"Harry Potter."

A sudden shout from the old teacher immediately snapped Orochimaru out of his musings. There was no outward reaction to the action, though.

"Harry Potter!", McGonagall repeated insistently, staring at the only pale-skinned freshman.

"So, they're not in a hurry to admit my true name so easily...", Orochimaru thought surprisingly calmly, taking leisurely steps toward the distributed hat, ignoring the hundreds of eyes fixed on him. "Of course, one could insist on his own. But I'm afraid I'd rather look like a cranky child in this case. Well, that can be dealt with later..."

As the leather hat was finally placed on his head, Orochimaru heard a voice in his head.

"The headmaster must be out of his mind...", A squeaky grunt was heard. "I don't even know where to put you. Even Slytherin doesn't deserve what you can do to him, and I won't even mention the other faculties..."

Orochimaru didn't see any point in responding to that, since he himself agreed with the statement. Even if he had wanted to answer that, he simply couldn't, since he was busy actively searching for a technique that the hat could use to read as well as broadcast his thoughts.

"If I could, I would create a separate faculty for you personally, with the Chamber of Secrets as a living room. But as it is...", Hat exhaled.

"Slytherin!", Shouted that one at the top of her non-existent throat, as if trying to convey in her raised voice some message unknown to the rest of us.

The silence that followed, as well as the expression of shock on all faces, was an eloquent response to this decision. Perhaps only Principal Dumbledore, along with the heads of Gryffindor and Slytherin faculties were not at least somewhat surprised by Hat's choice.

The Hogwarts headmaster's speech, as well as the feast that followed, flew by for Orochimaru in an instant. Perhaps the only useful thing he could take out of it was the pounds of nutritious, and rather tasty, food that he neatly and uncomplicatedly folded into his stomach seal, to the shocked stares of his fellow students.

"English food is really quite nutritious compared to food from my country", Satisfied, he thought. "This is especially evident in the food from a Japanese restaurant, whose food and culture in general is very similar to my home world."

Heading with the other freshmen toward the Slytherin dormitories, Orochimaru couldn't help but think about one thing:

"Should I go to Dumbledore right now and demand information from him? Since the local shinobi don't pose any serious danger to me, I can act directly..."

But after rolling that tempting thought around in his head for a while, Orochimaru decided:

"Better not. I really don't know what to expect from wizards in their territory. They've already shown themselves to be incredibly advanced at creating chakro artifacts, so it's best not to do that just yet. For now.", With a chuckle he thought. "Still, I came here on a volunteer basis, since doing research on inter-world travel is better in an educational institution where you can learn something new than in a cave."

"Pluvia Aurea", Said the seventh-year student who had previously led their group. "This is the password to enter our faculty lounge for this month. It is strictly forbidden to reveal it to anyone outside the Faculty, as is the location of the Faculty itself. You may write it down on a piece of parchment, but don't lose it. Because if you find one, finding its author won't be any problem at all. So you'd better memorize it, or you'll be sleeping by the entrance."

Not a single freshman thought to reach for his pen, as the direct, though unspoken threat left no one indifferent. Except Orochimaru.

"Vingardium Leviosa", Said Orochimaru, making a motion with his brush with his finger outstretched forward.

Nothing.

For days now, Orochimaru had unsuccessfully tried to figure out magic without a wand. But no matter how much he tried to mimic the processes going on inside his wand, it was no use.

"I should have known it wouldn't work that easily.", he grumbled to himself. "Otherwise, wandless magic would be ubiquitous", Thought Orochimaru, unplugging his sennin mod.

It had been a week since Orochimaru had been a student at the so-called school of magic and sorcery. And if the size of the local library really impressed him, as well as the number of books stored there, then the classes themselves...

The first, and perhaps the most impressive lesson for him was transfiguration, which managed to surprise him from the first second of the class. Of course, Orochimaru immediately noticed the unnatural behavior of the cat lying on the table. But since he didn't find any signs of a henge, he immediately attributed it to ninmyo, or shinobi cats that he had already seen in his ninja career.

But what really surprised him was the sudden transformation of the cat into the professor he knew.

Orochimaru made a note to look up any information on animagics, and to find out if it was possible to set up a form of transformation for oneself.

"I could have guessed that it was some kind of self-transformation, since I had already read about turning living things into living things. Apparently I'm not quite out of my world yet. But still, when I think about it... The technique of turning into a hydra was not only incredibly difficult to train, but it also caused irreversible damage to my body. Of course, that wasn't much of a problem with my immortality, but it still wasn't very pleasant. But if I can change my approach to transformation..."

The task of turning a match into a needle that followed was no longer a surprise or delight to him. Orochimaru had already become familiar with the transfiguration and the way it was performed. Of course, that didn't negate the fact that he was incredibly fascinated by the subject.

"The transfiguration is supposed to be able to mimic any elemental lineage with a base in the form of a Doton. Enchantments can handle the rest. It's just unbelievable what one can accomplish by mastering the local ninjutsu..."

The potions lesson didn't impress Orochimaru as much, but it also couldn't help but interest him. Even though it was clear that the potions teacher frankly disliked Orochimaru, but he did not dare to show this fact in any way. Which was not surprising, if you remember their recent run-in, from which the named potionist had infamously fled.

The charm lessons were more measured than the transfigurations. Lots of theory, which was taught in a child-friendly manner, and rather little practice. And hand flexibility exercises were not to be forgotten.

"It was amusing to watch the half goblin's reaction when I turned my hand three hundred and sixty degrees."

Astrology, Herbology, and History of Magic impressed him the least. Stars and the rest of the cosmic bodies he'd never been into, and he wasn't going to be yet. He disliked herbalogy at once, as it was more like the D-rank assignments he had been tormented with in his time. Anyway, he decided that he would send his shadow clones to these two classes in the future. And History of Magic... In the fifth minute of class, after he realized that the ghost's muttering was no different from the textbook, Orochimaru silently stood up from his seat without a second thought, and headed swiftly to the exit of the classroom. It was eloquent that the dead lecturer had no reaction to the student's sudden antics, but just continued to dictate paragraphs in a boring manner. The ghost was in no hurry to withdraw any points.

After word of the incident spread among the students, the stunned faces of the upperclassmen, in the style of "one could do just that?", followed Orochimaru's back for the rest of the week.

The professors, on the other hand, seemed to ignore it. It was unclear if it was from the headmaster's own warning, or if they had already decided that the dean of the faculty, who was famous for his internal discipline, had already reprimanded and properly punished his student. It is clear that the latter was in no hurry to do any of this.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts should have been silenced altogether, as Orochimaru immediately decided to send a clone to these classes as soon as he heard who would be their professor.

"Harry Potter!", An arrogant voice was heard behind Orochimaru's back.

He turned his head lazily to find a familiar blond man accompanied by two larger children.

"My name is Draco Malfoy. I don't know what cave you grew up in, but your surprise attack in the Hogwarts Express was supremely treacherous!", He began his speech as if he had rehearsed it many times, and after a short pause he continued:

"You have done a great offence to the Noblest and Oldest House Malfoy, and therefore I challenge you to a duel!"

His words echoed through the wide walls of the empty corridor. And the latter was no surprise, since there was only so much left to do before lights out.

"Okay...", He grinned lazily as he turned his body toward them.

"Great," Draco grinned, "tell me the time and place!"

"Now."

"What...", But he was prevented from finishing by dozens of snakes that began crawling swiftly, and surprisingly quickly for crawling creatures, out of Orochimaru's wide sleeves.

"The swiftness potion is an amazing thing." He thought cheerfully as he watched the panicked students who had dared to challenge him begin to be braided by two dozen medium-sized snakes.

"Should we kill them?" He thought, scratching his chin. "For one thing, my snakes have wanted a taste of human meat for a long time..."

But hearing the approaching footsteps that began to come from the other corridor, Orochimaru decided:

"But then again, they haven't yet deserved that I risk my exclusion for their full bellies."

The snakes immediately crawled into Orochimaru's left sleeve at his command, releasing the bitten, unconscious students. In the next moments, Orochimaru folded the seals for the invisibility technique, and rushed off in the direction of his faculty.

"Dumbledore, what Merlin is going on in your school!" Exclaimed the tall blond in the middle of the headmaster's office. "Whose snakes have bitten my son, who still lies unconscious in the hospital wing? I will not leave it like that! Do you hear..."

But the headmaster was no longer listening to Malfoy Sr. as he had long since realized whose fault this incident had been.

"Maybe I should have listened to Severus words a little more after all."

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