4 The world of magicians and magic

- Naruto, have you already killed? - Harry asked me as I put a piece of toasted bread in my mouth.

We ate breakfast prepared by Kreacher. From what was on the large plate, I only recognized bread, an egg and pork, which was fried in thin strips and crunched. But not bad, it is edible and quite satisfying. True, the conversations at the meal are specific.

- Uh-huh. I killed, - I nodded after chewing. - But those were the bad guys ...

- Were there so many of them? - continued again slightly pale and visibly nervous "local savior".

- Who's counting them, - I shrugged. - Basically, the missing-nins are apostates or bandits. The last guy I killed had five hearts, two of which my comrades were able to destroy. They only found out about five hearts during the battle, so it was hot. Literally hot. He made a flurry of fire to cover them ... We arrived in time with the support team, and I mocked the scarecrow with my latest technique, - I smiled, remembering that Ino came to my hospital after that, the blonde took night watch to "thank for saving".

- Five hearts ... - Harry seemed to be a little fucking awkward.

- He lived for a very long time, replacing his hearts. So long that he fought with the First Hokage of our village, - I remembered that I knew about that "immortal" from "Akatsuki" ... Now the name is forgotten, either Zukuku, or Kuzuku ... It doesn't matter.

- Hokage? Is this who you want to be? - Harry smiled slightly.

- Yes, the Hokage is the strongest and most respected shinobi of the village, its leader and commander-in-chief. "Ho" means "fire", and "kage" means "shadow", this is something like a title. There are also Mizukage, Tsuchikage, Raikage and Kazekage. By the way, my friend Gaara is now the Fifth Kazekage. And my father was the Fourth Hokage ... He died, sacrificing himself, saving me and the village.

- I'm sorry ... - Harry drawled.

- Sorry? - I was surprised. - What are you sorry for?

- Well, they just say they sympathize with the loss, - he explained, blinking his eyes.

- I'm proud of what my father did. I'm proud of him. And if for the sake of this act I was destined to become an orphan, so be it. Therefore, I also want to become Hokage, to continue my father's work and protect the village and the whole world, if need be. Don't feel sorry for me. They only feel sorry for the weak losers, and I'm not like that! - and yet he pissed me off a bit, it's just some kind of talent, only Sasuke could do that, and even he didn't always succeed ...

- Sorry, - Harry grumbled, burying himself in a cup of tea.

The tea was black and too strong for my taste. The house elf put another teapot in front of me, and from the scent I caught that there was a green one with jasmine brewed there. The very thing is to calm the nerves.

- Thank you, Kreacher, - I nodded, watching him pour tea into a new mug with a funny eyelet on its side.

- Kreacher apologizes for Master Harry, - the elf muttered. - Master Harry did not want to offend the great warrior.

- Master Harry can speak for himself! - the wizard was indignant, shouting at the elf, who tucked his big ears, glaring at him with displeasure.

- So, you say, a difficult childhood for evil relatives? - I chuckled, looking at the wizard, and looked at the frowning elf. - Noticeably ...

I left the table, leaving a red and gurgling Harry behind.

* * *

-Nice disguise, - I praised.

Harry managed to surprise me for the second time by the fact that the house in which he lived disappeared between two others, standing in a solid wall.

- They might recognize me, I'm very famous in the wizarding world, - the wizard sighed, throwing the hood of a sweatshirt over his swirling head and becoming like Aburame Shino, only he has smaller and darker glasses.

Turning around and checking out the clothes of passers-by, I did a henge.No need to stand out in this world with a black and red shinobi suit with a village protector on the forehead. However, I took off the protector and put it in the backpack that Kreacher had brought along, and I also folded my pouches with scrolls, seals and weapons there. Only a kunai that I have left hidden in my sleeve, but it still cannot be found.

Now I was wearing black tight pants with a belt, an orange T-shirt and a dark gray sweatshirt with a zipper, and instead of ninja boots, sneakers appeared, which differed in that they were completely closed and with laces. Something like Harry. England turned out to be not the warmest country where I had a chance to visit, and clouds hung over the city in the morning. A gloomy place, and the architecture is not the most rosy. Eh, where are you my "resort" on Turtle Island ?! Let there be a lot of everything poisonous, big, toothy and dangerous, but it was warm.

- Let me throw my henge on you, otherwise with a hood it's somehow too much, you, on the contrary, attract too much attention by trying to hide, - I said. He nodded and removed the hood.

- All done, - I looked at the guy in front of me. I just removed his glasses, the scar and made his hair a little lighter and redder.

- Wow! - Harry returned to me from the mirrored window of shop. - And how long will this Polyjuice Potion last?

- It's more of an illusion, I can hold it for as long as needed. The main thing is that you don't get injured or broke the shell. And stay close to me, up to ten meters. In general, this could be done with a wig or hair dye and makeup. And buy glasses in less noticeable frames or dark ones. Henge every six-year-old how to do, so it's mostly for pampering. Strong shinobi can easily recognize if someone has henge. Ninja on assignments most often use a different disguise, making up.

- And you've changed too, - Harry informed me, peering into my face. - These stripes on your cheeks have disappeared and it seems your hair has become darker.

- N-Yes, you're very observant, - I chuckled. - Well, I can't shine here with my bright golden blond. I, while we were standing on the street, did not notice a single blond, all are either dark blond, or chestnut red, at best red or light blond. Not to mention the fact that I did not see anyone, for example, with pink, green or blue hair ...

- So your friend Sakura ... does she have ... Is that her real hair color? - the wizard's jaw almost fell to the pavement.

- Yeah. But this is still a rarity ... My mother had bright red hair, the color of blood ... Because of this she was nicknamed "Bloody Habanero" ...

- My mother had red hair and eyes like mine, otherwise everybody says I'm like a father - Harry muttered.

- Well, yes, familiar, - I smiled. - Okay, let's go to your Ministry.

* * *

London turned out to be a very populated city. Crowds and crowds. And in my opinion, Harry was not very good at orintateing in it, because he bought the map.

- I… I rarely visited London, my relatives often left me on Privet Drive, and then I entered Hogwarts, where I studied all year, except for the summer, - he said as if justifying himself. - And I know only some addresses ... And then I got to many of them with an escort or with the help of a fireplace ...

- Come on, - I shrugged, looking out the window. - I am interested to see how other countries live. It's strange that you didn't ask Kreacher to take us to the right place, since the elf brought you from relatives to that house.

Harry froze, smiled wryly, and rubbed his neck.

- I somehow did not think about it. I'm not used to what elves can do yet.

At this time, we were already riding with him on what Harry called the "bus." An iron car on wheels. It's a funny thing, only very slow. But then you can sit and do nothing. I now understand why the wizards are so choked up.

- Let's take some money from my safe, otherwise I have a little left, and a letter from the bank came to me for a long time about the Blacks inheritance, but I still didn't dare to leave the house, - Harry told me. - We'll ask someone to open the passage to Diagon Alley for us ... Otherwise, you know, I can't use a wand in the summer ...

- It looks like this stick is a real problem, - I joked.

- Yes, you're probably right about something, Naruto, - the guy smiled sadly. - But I really like being a wizard.

- I also really like being a shinobi, - I shrugged, and we laughed.

* * *

- Diagon Alley is considered a magical object, in this area the statute of secrecy does not apply, - the shaggy bartender told us, whom Harry asked to open the passage to the magic street. - So you can safely cast magic here, you are already old enough for this. Against the general background, no one can reads your magic, guys.

- And I didn't know, thanks, - nodded Harry, who remained unrecognized, and we walked to a brick wall in the backyard of some pub, where there were strange personalities, in most of which I felt the very "magic".

- I wonder why they didn't tell me about it? - He muttered, touching the wall with his wand.

- Probably, you were small before, and it seems to me that you yourself did not really want to study, - I shrugged my shoulders, watching the illusion collapse and the entrance to another street opens.

- Great, isn't it? - Harry asked. - As if you find yourself in another world ...

- Yes ... - Now we were dressed very strange and out of place.

People wore robes and cloaks, which Harry called "robes." So I changed the henge for something local. Disguise is our everything.

- Oh, great, - my wizard said. - Now I can show you my magic, Naruto.

- Yeah, that would be interesting.

Harry wondered, apparently wondering how to surprise me. But, in my opinion, if he suddenly starts his magic, then the rest may not like it. It's like I would run around Konoha with the Rasengans. Then one man caught my attention, he got his pants dirty by stepping into a puddle, and then he took out his wand and muttered something. The stain is gone. This is cool. And no need to wash!

- Oh, that man used magic to remove dirt from his clothes, can you? - I pulled Harry by the sleeve. That somehow turned sour.

- This is an everyday enchantment, I know little of them ... I only taught combat and protective ones.

- Well, yes, yes, Dark Lord and all that. All clear with you. Then, perhaps, you will demonstrate to me the fighting spells later. You wanted to go to the bank, - I reminded him.

* * *

We went to the bank together, and I saw that besides such as Kreacher, there was also other scary dwarfs. Harry said they were goblins. And when we entered, they got nervous because they could not remove my illusion. But I dispeled the henge in a separate office, where Harry and I were taken so that the visitors would not see through the "most popular young wizard."

I don't know which is worse when everyone hates you or when everyone loves you. People in both cases see only what they want to see, not paying attention to ourselves. They saw in me a demon, not Naruto Uzumaki, amd in him the "boy-who-lived", not Harry Potter. It's complicated.

I didn't go to the safe, but stayed in the cabinet, where they offered me tea. But my ninja-instincts tells me that everything is not so simple. But Naruto Uzumaki does not hurt the little ones, until they hurt him.

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