[HP/Naruto] Be a ninja magician

Harry told Yihe a long story.

He spoke of boys whose parents died young and had to grow up in the shadow of mean relatives, of life-changing acceptance letters at age 11, of express trains and old schools nestled in the mountains, of war and chaos In his student days, he talked about misunderstanding, parting, wandering and irreparable loss, and about the destined final battle.

In fact, he didn't need to go into such detail, those things were too far away from his current life, so far away that when he thought about them himself, he felt that they were too real and unattainable dreams.

But he said it anyway, telling the whole story, sharing the past with another person.

He thought that Yihe had the right to know what kind of person he was, and he should understand why he became such a person.

Yihe also listened quietly and earnestly just as he hoped, frowned and thought hard, trying hard to digest the huge amount of information received.

In the end, Yihe said: "So, this is the story of a lunatic trying to destroy the world, but has no way to do it. He can only tear down the school and find trouble for the students who haven't graduated yet?"

Harry froze for a few seconds, then burst out laughing.

Yihe's summary was vivid and specific. He was speechless, but he was not reconciled, and complained half-truthfully: "Don't say it so lightly, please respect the protagonist, okay? It might not sound dangerous now. , but I nearly died several times - I was only a teenager!"

Yihe seemed to be really trying to empathize with him, but unfortunately he was limited by reality and couldn't do it: "Teens...Teens are not young anymore. If I remember correctly, you were only 12 years old when you joined Anbu , and we went out on missions together afterwards, and it’s not uncommon for us to escape from death, isn’t it?”

Harry: "..."

Well, come to think of it, compared to his life as a ninja, his student days as a wizard weren't as thrilling.

Harry collected his thoughts, and continued.

Looking back now, he realizes that more than half of the 50 years of his previous life were quite boring, as if the previous 20 years had experienced the ups and downs of his life ahead of schedule, leaving only a flat life path that can be seen at the end at a glance.

It took him less than 10 minutes to sprint through the rest: the mediocre career, the family, the kids, and the failed marriage, and the predictable decline and death.

Before he could catch his breath in the future, he heard Yi He whispering: "Did you really marry a woman and have children?"

A sour smell hits the face, only a fool can't taste it.

"Do you also eat the jealousy from the previous life? Don't." Harry squeezed the hand in his hand flatteringly, "It's all happened so long ago, don't think about it."

Yihe didn't look at him, his eyes were lowered, and his voice was muffled: "Three children, you and that...you must have a very good relationship."

The flying vinegar came out of nowhere, but it was true. Harry couldn't explain it, so he could only try to coax it.

He racked his brains and said all kinds of good words, and finally persuaded the jealous man.

He also stopped asking for trouble, and quickly skipped the previous life and started talking about this life.

Because he has just lived to his early twenties in this life, and he spent more than half of the year with Yihe. He doesn't have much to explain, so he only briefly mentioned the century-old agreement with the god of death in an unknown space after his death in his previous life, and as a spy. The other side of the unknown.

When he heard him say that he was originally a spy of Sand Hidden, and that coming to Konoha was also a conspiracy, Ichiga's eyes flashed and his fingers twitched.

But then, when he heard about his mother and those dark days of training, the scrutiny and guard in Ichiga's eyes turned into pity again.

"The scar on my chest, do you remember?" Harry propped up his upper body a little, pulled down his collar to show Yihe, "It's not an accidental injury I got when I was a child, but it's a special birthmark Sha Yin used to cover up my birthmark." specialized surgery."

"In principle, a spy should not have any conspicuous marks on his body, including scars and birthmarks. But if you have to choose between the two, scars are the first choice." He lay down again, resting his arms on his pillow, and smiled casually, " After all, everyone gets some injuries to some extent. The probability of two different people having the same birthmark is too small, and having the same scar may be a coincidence."

Yihe stared at him without blinking, and after a while, he took the initiative to give him a hug: "You have suffered."

Both of them were lying on their sides, and if they insisted on hugging each other, the side of the body that was pressed down would be hurt by the other's arm, but neither of them took the initiative to let go.

Harry buried his face in Yihe's shoulder, and intermittently finished the subsequent events along the timeline.

"That's about it. How do you feel after listening to it?" He breathed a sigh of relief. He should be relieved, but he couldn't feel any relief.

He has long learned to look away and not to care about what insignificant people think of him, but obviously, the person he likes is not in the category of 'insignificant'.

Yihe's sense of morality is so high that he is willing to fight for the imaginary "rival in love"-referring to the baby's mother-. Knowing that he has done so many bad things, how will he treat him?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt prickly. Just as he was about to find a topic to break the awkward silence, he heard Yi He ask, "Since 'Hui' is your false identity, what should I call you in the future? Do you want me to use your mother?" Is the name given to you called you? Is it...'Sa'?"

"..." Harry said, "what's the matter with your focus?"

Yihe glanced at him: "Is there any problem? I learned from you."

Harry was taken aback for a moment, then smiled again with the corners of his eyes bent, and angrily said half-truthfully, "You've learned badly, Xiao Yihe."

"If you have to count, 'Sa' is actually not my name, it was my Shayin's mother who gave her her own child." He thought for a while and said, "In private, you can call me 'Harry' ——It was my name in my previous life, my real parents gave it to me."

The name is only two syllables, so it's not difficult to pronounce. Yihe searched for the pronunciation, and said it quickly and accurately: "Harry?"

"It's me." Harry answered, raised his head, and looked at Ichiha seriously, "We wizards believe that names have magical powers. Even among Muggles, there is such a story: the legendary dragon It has great strength and unlimited wealth, but as long as someone can call out its real name, it will lower its noble head and bow down willingly."

He blinked, leaving a wink: "You have me now. At your disposal, my king."

It was obviously a joke, but Yihe blushed, his eyelashes trembling and drooping, covering his glistening eyes.

Harry was very polite, and immediately pinched his chin and gave him a long and lingering kiss.

At the age of fledgling, after the kiss, both of them couldn't hold back.

"You're up again," said Harry suddenly, glancing down meaningfully. "It's against me."

Yihe couldn't hear such words the most, and was immediately ashamed and angry, angry and annoyed, and couldn't help kicking him on the leg: "Don't keep saying these things!"

It only took [-]% of the force, almost a flirting gesture, but the two of them rolled onto the edge of the bed unconsciously, and Harry turned sideways with the force, and just... fell under the bed up.

——By the way, it hit the wooden floor with a "thump!"

Really miserable.

Yihe was extremely guilty, and after pulling Harry back to the bed, he murmured an apology for a long time, but it was Harry who in turn comforted him and said that the small problem was nothing to worry about.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore, go to sleep." Harry kissed his forehead, "Good night."

After that, Yihe went to the hospital to consult about eye surgery, because the front line was fighting, there were many casualties every day, and the eye bank was well stocked.However, Hinata and Uchiha belong to the same family of pupil art. If they need to change their eyes, they usually use the organ sources reserved by the family.

The doctors at Konoha Hospital had never seen a blood successor transplant the eyes of an ordinary person, let alone remove the remaining healthy eyeball. After hearing Ichiga's request, they waved their hands in fright and said, It is necessary to consult the patriarch Hinata to make a decision.

On the side of the Hyuga clan, the patriarch Ren Yan was furious because of Yihe's behavior of running away from home by leaving a book. After hearing the report from the hospital, he almost didn't continue in one breath. He raised his hand and shattered a solid wooden coffee table.

In the days that followed, there was no chance of tranquility anymore. From the elders of the clan family to the younger generations of the branch family, a group of Hinata came to the door one after another, trying to make Ichiga give up the dangerous self-destructive thoughts-they didn't know that Ichiga's caged bird had died. Untied, in their view, Yihe's only remaining eye will self-destruct when it leaves the body.And because of the existence of the curse seal, Hinata does not have the reserve eye bank like Uchiha. After losing his white eyes, Ichiga will be completely reduced to an ordinary person without the power of blood inheritance.

This incident even alarmed Hirizhan, Hokage-sama made a special trip to find him, and revealed his identity as the head of a village, finally persuaded Yihe to give up the idea of ​​eye-gouging for the time being.

However, Ichiga still insisted on transplanting an ordinary person's right eye, and then covered the remaining white eye on the left, and strictly and self-disciplined to practice the decision of "no longer doing Hinata". Hitohiko was so angry that he smashed another palm A coffee table.

"It's spread in the Anbu, you two are amazing," the incident was so uproarious, Cheng Shui couldn't help but thumbs up when he heard it, "One is 'a lone hero who bears misunderstandings and goes deep into the enemy's camp', and the other is 'dare to Pioneers of change who defy traditional etiquette, do you want to be famous together?"

Harry shrugged: "That can't be helped, who made the two of us have a tacit understanding? This is called a match made in heaven, you can't envy it."

Orange water rushed his eyes: "For two years, you are getting more and more exclusive, how can He Jun look at you!"

The two brothers and sisters bickered back and forth, and An An fell outside the window, shouting: "Captain."

"Here we come." Cheng Shui responded, took the cloak on one side, put it on, and fastened the buttons on the neckline.The off-white fabric is brand new, making her look even more heroic.

"Ah, I almost forgot to mention it." Harry stood up, smiled sincerely, and congratulated sincerely, "Congratulations on your promotion, Orange Water."

Yihe, who had been silently teasing the baby beside him, also straightened up and said, "Congratulations."

Because the captain Yihe took leave due to injury, Cheng Shui, who was originally a team member, was promoted to become the new team leader, and he also had his own team members.

"There's nothing to congratulate, it's just a false name." As he spoke, a smile was still evoked on that beautiful, wounded face, full of vigor.

She put on the mask, leaned on the window edge and turned out of the house: "I'm leaving, see you later."

After the orange water left for a while, Harry was still a little absent-minded, slipped away in a daze from time to time, and was so absent-minded in making milk powder.

Yihe couldn't stand it anymore, and took the bottle from him.

"Are you worried about orange water?" Yihe asked, pouring out the milk that had been made too thin, rinsing the bottle, and starting from the beginning, "It's okay, she is strong enough, she is no longer a little girl who needs our constant protection Girl, you should trust her."

Harry shook his head: "I'm not just worried about her...I'm thinking about the war."

Yihe knew everything about him, so he didn't hesitate much, and continued: "Originally, I betrayed Sand Yin, and Sand Yin was afraid of the information in my hands, so I should choose to switch from offense to defense, withdraw most of my troops, and retreat." Guarding the rear to ensure the safety of the village—this is the safest approach."

"But they didn't stop, instead, they came out in full force and launched an unprecedented fierce offensive against us." Yihe was quite smart, and soon understood what he meant, and naturally continued, "It's actually not difficult to understand: the art of war There is a saying in the book called 'the poor should not chase after', once pushed to the limit, when there is no way to retreat, the enemy may choose to fight back, and at worst, they will die together."

Harry sighed: "I've also considered this possibility, but I didn't expect them to be so crazy that they can abandon all the old, young, women and children in the base camp."

He paused, and then said: "After all, I miscalculated. When I made the plan, I considered the habits of the second Kazekage. The newly appointed third Kazekage is indeed a ruthless and troublesome person."

Trouble is nothing but normal life, Harry thought for a while, put this matter aside for the time being, and went to watch the work at hand.

Yihe is learning how to take care of babies in addition to raising his eyes these days. Now he is familiar with most of the daily tasks, but making milk powder is an exception-he has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the ratio of milk powder and water must be adjusted just right. I can't stand it.So he tossed back and forth for a long time, the water was almost cold, and the milk hadn't been soaked yet.

"It doesn't have to be so precise, it's almost enough." Harry took the bottle back, soaked half a bottle of milk, and took the baby out of the cradle.

In fact, the baby woke up a long time ago, lying in the crib, blinking a pair of big moist eyes, and did not move after being hugged, grabbed Harry's front, held the pacifier in his mouth, and drank peacefully. Milk.

Yihe watched from the side, and said abruptly: "Speaking of which, don't you think this child is too quiet?"