[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

As the night fell and the lights came on, the streets that were designated for business ushered in the busiest time of the day.

There are people coming and going on the narrow street. Women with heavy make-up sit kneeling in a barn separated from the road by only a few wooden bars. The curtains of the luxurious building are half-closed. With an intoxicating sweet aroma.

However, these sensual dogs and horses have nothing to do with Harry.He squatted on the tower some distance away from the tea house, using the darkness under the eaves to hide his figure, blowing the night wind, and hungry.

His job is to keep the air out around the perimeter to make sure there are no reinforcements on the target.He has to stay here until the target is captured or the intelligence is confirmed to be wrong.

The night was getting darker, it was early winter, and the night wind was a bit chilly.He shivered, and simply transformed into an Animagus state, bent down, and gathered his claws under the fluff on his chest.

He looked at the brightly lit street under his feet in every possible way, and unconsciously thought of the flash of disgust on his face when he proposed to cast a spell for Yihe earlier.

Ichiga hated—even hated—the curse mark called 'caged bird', which was obvious.

The first time he saw the curse seal was many, many years ago, when his unexpected magic riot injured Yihe.

At that time, Yihe was very repulsed by the extra marks, so although he was curious, he didn't deliberately inquire about anything.

Until five years ago, when Yihe was changing clothes, he accidentally rubbed off the forehead band that never left his body.

Harry still clearly remembers the shock in Ichiga's eyes when he and Cheng Shui saw the bright green mark hidden under his forehead, and the deep sadness and despair that followed.

The young man first flicked his bangs to cover his forehead, and then glanced at them, as if he understood that this was just deceiving himself, and stopped his movements stiffly.

After a while, he lowered his eyelids, looked at death as if at home, and pushed back the hair on his forehead little by little, so that the looming pattern was fully revealed.

He pursed his lips tightly, his chest rose and fell rapidly, his drooping eyelashes trembled violently, and the hand stopped by his side was clenched into a fist, suppressing his emotions forcibly, as if not only his forehead was exposed, but was stripped naked. Clothes, undressed, exposed in broad daylight.

"It's ugly, isn't it?" His voice was trembling, and he took several breaths before he managed to speak, "This is a 'caged bird'. The Zong family uses it to... control the branch family's spell."

Hearing this description, Harry immediately thought of the Death Eater's Dark Mark.Sure enough, where there are people, oppression, threats and exploitation are indispensable.

He could understand the reason why Yihe always remembered to cover up this curse mark that represented shame when he was in a coma.

Seeing Hinata, who had been reduced from a main family to a branch family, anxiously waiting for the reaction of their two teammates in a posture of waiting for the death penalty, Harry understood that what he needed was not cheap sympathy.

There is nothing wrong with sympathy, but it is a person who stays out of the matter, with an attitude of having nothing to do with himself, and giving charity to the person concerned from above.And the facts are already established, Yimei's sympathy has no positive effect other than emphasizing the misfortune of the unfortunate. Yihe has hated the curse seal enough, and even feels disgusted with himself who has engraved the curse seal. Sprinkle a handful of salt on the wound.

He had to tell Yihe: I know, I understand your feelings, but what does it matter?This stuff won't affect my opinion of you, no big deal.

However, it is also worth noting how to express it - Yihe is a sensitive enough person, some words cannot be said clearly, and if the description is improper, it may have the opposite effect.

So he thought for a while, and asked sincerely, "Can I touch it?"

Cheng Shui next to him heard this, and because he seemed to have completely missed the point of escaping, his eyes almost rolled to the sky.

On the other hand, Yihe, the black-haired boy's eyes widened when he heard the words, there were surprise, fear, disbelief in his eyes, and more of a sense of relief.

Afterwards, Harry took advantage of the rest time between missions to learn more about the curse seal of the Hyuga family from Orochimaru, about the tradition, specific functions and working principles of the "caged bird".

"Can it be removed artificially?...I mean, isn't it the kind of disappearance after the curse seal owner's death automatically destroys the white eyes?" He asked after listening to the introduction of Orochimaru.

Orochimaru's expression seemed to have heard something whimsical: "Why should it be removed? Let the branch family have a chance to become the main family? Is the main family crazy?"

Seeing the other person groaning while rubbing his chin, Orochimaru had some bad premonition: "What do you want to do? Study the method of removing the caged bird by yourself?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he didn't show the curiosity and excitement of a scientist as Harry expected, but frowned: "Don't be stupid, the curse seal directly acts on the nerves, unless you want the Hinata branch to directly become a fool."

Harry tried to explain: "I'll—"

"Hui-kun," Orochimaru interrupted him, with a rare expression on his face, "The Hyuga family has continued the tradition for thousands of years, so there is a reason for it, don't interfere with other people's housework."

"Besides," the hoarse voice stated the facts indifferently, "Have you ever met any Hyuga branch who would express dissatisfaction with this?"

Harry suddenly realized.

Yes, Yihe had no choice but to express his helplessness, resistance, humiliation, and hatred. He felt that the curse seal system should not exist.

"Bird in a Cage" not only puts shackles on the wings that can fly, but also seals the heart that pursues freedom.

——The scariest thing is this.

The signal from the wind put an end to Harry's wild thoughts. A servant rang the wind chime hanging in front of the corridor of the tea house, and the tinkling ding ding dong dong meant that the task was successfully completed and all the staff called it a day.

The black market intelligence dealer who has been arrogant in various countries for many years, stumbled on his own insensitivity this night, and in the end he did not understand why a petite woman who should have lost the ability to resist under the influence of drugs could have a behavior that did not match her appearance at all. Terrible hand strength.

Harry let out a long sigh of relief, released the transformation, and headed home.

He first went to the back kitchen to find something to eat to fill his stomach, and then sent a portion of orange water before turning back to his room.

As soon as he reached the door of the temporary dormitory he shared with Ichiga, Miss Yoko stopped him from behind.

"Wait! Crow Falcon..." Halfway through speaking, the woman with delicate makeup stopped.She thought for a while, raised her hand to cover her mouth with a fan, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Forget it, he should have finished it, it's nothing, you go in."

Harry was rather surprised, but he opened the door and entered the room without further questioning.

Their temporary dormitory was the servant's room in the tea house, and there were two low wooden beds on the left and right in the small space.Ichiga, who had regained his normal body shape, sat on one of the beds with his legs bent in his underwear, his hair was still a little damp, he should have just taken a shower.

Hearing Harry entering the room, Yihe greeted Harry with his back to the door without looking back.

"The target has been sent for interrogation. After confirming his identity, he will be handed over to us tomorrow." Harry conveyed the news he heard during the meal to the main hero of this operation, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yihe answered vaguely.

"Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to get another one for you? ——Although it is said to be the leftovers of the guests, they are basically untouched by the chopsticks, and they are brought back as they are. It looks and tastes good."

"I've eaten, you..." Yihe spoke slowly, as if trying to endure something, "Don't worry about it, go to bed early."

At this moment, Harry finally realized something was wrong: "Wait. Yihe, are you injured?"

"No." Yihe replied, but still didn't turn around, the moonlight illuminated his tense shoulders, neck and back through the narrow window on the wall.

Hearing what he said, and looking at the stiffness of his back, Harry became more sure of his guess.

Although other people in the stronghold said that Yihe subdued the target with his hands cut behind his back without a fight, and directly asked them to go in to collect the heads, but it may also be that Yihe was trying to be brave and didn't say it clearly—this Hinata used to He hides his true thoughts, never wants to "cause trouble" to others, and has a dark history of being injured several times and trying to hide it alone.

What's more, there is Miss Yoko's hesitation at the door.

"Chest or stomach?" Harry asked.

He didn't get a response, so he spoke again, this time with a bit of seriousness that couldn't be denied: "Turn around and show me."

Yihe remained motionless, expressing his rejection with practical actions.

Harry simply took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand to pull his body directly: "As I said, if you are injured, you must promptly—"

Halfway through the conversation, it stopped abruptly.

Looking at it from Harry's angle, the gaze went over Ichiga's shoulder, and fell just right on Ichiga's lower abdomen.At that position, even if the owner bends his legs and tries his best to cover it up, the subtle arc under the fabric cannot be completely blocked.

After all, after being a man for two lifetimes, he understood what happened to Ichihe's abnormality with just one glance.

It's just a normal physiological need, he doesn't think there is anything, but he feels a little embarrassed by his previous overreaction.

Realizing that the troublesome 'little problem' had been brought to light, Yihorgen's redness deepened a little, and he hurriedly turned his head away from Harry.

This reaction made Harry feel extra guilty—Yihe had always been reserved and shy, and he never even took a bath with anyone, and he had to be tightly wrapped up in the hot spring before he was willing to go into the water.Being smashed face to face by him today may leave a psychological shadow in the future.

He hesitated to take back the hand on Yihe's shoulder, thinking about the feasibility of quitting now and pretending nothing happened: "Uh, sorry, I didn't know you were..."

"It's medicine." Yihe gritted his teeth and said, "That person gave me medicine."

So worries about his little friend's physical condition easily gained the upper hand, Harry stopped his movements: "What kind of medicine? Is it very toxic? Why didn't you hear what they said?"

The three consecutive questions were solved in one go, followed by the summoning spell of the universal antidote.

"It's not poison." Yihe paused, closed his eyes in embarrassment and anger, feeling depressed and annoyed that he would be tricked, "A strong aphrodisiac—probably a common method."

Although the general tea house will strictly prohibit the geisha from having any relationship with the guests, it is difficult to say what you want, so basically as long as the geisha wants, the guest can stay overnight after the geisha's work-some guests will do it for this. Chun Xiao once had the opportunity to play some tricks, among which medication was the cheapest but the fastest and safest.

Harry suddenly understood Miss Yoko's expressive tone and eyes when she called him to stop.Ms. Yoko knew about this, but she didn't care too much, because this kind of medicine is non-toxic, as a man, it's good to get rid of it in private.

...That's why Yoko-san said 'it should be over', why did Ichiga still...?

...amazing staying power?

His thoughts went in a bad direction, and he stood still for a while.

When he remembered that he should give Yihe a private space to solve the problem, and was about to turn around and leave, he found that Yihe had turned his head back at some point, and was frowning and staring at his legs in disgust, as if he had been staring at him. , that tent can disappear out of thin air by itself.

A terrible guess popped into Harry's mind——

This 20-year-old young man who has grown up for two years and is of marriageable age doesn't even know how to solve his physical problems?

Although this should belong to the instinct category of natural awakening, it is not completely impossible.

He remembered that a few years ago, when Orange Shui experienced the second growth of a girl for the first time, he once thought that the blood flow in a certain part of the body was not just a terminal illness, and secretly wrote a suicide note for it.

If he hadn't discovered something wrong in time and forced him to find out what happened, the silly girl might have just taken the suicide note for notarization and filing.

The ninjas didn't have a systematic physical hygiene class, and there was orange water in the front who didn't know what menstruation was, and Sakumo, who overreacted after learning the gender of his servant, felt that it was absolutely understandable for Ichiga to show up again.

Harry scratched his head, pondered his words for a long time, and finally choked out a question: "You should know what to do, right?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

—What nonsense is he talking about?How is that any different from asking a guy if he's okay? !It's about dignity, even if Yihe doesn't know it, he will definitely know it!

Sure enough, Yihe said, "I know."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say "Then I'm going out", when Yi He continued: "Take a cold bath, sit quietly for a while, and it will disappear naturally."

Harry: "..."

what?

Ah? ?

Are you serious? ? ?

Even if there were countless question marks in his heart, it was his own business how other people used to solve their physical problems, so Harry didn't want to interfere too much.

He dryly said "Okay, then I'll go out for a walk first", and slipped away as if fleeing.

He squatted in the yard blowing the cold wind for most of the night, counting the time, thinking that Yihe should be finished no matter what, so he swayed back slowly.

As soon as the door was pushed open, his roommate was still sitting in the same position without changing his posture.

Harry was about to despair.

"...Isn't it resolved yet?" he asked.

Yihe replied sullenly: "No."

Harry felt that this was quite outrageous-whether it was the strength of the drug's effect or the tolerance of the person involved.

He walked forward, thinking of throwing two detection magics on Yihe to see if there was any unspeakable hidden disease in Yihe.

As soon as he touched Yihe's shoulder, Yihe suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his sleeve, and looked up at him.

"I don't think it's right." Maybe it was too uncomfortable to hold back. Ichiga's eyes were flushed, he took a breath, his lips trembled, and he complained to Harry with difficulty, "It's been so long, why? , it...hasn't gone down yet?"

There was a bit of grievance in the words.

Harry was silent for a long time, and sighed helplessly: "Because the way you used it is not correct."

"Impossible," Yihe immediately vetoed, firmly emphasizing the correctness of his ideas, "Usually, as usual, it works!"

Harry was noncommittal, sighed again, and asked, "Do you need my help?"