dmims Chapter 58 I never let anyone make conditions for me.
Chapter 58 I never let anyone make conditions for me.
Chapter 58 I never let anyone make demands of me (Eighth update, two more updates still being written)
Orochimaru was completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.
He sat on the bed in the school hospital, examining his right foot, which had lost its bones.
It's a strange feeling, like an eraser. You can feel it, you can feel it, but you just can't move it, and it shakes around randomly.
He poked his right toes, observed the speed at which the flesh bounced back, noted down all the experimental data, and then turned to look at the bone-regenerating liquid placed on the cabinet.
This was urgently sent by Professor Snape; in his words—
"It will hurt a little tonight, but this bottle will be enough to make your foot fully recovered."
It's another inexplicable magic trick.
Orochimaru shook his head slightly and stuck out his tongue to taste the flavor of the bone-regenerating broth.
It tasted sour and astringent, like rotten blood.
But it really suited Orochimaru's taste; he tilted his head back and drank the Life-Giving Water in one gulp.
In an instant, a piercing pain began to spread in his right foot, as if the bone was actually growing there.
Only then did Orochimaru have time to recall the instructions given by Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall.
"Don't tell anyone about what happened tonight. We hope you and Harry can keep it a secret."
"If anyone asks, just say you kicked a stone infused with dark magic, which caused you to break your right foot."
The two professors seemed afraid that news of their victory over the mysterious wizard would get out.
Orochimaru thought to himself leisurely, his expression becoming increasingly amused.
No one can live without a story.
A ninja cannot exist without legends.
Since they don't want their story to spread, then I need the news to spread even more.
only----
What method should be used?
Orochimaru thought of Harry, but then gently shook his head. This Jinchūriki, the savior wizard, was probably under close surveillance. As for others—
Orochimaru, however, was somewhat reluctant to do it.
After all, it's completely different for someone else to actively promote your reputation and for you to ask someone else to promote it.
Self-praise will always make you look foolish.
Just as Orochimaru was pondering, a series of sparse footsteps suddenly sounded at the door.
"Shrek—hahaha—Shrek—" Draco Malfoy's voice suddenly rang out at the doorway, "I'm coming in!"
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Whoosh!
Draco Malfoy flung open the door, and his face, adorned with two curses, appeared before Orochimaru.
How should I describe it?
It's like a rabbit with Draco Malfoy's face, or Hermione Granger's front teeth magnified two thousand times.
Although the magic was gradually diminishing in Malfoy, causing his front teeth to shrink, he still looked ridiculous.
Orochimaru struggled to recall the bloodbath of Toyama in his past life before he managed to suppress the smile that was creeping onto his face.
But after that, Orochimaru became curious.
How did you know I was here?
Orochimaru asked softly, his gaze leisurely sweeping over Malfoy.
Malfoy was taken aback by Orochimaru's gaze. He had originally wanted to maintain his composure, but for anyone, it's difficult to maintain pride while showing off a prominent front tooth.
Not to mention, Malfoy now needs Orochimaru's help.
He desperately suppressed the urge to burst into laughter and told the whole story.
From the moment the three groups were preparing to join forces to reject Orochimaru and ordering him to relay a message to Orochimaru, to when Pipi suddenly appeared in the lounge, defeated Orochimaru and Professor Quirrell, and nearly killed Quirrell.
Later on, whether it was because the spell's effect finally wore off or because Malfoy became increasingly agitated, his protruding front teeth actually shrank back.
Thus, Malfoy's words became clear.
"William Flint sent me to inform you that if you're willing to join the Cursed Group, he'll offer you treatment beyond your wildest dreams!"
As Malfoy spoke, he immediately recalled the terms William Flint had offered him.
"We can join Slytherin's Quidditch team, and we can even join the Cursed group in our first year."
"Think about it, once the upperclassmen graduate, who has as much experience as us? We'll be the group leader and deputy group leader then!"
"Especially—" Malfoy counted on his fingers for Orochimaru, "we might even become class leaders, after all, the leader of the Cursed Squad has a tradition of becoming class leaders."
Malfoy kept rambling on and on, while Orochimaru listened attentively.
But after he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became tense, as if he were confessing his love to his sweetheart.
"There's one thing I need a definite answer to," Malfoy said in a deep voice, "Did you really defeat Professor Quirrell?"
"What do you think?" Orochimaru replied leisurely.
The bone-regenerating elixir had taken effect, and he could feel his feet growing back.
Orochimaru then leaped off the bed and strolled leisurely beside Malfoy, each step landing on the beating of Malfoy's heart.
"I want to hear your thoughts because you're not firm enough."
Yes, not firm enough.
Orochimaru had seen countless people, and children like Malfoy were even more numerous. How could he not know the suspicion and fear in Malfoy's heart?
Moreover, if Malfoy really did get into the school infirmary without any hindrance by using the prefect's pass, how could he have such an enormous front tooth?
"I... I originally wanted to believe you completely." Malfoy carefully chose his words, afraid of displeasing Orochimaru, "but on the way here, I ran into Potter and the three Weasley brothers."
Oh?
Orochimaru raised an eyebrow, and his usual sinister smile returned to his lips.
"What did they say?"
"They said you kicked a stone with dark magic, which is why you got injured and ended up in the school hospital. It has nothing to do with Quirrell."
After Malfoy finished speaking, he became troubled.
On the one hand, as a Slytherin, he would never believe Gryffindor's words.
On the other hand, it makes more sense for Slack to kick a stone with dark magic than for him to defeat Professor Quirrell in a duel.
Malfoy stared intently at Orochimaru, wanting an answer from him.
But what's so difficult about answering that?
After hearing Malfoy's words, Orochimaru only felt amused, as if everything was developing in the direction he had hoped for.
He strolled to the front of the school clinic, slowly bent down, and picked up the notice board on the ground.
That wooden sign was specially left to prevent visitors from disturbing the patient. The portrait of Madame Pomfrey carved on it was so lifelike that she would even yell at anyone who came near, "Hospitalized, do not disturb!"
After hanging the sign on the door of the school clinic, Orochimaru turned around and leisurely looked at Malfoy.
When organizing forces and recruiting people, the first person is always the hardest to win over.
This person must be carefully selected.
This person must be infinitely obedient to himself and extremely loyal to himself.
In addition, he must have a distinguished background or great potential so as not to hold himself back in the future.
Only when all three are present can one be a qualified follower, able to dance to one's fingertips, and willing to give one's life when necessary.
Orochimaru pondered slowly, his gaze towards Malfoy becoming more deliberate.
Orochimaru was clearly looking at Malfoy, but he didn't say anything. He just calmly and silently stared into Malfoy's eyes and at his golden hair.
Silence always has power.
When a person lacks self-confidence, this force can always overwhelm them.
Malfoy clearly didn't hear a word, Orochimaru clearly didn't make any promises, and Orochimaru didn't even refuse.
but!
Malfoy still felt cold sweat pouring down his back and felt like he was suffocating.
I don't know how much time passed, or it seems that time didn't pass at all.
Orochimaru spoke again.
His expression was calm and solemn, resolute and cruel, as if he were not responding to Malfoy's earlier terms and trust, but rather announcing his verdict.
"I'm not used to having others set conditions for me," Orochimaru chuckled sinisterly, examining the lines on his palm. "Anything you can't decide for yourself is a lie. Do you understand that, Malfoy?"
"Then—what do you want?" Malfoy swallowed hard and asked instinctively.
"I need something, for example—" Orochimaru slowly pointed to Malfoy, "your trust."
"Trust? Don't I trust you enough?"
"Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but what you did wasn't trust; it was just a choice based on reality."
Orochimaru narrowed his eyes, and the faces of the ninjas from the Sound Village flashed before him one by one.
"What I need is complete, unconditional trust."
"I need you to stop thinking for me, you—"
"Is it possible?"
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