[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

Harry stretched his muscles, stood up, tidied up the messy table, and turned to check the results of the orange water.

When he saw the uncle's body after the 'operation', he felt a "thump" in his heart.

Undoubtedly, when the orange water knife is used, it must try not to damage healthy tissues as much as possible, but the internal blood vessels of the human body extend in all directions, and after a period of time has passed after the injection, the body that has undergone cutting and removal can only be repaired with a thousand holes. describe.

Harry couldn't help but look at Orange Water with admiration: To perform this kind of operation on someone he respects and admires like his father is almost equivalent to dissection, not to mention whether it is emotionally acceptable or not, the guilt during the process is enough to overwhelm people .

It was hard for him to imagine how a ten-year-old girl could overcome her aversion and finally persevere to the end.

Well, he has to find an opportunity to give Orange Water psychological counseling later.

Harry secretly remembered this, and continued to think about the follow-up work.

Now it seems that there are a lot more wounds to be treated than expected. Fortunately, he made some more just in case. The sum of all the amount should be enough. At worst, he will use Baixian to soak the uncle in a bath.

But the uncle's left hand... His eyes turned to the part of the uncle's body with the most green light.

Probably because the injection shot hit the left arm, the entire arm was covered with bright green spots from the fingertips to the shoulder, from the skin to the deep muscles, nowhere was spared.

Orange Water really didn't have room for the knife, so he skipped the entire left arm and left it to Harry to figure out what to do.

Harry...he had no choice but to amputate his leg.

Children who have just entered ninja school know what losing an arm means to a ninja who needs two-handed mudra.But compared with life, what is a career?

Harry didn't hesitate for long before making up his mind.

He transformed the hospital bed into a bathtub just big enough to accommodate the size of the uncle, poured all the white fresh into the mixture, and added some water to make the liquid level reach the edge of the bathtub.

Then, he cast a time-stop magic on the uncle, and asked the orange water to help lift the uncle from the magic circle, put him into the tub, and soak his whole body in the diluted white fresh water.

After finishing all this, Harry looked up at Orange Water, and said seriously: "Orange Water, the next step is the last step, I'm actually not sure whether our efforts will be of any use, if..."

He didn't say anything after that.

Cheng Shui looked at him, a little dazed.

She has always regarded the person in front of her as an unreliable peer of the same age. He has a strange (and has always been useless except for housework) blood inheritance limit, full of bad things, and thinks about how to play tricks on her all day long.

But at this moment, he has changed from his usual idleness, his eyes are focused, his expression is dignified, and the breath around him is peaceful, steady, and reliable, with the heaviness accumulated over the years, which is no less than her teacher.

So she picked up the conversation and said, "If——if you fail, I don't blame you. You did your best, brother."

Harry smiled at her, bent down, and snapped off the uncle's left arm.

The shackles of magic stopped when he left, the limbs began to twist and deform, and the elbow joints swelled and swelled strangely, and then a plant penetrated from under the skin, grew thicker rapidly, and supported the entire severed arm with blood break apart.

Harry frowned uncomfortably and tossed it aside.

Then, he took a breath and canceled the spell cast on the uncle.

The blood immediately smeared in the bathtub, dyeing the originally clear water into a turbid crimson, with bright green spots floating in it, like fireflies dotted in the night.

The uncle twitched reflexively due to the severe pain, and even showed symptoms of opisthotonus.Harry was worried that the effect of the medicine would be affected, so he didn't dare to use magic indiscriminately, so he could only use the most primitive method to forcefully push the uncle back into the water.

The strength of the two confronted each other, and Harry was still a child physically, unable to fight against the strength of an adult, and after a fight, it was inevitable that he would be soaked by the splashing water.

"Orange water!" He gritted his teeth and shook his wet hair, shouting, "Help me get the blood tonic!"

The wounded patient's struggle did not last for a few seconds. As soon as Orange Shui handed over the blood tonic, the uncle collapsed, apparently in shock under the dual effects of pain and blood loss.

Harry propped up the uncle's body and took a look, confirming that most of the small wounds had healed, and the larger wounds were almost healed under the action of Bai Xian. He was slightly relieved, but his hands kept biting open the bottle cap Bring the glass bottle to the uncle's mouth.

The uncle has received relevant training. Even when he was unconscious, his teeth were still clenched tightly. When a bottle of blood tonic was poured down, almost all of it flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

If the internal injury such as blood loss is serious, it will not kill people on the spot; if it is not serious, it cannot be delayed.Harry tried to pry open the gap between the uncle's teeth, the blood on the uncle's face faded away like a tide, and his lips and the ends of his hands and feet gradually turned white and blue.

As the number of blood cells capable of carrying oxygen decreases, body tissues begin to suffer from hypoxia, and if the patient is delayed for a while, even if the injured person is lucky enough to recover his life, irreversible damage will be left behind.

Harry worked together with the orange water, squeezed and pinched, sweating profusely from exhaustion, and finally managed to pour the blood tonic into the uncle's mouth.

A new problem appeared again - the uncle didn't swallow.

The swallowing reflex is one of the most basic conditioned reflexes in the human body, and it is difficult to control it consciously, let alone unconsciously.Harry didn't know how the uncle did it, but the other party did.

He looked up at Chengshui, who was still stroking the uncle's throat, but the unconscious uncle was very stubborn and refused to cooperate.

His face was frighteningly pale, his lips were cyanotic, and his breathing and pulse were getting weaker and shallower. The body that escaped the rejection of the wooden cells inevitably slipped to the brink of decay and collapse.

The external force is ineffective, so the uncle must be woken up so that he can take the initiative to drink the blood-enriching potion.

Under Harry's instruction, Orange Water leaned close to the uncle's ear, called out softly, and said some thoughtful words, hoping to regain the uncle's consciousness.

But it was useless, the uncle still closed his eyes and locked his throat tightly, firmly blocking the life-saving medicine.

Cheng Shui looked at the teacher's lifeless face, and his voice gradually became anxious and crying.In the end, she couldn't say a word anymore, covered her mouth and turned her head away, sobbing silently.

"Uncle, did you hear that?" Harry consciously took over her job, "Orange Water is talking to you."

He knew that he didn't have much deep friendship with his uncle, and playing the emotional card like orange water was ineffective, so he could only take the edge of the sword.

He thought for a while, and remembered that the uncle was still planning for the future of Orange Water just before the accident. With a flash of inspiration, he whispered in the uncle's ear: "I will not marry Orange Water. Not only that, but I will also rush Running away from all the men who want to marry her, occupying her property, and leaving her to die alone—"

Before the words fell, a weak, small, but still fierce scolding followed: "How dare you!"

Harry laughed.

"Welcome back, uncle," he said.

The uncle was seriously injured, even with Bai Xian's help, the blood lost before the big wound healed was enough for him to feel better.Not long after he got up from the bathtub and drank two bottles of blood tonic, he fell on the bed again and fell into a deep sleep.

Harry is not a professional doctor after all, he is not good at comprehensive examination and prognosis treatment, and it is not a problem to continue to be stuffy in the cold and damp experimental compartment.

He thought about it for a while, and told him to keep an eye on the uncle's orange water beside the bed: "No matter who asks you, just say that I asked you to do everything, and you can shed some tears appropriately, and beg them to let you stay with me." Uncle's side. Take more of the remaining blood tonic, hide it well, and don't be confiscated. If the uncle wakes up and feels cold hands and feet dizzy, you can feed him a few more bottles as appropriate. Other maintenance methods, Just listen to the doctor's arrangement at the hospital."

Orange Shui was stunned for a while, and gradually tasted something wrong, and looked up at Harry hesitantly: "Why did you tell me?...Aren't you going to the hospital together?"

Harry straightened up on his knees, swayed uncontrollably, and staggered a bit before he stood still.

His face was also a little pale, and he was struggling to speak, but he still managed to show a smile of "I'm fine, you can rest assured" to Orange Shui: "I'm a little seriously exhausted, I can't stand it anymore, I need to sleep . Uncle, I'll leave it to you."

He waved away the spell on the door, and passed out before the throng.

Physical exhaustion is 'somewhat' serious, and it is a way of avoiding the serious and trivial.Without the assistance of a wand, casting spells requires double the magic power and concentration, which is extremely exhausting. Using two time-stop spells in a short period of time, and cooking several pots of potions, Harry can last until he is sure that his uncle is out of danger. It's all about willpower.

He knew that he had just revealed his superb side of magic, and the ninjas who had witnessed everything with their own eyes would be curious about where they learned these abilities and how far they could achieve them. He completely lost the ability to resist, and could only be manipulated and slaughtered by others.

Whether it is his identity as a hidden spy, other secrets he still hides, or his ultimate goal of living, he is not allowed to put himself in such a passive position.

But he still did.

He has experienced too many losses. He could only think about it repeatedly in his later life because he was powerless.Now that he had the ability and opportunity, he couldn't watch the uncle die in front of his eyes indifferently.

Take some risks, one's life is worth the highest risk.

Harry had envisioned various waking situations, but the only thing he didn't expect was this——

He was locked in a sealed iron box that was only big enough for him to turn around. His hands were bound behind his back, fingertips to elbows, tightly tied inch by inch with braided cowhide rope.Not only that, the outside of the box should be heated by a heat source such as a fire or a strong light, and the air in the dark is hot and unbearably hot.

He struggled a bit, and found that his legs were also bound, and said helplessly, "Are you planning to roast me for meat?"

Sure enough, someone was waiting outside the box. As soon as he made a sound, the temperature stopped rising, and an indistinguishable male and female voice said with a smile: "Oh, oh, you finally woke up? Don't worry, we are not willing to eat Your meat, your value is much higher than a barbecue."

The people outside paused, and then said: "Of course, this is not necessarily the case, you have to prove your worth, otherwise we will roast your meat and cut it off for you to eat!"

"Please go ahead." During Harry's training in the hidden sand, he experienced much more severe anti-stress training than this, so he received no deterrent verbal intimidation, his heart was not fluctuating, and he even wanted to laugh, "The words are So, you won't even open this box."

The interrogator was silent, probably because he didn't expect him to be so confident.After a while, he continued: "Yes, I advise you not to lose your temper. It's useless. This box is so strong that even ten detonating charms can't be blown open."

Harry wasn't afraid of the heat, but being tied up firmly and being forced into a standing position was always uncomfortable, so he cut to the chase and said, "Whatever you want to ask, just tell me."

The interrogator didn't expect him to cooperate so much, and tentatively asked him some details about the process of treating the uncle.

It was no longer a secret, and there was no point in hiding it, Harry answered them all truthfully.

Because of his active cooperation, the interrogation proceeded very quickly. After a while, the interrogators outside the box stopped asking questions, and they were probably looking at the information they had sorted out.

Harry yawned and asked, "I've said everything I need to explain, should I be let go?"

His questioning attitude was like saying that it was time to get off work after a hard day's work, and his indifference made the interrogators who were used to passive resistance stunned.

What finally answered him was another indifferent male voice: "No. Who knows if you have any useful information to hide."

"Useful information?" Harry asked back, "I told you about trauma medicines and blood tonic medicines, and I also explained the situation of the time stop secret technique truthfully. A whim, uninspired by anyone. You have asked so many questions that you think I'm hiding something?"

"It's not certain." The man said, "Since you can do this, but you haven't shown it before, you must have a different intention because you deliberately hide it."

Harry couldn't hold it back, and let out a disdainful sneer from his nose: "This is what you said... you are doing experiments to kill people, but you think the people who save people have bad intentions?"

What he said was right, and the few people outside were speechless.

Harry used the cutting spell to cut the ropes on his hands and feet, moved a little, and knocked on the wall of the box: "Also, do you really think you can trap me with this method?"

With their hands and feet tied, they can't perform ninjutsu in mudras, and bound ninjas might actually work.But...he's a wizard.

He gathered his magic power, closed his eyes and concentrated, and recited a mantra: "Apparition!"

With a loud bang, he disappeared out of thin air.