, Yena Yaxley."
Yena Yaxley.
Orochimaru chewed on the somewhat familiar surname and immediately understood the witch's background.
This is a witch who sees bloodline as life itself, and is of the same race as the mother of her new body.
"Alright, stop looking at me like that. Pureblood marriage partners are incredibly rare." Yena Yaxley lightly tapped Orochimaru's shoulder. "If you don't want to marry a stupid mud-blood witch in the future, remember to come find me."
"I have no intention of getting married," Orochimaru said calmly.
"Ha, who knows what the future holds?"
Elizabeth Yaxley smiled nonchalantly, turned and left, leaving Orochimaru alone with a frown.
He dislikes the feeling of being deliberately approached by women, as if an invisible hand is pushing him towards a romantic relationship.