Orochimaru travels to Hogwarts

Chapter 39 Twins always have one who dies first, don't they?

When Orochimaru finished his morning training and returned to the Great Hall, the Hogwarts students were still asleep.

He does indeed have a good daily routine.

As part of the magic, breakfast would always appear out of thin air on the long table, as if an invisible pair of hands were preparing and serving it.

Orochimaru casually picked up a piece of buttered bread, cut it in half, spread some strawberry jam on it, and then slowly put it in his mouth.

Compared to military rations, this bread is simply indescribably delicious.

Orochimaru was very satisfied with this.

By the time he picked up another piece of bread and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, the students had begun to arrive at the auditorium for their meal.

Just like an infiltration mission, Orochimaru used the habits of a ninja to observe the students of the various Hogwarts houses.

Students who eat while reading are usually Ravenclaws.

Students who gathered in small groups, getting along well with each other, always wore Hufflepuff's yellow scarves.

As for Slytherin...

Orochimaru looked at his fellow Slytherins, who were sitting in the exact same positions as the night before, not daring to disrupt the order at all, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The hierarchical order here is comparable to that of the main and branch families of the Hyuga clan.

Of course, the Gryffindors could tell at a glance, because their rude noise could be heard even before they entered the Great Hall.

"Look! The heir of Slytherin is having a meal! His servants are circling around him!"

"George, those aren't his servants, those are his house-elves!"

The Weasley twins' teasing words immediately silenced the noisy environment as soon as they entered the Great Hall.

The Ravenclaws looked up from their books, sipping their pumpkin juice leisurely with an air of detached observation.

As for the Hufflepuffs, they were caught in a dilemma: whether the pie tasted better or the conflict at hand was more interesting.

But some people don't dwell on it.

The Gryffindors, who accompanied the Weasley twins into the Great Hall, cheered and shouted at Orochimaru, who was sitting at the long table eating.

It's nothing more than things like, "Show us your abilities, let us witness the curse passed down from Salazar Slytherin."

Harry was also in the crowd, his face flushed red, trying to stop the Weasley twins from bullying Orochimaru.

But as soon as he stepped forward, Ron grabbed him.

"Harry, the Slacks are Slytherin, we are Gryffindor!" Ron Weasley shook his head at Harry. "We'll be seeing this every day from now on, and you can't stop it every time."

Harry was about to retort when he saw Ron raise his hand and point towards the Slytherin table.

"And look, none of Slytherin has responded to this. If you stand up for Slyke, you'll only hurt him."

Harry paused, unsure of what to do.

He had a vague feeling that he should stand with his partner. But the Gryffindors surrounding him inadvertently separated him from Orochimaru.

Despite having no magic, Harry felt as if there was an impenetrable barrier between him and Orochimaru.

Hermione witnessed this as well, but she was equally powerless to do anything about it.

She now has little influence and was even ridiculed by her roommates for studying all night, who said she should go to Ravenclaw instead of Gryffindor.

but……

Hermione looked at the Slytherins sitting motionless at the long table and couldn't help but feel anxious.

These people are Slytherins too, so why don't they stand up and say a few words in support of Slytherin? Do they really enjoy watching their own people being humiliated by outsiders?

Hermione didn't know the reason, but Yena Yaxley, who sat at the Slytherin fourth-year table, knew it all too well.

Slytherin is not a united house. They are stitched-together creatures composed of small cliques, ordered by bloodline and power.

Without a long lineage or extraordinary strength, no one will lend a helping hand, no matter how much humiliation one suffers.

Slytherin was just that cold-hearted.

Yena Yaxley glanced around the long table, resignedly confirming her own belief. She listened quietly, intending to comfort Slack later.

He was just a first-year student, and he didn't even know a single spell. What could he possibly do in that situation?

Yena Yaxley was observing Orochimaru, and the Slytherins in her row were also observing this freshman who had made a name for himself the night before.

Those gazes contained scrutiny, envy, and disdain.

Without exception, all those who held these gazes wanted to know how Orochimaru would respond to the bullying from the Gryffindors.

He charged forward in a fit of rage to confront her, only to be knocked down by a curse that seemed to come out of nowhere.

Or should you pretend you didn't hear anything, quickly finish the food on your plate, and slink away?

They are waiting, they are observing.

Orochimaru, who had inexplicably become the center of attention in the auditorium, was holding the pumpkin juice he had just poured in his hands, slowly sipping it as if he were savoring tea.

It's a bit too sweet. Although it's great for replenishing energy, overly sweet food can wear down one's willpower.

Moreover, sweets always remind Orochimaru of Itachi Uchiha...

That was someone he simply couldn't like.

Thinking of this, Orochimaru picked up another egg and slowly began to peel it. After all, it was common knowledge that snakes liked to eat eggs.

Orochimaru's actions only excited the Gryffindors more.

Led by the Weasley twins, the Gryffindors practically ran to the edge of the Slytherin table and shouted enthusiastically at Orochimaru.

"Slytherin's heir! Must we speak Parseltongue for you to hear us?"

"This is a real challenge for me, Fred," George Weasley said, patting his brother on the shoulder. "We Gryffindors aren't exactly known for Parseltongue."

The twins sang in unison, and the Gryffindors surrounding them laughed heartily.

They laughed for a while, but the laughter subsided. Orochimaru was still leisurely eating his breakfast, peeling the round egg in his hand.

Honestly, this feeling is really weird.

They even felt that the person sitting across from them wasn't a first-year student, but an emotionless corpse.

Orochimaru showed no anger whatsoever, nor even a trace of emotion; he simply peeled the egg calmly.

If the victim of bullying remains indifferent, the bullying will inevitably become meaningless.

Harry knew this very well, and he couldn't help but admire Orochimaru's response.

Just then, footsteps could be heard in the distance.

Professor McGonagall, wearing her small square glasses, hurried into the Great Hall. As soon as she entered, she saw the Gryffindor students surrounding Orochimaru.

"What are you doing! George, Fred!" Professor McGonagall shouted the two troublemakers' names almost without thinking. "Get back to your seats now, and don't let me see you yelling at the freshmen again!"

"Okay, Professor."

"Yes, Professor."

The Weasley twins obeyed without hesitation and turned to leave.

Before leaving, the two couldn't help but glance at Orochimaru, wanting to know what kind of expression the Slytherin successor, who had just been saved by the professor, had now.

That coward must be ecstatic right now, right?

Thus, the Weasley twins and the rest of the Gryffindors witnessed a scene that was physically disturbing.

Orochimaru, like a snake, slowly swallowed a peeled egg.

Only after he had done all this did a look of regret appear on his face.

Orochimaru slowly stood up and, under the curious gaze of the Slytherins, walked slowly to the Weasley twins.

This behavior not only failed to gain the twins' approval of Orochimaru's courage, but instead made them despise him even more.

"Do we, the heirs of Slytherin, only dare to act under the professor's watchful eye?"

"That's how he shows his courage, George. You can't be so harsh on the heir of Slytherin."

The twins mocked each other in unison.

But as soon as they finished speaking, Orochimaru's face showed a leisurely smile, and his eyes even revealed a hint of appreciation as he looked at George Weasley and Fred Weasley with pleasure.

His actions left the twins completely baffled, and even the Gryffindors around them couldn't help but wonder if the heir of Slytherin had lost his mind.

But the next second, they realized they were very wrong.

"I like your childlike, innocent jokes," Orochimaru said with a loving expression, as if looking at a junior. "Only a child who has never killed anyone could say such a thing."

"Enough, Mr. Anguis," Professor McGonagall interrupted hastily, instinctively sensing that Orochimaru's next words would be cruel.

She interrupted too late.

"I hope that when you are holding your brother's corpse in the future, you will remember this joke."

As Orochimaru spoke, his gaze slowly swept over the Weasley twins' necks.

"After all, when brothers grow up together, one of them will always die first, won't he?"