Аннотация: Naruto translates the healing scroll. Experiments with elemental magic.
Part 1. Chapter 12. Experiments
August 30, 1988
England, Cokworth, Spinners' Cul-de-sac, Severus Snape's house
The two weeks since I "discovered" my gift for two languages have passed unexpectedly quickly. It's just that once - and no. The translation of the medical scroll was in full swing, and I, of course, got a little excited about what I could easily have done alone. It helped a lot that sensei had already worked on it and wrote out all the ingredients mentioned in it and found their translations and analogues. Because the various names of herbs, unknown magical animals, mushrooms, and other magical trash are new to me.
His problem was to find out what to do with all this stuff, how to cut, stir, wipe, pound, cook in general, as well as questions about time intervals, because metaphors and veiled images of our culture were often used.
I understand. Sometimes it's difficult to understand the phrases of a recipe like: "With all due respect to the horn of green rokukubi, ground into dust under the light of the rising new moon in the amount of six mommes, an insignificant physician should add oils from fifteen feet of tomaseri grass seeds and let this wonderful mixture pass through the esophagus of the non-magical koomori. After ten petals fall from a sakura branch in one ken, the insignificant one must, without wasting a single moment of the creature's life, bloodlessly terminate life. Extract the saddened koomori heart along with the stomach and liver, and then cook them over a slow-burning fire, stirring the beautiful Amaterasu as you go, until the healing ointment turns the color of the depths of Yomi."
And this is not the most garrulous and empty text. Funes, mommes, kens, and the names of the ingredients were dealt with by Snape-sensei himself, and I had to explain that a "saddened" heart can only be due to asphyxia when it is not allowed to beat. That is, the koomori bat must be strangled after six minutes and two seconds have passed since it was fed with a mixture of horn and herb oil. And cook the offal, stirring in a circle along the sunny path, until it reaches a uniform consistency and inky purple color.
As a result, we worked together for three daily hours of my "training", and sensei recorded my translation and thoughts on it. How, for example, to calculate the time of falling petals *, or other moments of color rendering of the dwelling of demons. I, in my time and my world, had the dubious happiness of seeing her world in person.
By the way, I discovered that wizards use more simplified means of writing than the ones I admired among Muggles. Sharpened bird feathers are used by dipping them into inkwells. Instead of feathers, we use a brush, which is softer and more nimble, it is easy for her to draw even complex hieroglyphs in a small space, and the pen in this sense is very rigid and unusual. I asked Sensei why he didn't use a ballpoint pen, and even showed him one that Dudley-kun had given me. Sensei replied that certain potions could be added to his ink, for example, to make the notes indelible or so that only the person who wrote them could read them, or only read them, but it was impossible to make a copy using magic. And a ballpoint pen is only suitable for inconsequential notes or notes of study notes.
I got into it. Yes, secrecy is also very important in the world of magic. Probably, any potion master would have torn off that translation of the "Medical Scroll of Potions..." that Sensei and I are doing together.
I decided that I would definitely learn how to use feathers, even if they were not very comfortable. Ideally, of course, I would find a writing brush, but something told me that this could be a big problem in England.
There are only a couple of recipes left to figure out.
We were having lunch, and I was thinking that the days of August were coming to an end. I'm probably going to be sent back to the Dursleys in Little Whinging tomorrow morning. Still, I have to get ready and get ready for the local school.
"Today you're going to show me how you've learned to control your magic", Sensei suddenly broke our silence. Maybe he realized that I was just spending time with him? Or does he want to decide what to say to Aunt Petunia?
"Very well, sir," I said.
After all, my entire daily routine in this house is strictly regulated, and I didn't suffer from bullshit. Getting up around seven in the morning, warm-up, eye exercises, washing, a short cold shower, breakfast. After breakfast, I spent about two or three hours doing control training, and then almost before lunch I read something in the library, learning about local etiquette, types of potions, or historical events and trends in magical Britain.
I helped with lunch, we had lunch, and the hours of "working out" came. At five o'clock we had tea and sandwiches, and after that Sensei allowed us to help in the laboratory. Dinner was around eight, and after that I did a control workout, combining it with strength training. Usually, the second training session was "floating," because sometimes sensei would call me to help in the lab before dinner, and sometimes after. And if he didn't call at all, then I read books. I took a bath before going to bed and went to bed around half past ten.
They were forbidden to go outside: Snape-sensei said he wasn't going to look for me all over Coakworth, but it seemed to me that there were other reasons for that. However, maybe he didn't want to "shine" with me anywhere. Still, he's a spy, and my presence and near-apprenticeship could have a bad effect on him. And yet, he did not refuse, despite the possible violations of Director Higekane's plans or the displeasure of the Dark Lord's henchmen with another unspeakable name.
***
We did the translation in the library, but Sensei decided to take my exam right in the kitchen. To begin with, he put a glass of water, a feather, a candlestick with a candle and a small pot of earth in which bob had buried on the dining table.
Under Snape-sensei's gaze, the candle wick lit up.
"These are different elements: water, wind, fire and earth," he explained, taking out his wand. "Try to influence them in any way. Don't be afraid to let go of your magic, if something goes wrong, I'll back you up. Get started."
I was looking at the candle, so beautifully lit by Sensei, and suddenly I remembered Sasuke. His clan was masterful at controlling fire. Already at an early age, my friend was able to blow giant fireballs. In my mind, I repeated all the seal gestures he used to form this technique.
Suddenly, the candle flame flickered and increased to several centimeters. It turned out to be a ball. And this ball pulsated suspiciously.
"Finita," muttered Snape-sensei, preventing the ten-centimeter diameter fireball from exploding.
How interesting! I used mental manipulation-commands that are supposed to influence and transform the chakra into fire. But I didn't own them then! My element is the wind...
"Don't get distracted, Harry, let's continue."
"Yes, sir."
Nevertheless, my theory about orders is confirmed: you believe in them and you know that they will work, and they work. I knew that the seals were effective, and they met my expectations, despite the fact that I remembered them in my mind. I wonder what would happen if I did them live and tried to skip the magic? However, the mental version is somewhat more convenient. Besides, one hand is always occupied with a wand when performing magic. I decided to use my own former element. Once upon a time, Captain Yamato and I came up with a joint water storm technique so that we could resist Sasuke's fire element, whose power increased by an order of magnitude after my friend became a student of the snake sannin Orochimaru....
Wild Boar-Tiger-Monkey-Goat-Wild Boar...
A storm had developed in the glass, and it was rising higher and higher. The waterspout reached my eye level. I mentally pushed him a little to the side, determining his handling. At that moment, it seemed that I could feel the chakra again.
"Finita!" Sensei eliminated the mini-typhoon along with the glass, and the look of his black eyes burned right through me.
"I just wanted to know if he would listen to me," I began to justify myself.
"I hope that without an adult wizard around to stop you, you won't experiment with elemental magic, Mr. Potter," said Sensei.
"I..." it became somehow insulting. He asked for it himself. Besides, I wanted to try printing the cancellation. "I wanted to try to interrupt my magic surge myself, otherwise if it comes out by accident, I won't be able to take control of it."
"Hmm..." sensei ran his fingers over his lips, which, according to my observations, meant that he was hesitating and finding it difficult to make a choice. "Okay. Try again."
He took out a new glass and, removing his wand, waved his hand.
"Aguamenti."
Water appeared in the container, filling the glass exactly to the full.
"Controlling magic is very important. This spell is used for almost any volume of water," explained Sensei. "But it's more difficult to fill a glass than to throw out a whole tub. I used a wandless but verbal spell. But if you concentrate, you can fill a glass with water without a spell."
I nodded. I felt something like that.
The water vortex turned out the second time too. I let him out on the floor and walked around the kitchen with him. Wet cleaning is straightforward. Then, concentrating, he raised a whirlwind over the sink and canceled the "spell". Not very clean water fell into the sink.
"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, but for some reason the world swayed and went dark.
"You're a stupid, arrogant boy," I heard Sensei's voice through the noise in my ears.
* The falling speed of sakura petals in calm weather is 5 cm/s. The ken is 181 cm.