[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

During the graduation ceremony, Kushina said that Minato was "glib and unreliable". Within two months of graduation, he was heartbroken because of Yue Ye's accident and the subsequent hero saving the beauty, and the slap in the face came very quickly.

"That's why women... and girls are named fickle." Harry shook his fingers at Fuyue and Yi inscrutablely, and he was talking about the experience of those who had experienced it, "Don't presumptuously guess that they are What are you thinking?"

Jiu Xinnai blushed, while Orange Shui, who had been affected for no reason, walked over, smiling—with the handprint of Shui Dun.

Harry was dodged all over the room by the orange water polo, and he didn't forget to preach: "Orange water! You are a senior, so you can't be a lady example in front of our little Kushina?"

Fu Yue also frankly chimed in: "A woman like this cannot be married. A woman should be gentle and virtuous, considerate, diligent and thrifty in housekeeping..."

Cheng Shui held a huge water polo in his slender and pale hands, turned to look at him, and said clearly in his eyes: Did you see this water polo?If you say one more word, I'll put it in your mouth, okay?

Fu Yue immediately shut up.

Several people laughed for a while, Harry sat on the sofa, relaxed his body into the soft sponge, paralyzed for a while, and sighed unconsciously.

Almost in the next second, he heard Yihe's concerned question: "What's wrong?"

Yihe sat next to him, stretched out his hand, put it on his shoulder, and massaged his tense muscles slowly and with moderate force.

Harry found that since the last dangerous mission that lasted half a year, Yihe has become more and more comfortable doing these things. He could blush for a long time when he accidentally touched his arm through his clothes when walking side by side, but now he seems to be suddenly He became his housekeeper, helping him straighten his clothes and squeeze his shoulders from time to time.

However, the Hyuga family is very familiar with the muscles and bones of the human body, and the massage is quite good. He did not refuse the kindness, sighed comfortably, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "I have some bad premonitions. Those cloud ninjas can quietly By touching Konoha silently, you can find out exactly which room Kushina lives in... Is their purpose really for the special blood of the Uzumaki clan?"

Hearing this, Yihe also frowned, empatheticly feeling sad.

Harry felt relieved, turned over on the sofa, and pointed to his lower back: "Yihe, I've been feeling backaches lately."

Yihe's hand quickly came up again, and his fingers pressed against his spine, pressing down skillfully one by one: "Which one hurts?"

Harry took a breath when a certain bone was pressed: "This one! Yes, this one!"

He was massaged by a professional masseur, while sighing: "I'm old, my body is useless, and I have a lumbar disc herniation, how should I live in the future..."

"...It's still far away from protruding." Yihe said, "It's probably because you have been sitting for a long time recently, and your sitting posture is not correct, which is oppressing your nerves. Just get up and exercise more. ——I mean jogging That kind of exercise, not sitting on a broom and flying around."

Fuyue silently watched the series of smooth and easy interactions between the two, and always felt that something was not right. After thinking for a long time, he still asked, "Does the professor and this... often do this?"

"Yeah." Cheng Shui nodded in response, her tone and eyes didn't fluctuate, "So I often feel like a light bulb, the only stumbling block in their pursuit of true love."

Fu Yue and Kushina looked at her sympathetically.

Konoha locked up the captured Yunin, tortured and tortured by a professional torture team every day, questioning and extorting confessions.But the enemy is very stubborn, and he is unwilling to speak no matter what.

It took a while on and off, and the summer festival is almost here, but there is no result yet.

Two days before the festival, Yihe, who was not on a mission, came to Harry's apartment as usual.

Harry was used to his visits, and without saying anything, he turned around and let the guest into the room.

It was the weekend, Fugaku and Yi didn't come to class, Kushina was also on vacation, Harry was the only one in the room, and there were piles of boxes, big and small, and all kinds of colorful wrapping paper on the floor of the living room and ribbons.

Yihe stood at the entrance, looking at the mess of the place, a little surprised.

"It's a bit messy, don't mind, I'll tidy it up right away." Harry used magic to direct the presents to wrap themselves. The colored paper wrapped the box, the ribbon was wrapped around it, and it was spontaneously tied into a beautiful bow.

Yihe looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "So many gifts, who are you going to give them to?"

"Yes, it's almost the summer festival." Harry smiled beamingly. "According to the usual practice, everyone gets a share of the gift."

"—Everyone has a share?" Yihe repeated.

There was disbelief in his tone, and a little fragile sadness: "Meaning, does everyone you know have it?"

Harry was busy wrapping presents, so he didn't notice Ichiga's abnormality, so he responded casually: "Not everyone has it, only a few familiar ones, like you, Orange Water, Orochimaru, Sakumo, Hitomi... "

He counted the heads one by one, kept moving his hands, quickly wrapped each gift, stacked the gift boxes neatly against the wall, and clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Okay! It's done! All that's left is to write Greeting card."

Harry looked back, only to find that Yihe was still standing at the door with his eyes downcast, his whole body shrouded in a gloomy aura, miserable and miserable.

He leaned over suspiciously, and asked, "What's the matter, Yihe? You don't seem to be in a good mood?"

Yihe took two steps back, distanced himself from him, glanced at him from time to time, hesitated for a while, and then said bitterly: "I thought, only I have gifts..."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little inexplicable and a little funny.

Stubbornly emphasizing one's own uniqueness and particularity, trying to monopolize a privilege, isn't it something only children can do?

With a soft tone, he coaxed a congratulatory "little friend": "Your gift is specially prepared for you by me, it is different from other people's. I won't neglect you because of giving others more gifts, relax~"

Yihe was still very concerned, his whole body tensed stiffly, avoiding Harry's hand reaching out to take him, and stubbornly emphasizing the crux of the problem: "Even so, you still gave someone a gift."

He paused, and then complained: "You never told me before that you would give gifts to other people! If I hadn't found out, would you still plan to keep hiding it from me?"

Harry opened his mouth in bewilderment, and murmured, "I didn't intend to hide it from you...?"

Yihe frowned and stared at him, his lips were tightly pursed, his face was tense, the corners of his eyes were stained a little red, he looked confused and helpless, he was so wronged that he exploded.

Harry felt a little guilty when he was seen. He felt as if he had really done something outrageous, such as tarnishing a young girl's innocence, playing with the other's feelings, and then ruthlessly abandoning her to the wilderness... …

...But he didn't do any of these!He just stayed at home peacefully, happily preparing gifts for his friends-when is it a mistake to send gifts to each other on festivals and birthdays?

Yihe stared at Harry for a while, seeing that Harry still didn't realize the seriousness, he slumped his shoulders in frustration, turned his face away, and raised his hands forward, making a hint of 'I want to hug' attitude.

He had already voluntarily given in, and it was impossible for Harry not to accept it. He took the initiative to lean over, took him into his arms, and gave him a comforting hug.

A pair of hands immediately circled around, tightening as if venting anger, with such a force that Harry suspected that his waist was about to be strangled.

"Hey—" He exhaled helplessly, "Don't push so hard, my waist still hurts."

Yihe was a little reluctant, but he still let go of his arm, found his most painful vertebra, pressed it nearby, and asked, "Or this one?"

"Hmm..." Harry breathed a sigh of relief again, this time he was relaxed and comfortable, "Seriously, Yihe, with your professional level, when you retire in the future, you can open a massage parlor."

The hand that was helping him loosen his muscles stopped, and Yihe's voice sounded in his ears, as if he remembered something unpleasant again, his voice became stiff again: "...I only gave you a massage."

"I'll only do this for you alone." Yihe emphasized again, as if angry, "I'm not the same as you."

——Still hating that the gift is not just for you?

Harry laughed dumbfounded, and responded perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, Mr. Yihe has treated me the best!"

Yihe still didn't want to expose it, and stopped helping him press his waist, resting his chin on the side of his neck, and asked angrily, "How can you give someone a gift?"

Harry really didn't understand why Yihe cared so much about it, so he couldn't help asking, "Why can't I give gifts to others?"

He got angry and gritted his teeth, really wanting to just bite this man's neck viciously.

But in the end, he just said, "Because you can't do that! ... What would you think if I gave people presents a lot too?"

He never expected that he would hear such a reply: "That's great!"

Yihe: "..."

Harry let go of him, held his shoulders, and asked happily, "Do you want to come with me to prepare presents for your friends?"

Yi He was stunned, he couldn't cope with this jumping brain circuit no matter what, and it took him a long time to respond: "...Huh?"

Harry didn't care what he was thinking, and immediately dragged him out, went to the street to do some shopping, and then came back to the apartment, opened each gift one by one, added his share, and rewrapped it.

Then he pulled him to sit at the table and began to write greeting cards.

"Your handwriting is better, why don't you write it?" Harry pushed the cardboard in front of Ichiga, put the pen into Ichiga's hand, and looked at him with a smile on his chin.

In his limited 21 years of life, Ichiga has never written anything like a "gift card" for anyone. He hesitated for a while with his pen in his hand, but was really at a loss to write, so he had to ask an experienced person: "What should I write?"

Harry pointed patiently: "Just write 'Happy Holidays', and then write a few auspicious greetings for everyone..."

Yihe wrote according to what he said, even without grids, the writing was quite concise and neat, and the nib of the pen naturally paused at the end of each sentence, bringing out a magnificent period.

Harry sighed with a "tsk tut": "As expected of someone who has practiced calligraphy, the writing is indeed much more beautiful than mine."

Yihe's face became a little hot from the compliment, he coughed twice in a concealed manner, raised his pen and asked, "Where's the signature?"

He thought, even though they were giving presents 'together', they shouldn't wrap both presents together. In that case, how would they be able to tell which one was given by the two of them?Whose name should be written on the greeting card?

Harry wasn't bothered at all, and pointed him out quite wisely: "Just write like this: 'Your friends: Yihe and Hui'."