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    Harry calls Naruto to get his godfather out of the Arch of Death. After that, they go to have fun in the Muggle world. A conversation with Rowling.

  Favorites. Prequel: Which idiot summoned a demon?!
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  Part 1. Chapter 1. The Call
  Day 28, the month of the Goat, the year of the Horse of the 7th cycle of the era of Hidden Villages.
  Lightning Country, Turtle Island, Bijuu Secret Temple
  "Yes! Yes! Hurray! I can't believe it, Kira Bee! I could do it! Do you see? I could do it! Yoo-hoo! See how I can!" I was juggling with my new nine limbs, or rather the "handhands."
  And at first I almost broke my whole head, not knowing how to adapt them to obey! I'm incredibly cool! And now, the main thing, after attracting the attention of Kira Bee, is not to screw up. So. A large stone cube. The cube is smaller. A truncated pyramid. A pair of Captain Yamato's pieces of wood and a headless statue, which Bijuu stole from the central hall of the temple. Carefully...
  Oh pa!
  And now we will put all these objects on top of each other...
  "Well done, Naruto Uzumaki, you've mastered the Golden Veil of bijuu coolly," The jinchuuriki of the eight-tailed one praised me, and my sensei, as always, read enko a rap.
  Yes! I did it! Now that the connection mode with the tailed one is mastered at the proper level, I don't crumble stones just by touching my chakra! It's so cool!
  "Damn boy, you're using my power!" Kyubi growled hollowly in his inner world, pinned down by the torii.
  I immediately find myself next to him, or rather, in this mode, part of my consciousness is always there, taking the chakra from the demon for the technique. I was angrily pierced with a hateful red-eyed gaze. However, it hasn't scared me for a long time. Probably since I met him at the age of twelve, when I came here during a time of mortal danger, and demanded strength so that we could survive. And I've seen a lot of hate-filled looks in my life since I was a kid.
  My demon, Kyubi no Yoko, is a nine-tailed fox, sealed into me at birth by my parents, who passed away after that. So dear and as lonely as I am. I believe that one day I will be able to make friends with him, no matter how naive it may sound. Moreover, the example of Kira Bee is before my eyes: he is constantly with Gyuki-san, the eight-tailed octopus demon. They are friends and talk, and he is the only jinchuuriki who was able to cooperate with his demon, bijuu.
  My furry one got very thin, because in order to master the fusion, I had to divide it into a "good" and a "bad" chakra. And since the fox demon, in fact, consists of a chakra, now, after the separation, it looks so shabby and as if it had been starving for a month. Yes, and I had to uncork him, pulling him out of a relatively spacious cage for that battle for supremacy.... Now his neck, back, paws and tails are pressed by thorns.
  It's a pity, but what can you do if it is completely inadequate in its divided form because of the "bad" chakra bubbling in it. Pure hatred remained in him. And we have a war coming up, and because of that, I have to study in emergency mode. And to mock the creature that had been with me for all sixteen years of my life like that. But I am the "boy from the prophecy", I was predicted to change the world, so no one cares how and by what means I will change this world. It's either friendship with a demon, or saving the world....
  I would have chosen everything together, but...
  "I'm sorry," I touched his black, wet nose. "Not angry. You must admit, the Golden Cover mode is incredibly cool. Even Kira Bee can't do that. He can only use the first and second levels of biju transformations, but I got something else altogether. I remain myself and glow like the sun, but how much power overwhelms me, and I can make additional handhands from the chakra. You have a beautiful chakra, Kyubi. It's not so bad to be your jinchuuriki, despite all the disadvantages."
  He just growled, and then he grinned angrily.
  "What the?!"
  A strange-looking huge, no, gigantic Fuin seal suddenly appeared in the black field of the inner world, glowing with red light. It was so big that I could sit on it, and the whole fox down to the tips of his nine tails.
  "Naruto!" in the outside world, the same crap, but many times less, and only around me.
  Captain Yamato and Kira Bee are running towards me, and then the darkness and the feeling of flying. I was ready to see the face of the Toad Sage or Teacher Fukasaku, or his wife Shima-san.: they always called me to Mount Myeboku at the wrong time for another prophecy, training, tasting a new dish made from beetle larvae - I need to emphasize.
  But I was definitely not in the world of toads, with whom I signed a draft contract four years ago. The psychedelic colors of Myoboku with its mushrooms, giant burdocks, waterfalls made of shells and the pink-green sky could be recognized even when you were on the push in the house of the toad hermit. There were bright colors everywhere. And the place where I appeared feels more like the underground hideout of the late evil one, Orochimaru.
  The strange fuin seal that appeared around me in my world continued to surround me, slightly highlighting the blackness of the stone walls. I know something about fuinjutsu, but it's going to break himself leg! There is not a single clear symbol or hieroglyph, and the geometry, similar to a nine-pointed star, is baffling. After this strange summoning, my concentration was disrupted, so the Golden Veil technique was interrupted, but it's for the best.
  Fuck! Did the Akatsuki who started the war find some way to kidnap me? It's very, very bad. The bright glow of the seal began to decrease, and I noticed that there were also multicolored candles around, just at the corners of the rays of this "star" inscribed in a circle.
  A figure began to approach me from the darkness. I tensed up. Is my abductor alone? What the fuck? Are the Akatsuki laughing at me?
  "Kabuto? Idiot, don't you value your life?! I warned you that I would meet you again and I would definitely kill you!"
  "And?" Kabuto rounded his mouth, staring at me from behind his round glasses. However, no. I got it wrong. This guy who came closer to the light is definitely not Yakushi Kabuto, even though he looks like Orochimaru's assistant.
  "Oh... uh, I see that I got confused", I smiled broadly at the kidnapper, relaxing his guard. "You just look like someone I know. The same round glasses, height and build. However, his hair is lighter and longer than yours...."
  The bespectacled man looked strange, he was standing with his head slightly bowed, frowning, as if he was listening attentively to the sound of my words.
  "What a strange demonic language. Similar to our Chinese or Japanese..." finally, he gave out, it seems, saying this phrase in a foreign language, and, strangely, I did not sign the contract, but understood it.
  "What? What kind of demonic language?" I was surprised to realize that I could speak this language too.
  Unlike the tongue of toads, this does not hurt the cheeks, only it is somewhat unusual for the throat to pronounce certain sounds. Fukasaku-san told me that the conscription contract not only gives the right to summon warriors from their world, but also teaches the conscripted the language of people. When I was studying the art of the hermit on Mount Myoboku, I spoke to everyone in toad, as I was called there myself. It seems to be the same situation here. But I didn't sign any contract....
  "The contract is signed with me," Kyubi chuckled from his inner world. "And you are an integral part of this agreement."
  I was lost, not knowing what to say to such a setup from my furry henchman.
  "Do you speak English?" The guy with round glasses distracted me from coming up with a decent answer to this red-haired asshole.
  "It looks like it," I didn't deny it. "Can you enlighten me how I got here? And if you did it, then bring me back, we actually have a war coming up and I have to save the world."
  "You too?!" The guy's eyes widened. "So you're not a demon? I actually summoned a demon...."
  "What do you mean, "too"? And why would you want a demon? You can't handle him stupidly", I asked, appreciating his skinny figure, which didn't have a drop of chakra. And what does he hope for? To help the mythical Rikudo-sennin?
  "I... I... I'm sorry..." the bespectacled man sniffled. "I have... My godfather died because of me.... He fell into the Arch of Death, and I thought... I wanted to save him. I wanted to get my only loved one out. And only a demon can do that. I found a grimoire in the Black library. And I decided to try it.... And then you showed up."
  "Yeah," was all I could say.
  I guess I understood this guy too well if there was a way to save Jiraiya.... If my godfather, teacher, and almost grandfather hadn't been definitely killed at Fukasaku-san, but had disappeared or fallen into another dimension, I probably would have also done everything possible and impossible to get him out. But I didn't like the name "Arch of Death" at all, but I don't know how to get back yet. And if Kuby said that he had signed a contract, then it means that I have to help this bespectacled man....
  "Okay, don't be sad, man," I sighed. "Perhaps I can help you, since you've summoned me."
  "Really?" He looked at me in surprise. "You're a Muggle.... I don't feel any magic in you..."
  "We'll figure it out as we go along," I shrugged. I still didn't understand some of his words. "I am Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto, the Shinobi of Konoha- a village hidden in the Foliage, from the Land of Fire," I introduced myself.
  "And I am... Harry Potter, a wizard from the city of London, the country of England. He graduated from the fifth year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and transferred to the sixth," He held out his hand to shake mine.
  Well, I got bored with adventures while I was learning to merge with Kuby on Turtle Island, I hope this mission will be interesting....
  
  Part 1. Chapter 2. Who are wizards?
  "So you moved me here somehow?" Following Harry Potter, I asked.
  The room with candles turned out to be a basement, from which we climbed into a large but gloomy house. Gray light shone through the windows, which were covered with thick curtains. It smelled of dust and cobwebs. I hope it's early in the morning in the local world, otherwise I don't really want it to always be like this. The furniture was covered with gray rags. Harry sat down in an armchair, gesturing towards the sofa.
  "Do you understand, Naruto... I'm a magician."
  "Yes, you did, but I didn't understand the meaning of that word," I confessed. "Who are wizards?"
  "These are people who can create magic.... Heck! I can't use my wand for the rest of the summer," he looked at me guiltily. "Kreacher!" Harry suddenly said loudly, and with a light pop, a half-naked, thin, bald mutant of very repulsive appearance appeared in front of us.
  Big ears that practically hang on his shoulders, narrow eyes, a healthy hooked nose pressed into his face, as if he had been hit there with a brick. I've seen a lot of things in my life. I've been swallowed by everyone... I'm not squeamish at all. But this strange wrinkled, skinny dwarf caused a strange feeling of disgust until I looked into his eyes. Whoever he is, he's an old man, and old age must be respected, otherwise I knew a grandfather.... And despite his plain appearance, there was some hidden power in him. A summoning animal of a species unknown to me? Or not an animal?
  "What does Master Harry want?" The creature screeched, not taking its eyes off me.
  "Kreacher, bring us some food," Squinting at me, he muttered "master Harry," and the strange dwarf disappeared.
  "Was that your magic?" I asked sourly.
  Something is somehow not impressive, except for the phrase about food.
  "And... weren't you afraid of him?.." this skinny wizard drawled in perplexity. "The first time I saw a house elf, I almost peed myself. And the way they appear and disappear. Weren't you impressed by that? However, it's strange that he didn't name you in any way, because he usually grumbles and calls everyone names. Only he started calling me "master Harry" after Sirius's death," he frowned.
  Kreacher appeared in the same place. He was holding a tray with boxes on it, but I noticed the chopsticks right away.
  "Chinese food?" Harry asked in surprise. "Although," he looked at me. "It's quite logical."
  The boxes contained noodles with spices and meat. It's okay, you can eat. And from the surprised look of this wizard and the way everything was falling out of his hands, I realized that this was almost the first time he had eaten with chopsticks. It seems that this Kreacher decided to please me, not his master.
  "Magic is the appearance of something out of nothing", Harry explained as we ate. "I have a magic wand that helps me do magic. Well... I'm still learning how to do it. There are different kinds of magic. Combat magic, protection from dark forces... There is transfiguration, which is when a table turns, for example, into a pig. There is coldomedicine... There are charms when, say, under their influence, a person falls asleep, or gets pimples, or laughs, or experiences pain and dies..." he became sad.
  "So it's all about the wand?" I asked. "And without a wand, wizards can't use this very magic?"
  "Well, yes, the wand is a converter of our magic", He scratched Harry's cheek. "One of the most effective ways to protect yourself is to knock the wand out of your hands with a spell. But there are also all kinds of potions that can work in any way. They can make you fall in love with someone, they can poison you, they can turn you into another person. And some adult wizards are capable of wandless magic... ah! Hermie said there was also mental magic. When they can read your thoughts or influence them," He rubbed the scar on his forehead.
  "I see," I sighed. It seems that this world has its own ninjutsu, iryojutsu and genjutsu. He didn't say much about taijutsu or fuinjutsu.
  "Is there magic in your world too?" Harry was surprised. "You're very calm. Have you been to other worlds before?"
  "Well..." I scratched the back of my head. "If the world of talking toads counts, then yes, I have."
  "The world of talking toads?" Harry's eyes, which turned out to be almost as green as Sakura's, doubled in size.
  "Yeah... but you'd better tell me everything about your godfather who disappeared. So, the situation in the world, so that I can figure out how to help you."
  "How old are you, Naruto?" Harry asked quietly.
  "Turned sixteen recently."
  "And I'll be sixteen in a month", He thought about it. "I'm an orphan. I lived in a closet under the stairs with my relatives until I was eleven, and when I was eleven I received a letter from Hogwarts saying that I was a wizard.... And then it turned out that I was famous, when I was just born, we had an Evil Wizard here, the Dark Lord, and people are still afraid to say his name out loud. He heard some kind of prophecy about me that I would kill him, and decided to kill me sooner." Harry rubbed his scar again.
  "I was a year and a few months old when Voldemort killed my parents, and then he wanted to kill me, but something happened or went wrong and he died, and I still have this scar. After that, he tried to revive several times. I've been living under the yoke of this prophecy all my life. And I beat him every time. Last year, he came back, using me, my blood. He was reborn, and I told everyone about it, but no one believed me. They thought I was lying to get popular. They said in the papers that I'm the boy who lies. Only Headmaster Dumbledore believed it, and some of my friends, and my godfather Sirius. In this house, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was set up to fight the Dark Lord, who hid after his rebirth. This summer, my friends and I decided... to find the prophecy, because there were only rumors about it, and what everyone knew was incomplete. We made our way to the Ministry of Magic, and there the Death Eaters, Voldemort's servants, were already waiting for us. Anyway, there was a commotion, and Sirius, saving me, fell into the Arch of Death." Hurriedly, as if I was urging him on, he told me.
  "I was returned to the Dursleys," the guy continued. "But the next day, I received a letter from the Black family's lawyer. It said that I was becoming the owner of this house. I was so annoyed with my relatives that I shouted out of desperation, remembering about this brownie, which also passed to me by inheritance. And he came. Elves are very powerful magical creatures. Kreacher brought me here, and he looked away from my relatives, as if I were still with them, but I was being punished and was sitting in my room until the end of the summer.
  Harry paused, pursing his lips.
  "It turned out that the house was closed to outsiders after the death of the owner. I wanted peace and quiet and to think about everything.... That's why I didn't tell anyone that I was here. My friends... they have their own lives in the summer, but it's like everyone forgets about me. I don't know how to explain it. And then I found the Black Library and that grimoire.... And he called you."
  "So how long has it been since your godfather fell through the Arch of Death?" I asked.
  "Twelve days," the guy paled noticeably.
  "Hey, what's the matter with you?" I was surprised by his reaction.
  "I'm sorry, Naruto, I'm a fool..." he lowered his head. "I completely forgot that in the world of magic, nothing happens for nothing. I'm still a bit of a Muggle. It didn't occur to me that as soon as I received the letter from the lawyer, it meant that magic had declared Sirius dead.... And that means it's true. He really died there."
  "In my world, it's believed that if you protect the people you care about, you can die for it", I said, not knowing how to comfort him. A grown-up guy, but he's snotting like he's going to burst into tears right now.
  "But still, I would like to take a look at this Arch of Death." You can send my clone there to find out exactly.
  "A c-clone?" That wizard was staring at me again.
  "Well, yes, or several," I nodded. He looked at me so incredulously that I wanted to make fun of him. Anyway, he's got a melancholy feeling here, it's sickening to watch.
  "Kage-bunshin-sexy-no-jutsu!" I created three girls, but taking pity on a guy who was going through the death of his godfather, I didn't show them naked. And it's inconvenient in front of their prototypes. However, only Ino remained without any special changes, this blonde has everything in a bun, and her hair is long, pinned in a high ponytail, and her body is quite open and appetizing. I "changed" Hinata into a short tank top and shorts, otherwise she is always in some kind of baggy closed clothes, as if she is freezing in our subtropical climate. As it is, the princess of the Hyuga clan has excellent breasts, and despite her eerily colorless eyes, she is a pretty, aristocratic brunette with her hair down to her waist. I made Sakura's breasts a little bigger, she still can't see, so you can fantasize. And he returned her short pink hair to shoulder-length, as in childhood.
  Oh, girls, it's a sight...
  "Hello," Ino winked, immediately starting to "process" the wizard. In this, our beauty has no equal among the kunoichi. I remember how she kept trying to seduce Uchiha Sasuke, and she wasn't even twelve.... She'll bare her shoulder, then let her hair down, and her blue eyes are very shameless. But can you really beat this Sharingan avenger... Oh, I'm getting nostalgic....
  After I returned to Konoha, Ino immediately lassoed me.... We had a good time. I also showed her a couple of "tricks". After a three-year journey with a pervert godfather, Jiraiya was able to pleasantly surprise. He he...
  "N-Naruto?" poor Harry started stuttering and blushing, he looked from one girl to another.
  "You can touch them. My clones are very strong, as long as you don't injure a vital organ, they won't disappear."
  "Nice to meet you, Harry Potter, I am Haruno Sakura, kunoichi and ninja medic, I love kittens and Sasuke. And also, for the fact that you don't like something about my appearance, I can punch you so hard that I'll crack your stupid head, Naruto!" It's very similar to Sakura, said the clone, emitting serious Harun yaks*. (Yaki - perceived emanations of anger, thirst for murder. Literally "unclean spirit"/"embittered soul".)
  "It sent shivers down my spine. Damn, why did I make Sakura?" You're very beautiful, Sakura," Harry timidly reassured the clone.
  "What?! Look at her carefully, bespectacled," Ino, who immediately stepped out of the seductress's image, declared. "She's got a big head! And her breasts are really flat, like a board, Naruto fixed her buffers."
  I interrupted the harem technique before the fight started. Clones, when they and I don't give a damn, sometimes behave inappropriately.
  "Impressive," Harry managed to say.
  "They're not always like that," I consoled him. "I have a few girlfriends... well, anyway... When there is a specific task, they are serious."
  "Wait a minute..." he frowned, rubbing his scar on his forehead again. "That girl with the pink hair, she said she was a ninja!"
  "Yeah. I've already told you that I'm a Shinobi."
  "So a shinobi is a ninja?" Harry asked for some reason.
  "Yes".
  "We, more precisely, Muggles, that is, ordinary people, as their wizards call them, also have ninjas, they were once in the East a long time ago. These are masked people who throw throwing stars and kill other people, and they also fight well, both with swords and with the help of such sticks on a chain, I forget what they are called."
  "Such "stars"?" I took out a shuriken from my pouch, which Harry picked up, studied it carefully and cut himself on the tip. He hissed, and then stuck his finger in his mouth.
  "Are you a fool?" I asked. "What if there was poison in there? Many ninjas lubricate their weapons with poison, and you cut yourself on it, and even licked it to the pile."
  The green eyes under the glasses became like those of a beaten dog, and the face acquired a slightly bluish tinge. When I was twelve, our captain also "made fun" of me after being wounded, and I'll never forget how scared I was then. But on the other hand, I remembered the safety rules for the rest of my life... and he tried not to expose himself anymore.
  Okay, relax the rolls, there was no poison there," I took pity. It seems that despite the fact that the locals have something like a chakra here, but apparently they really rely on their wands. And in general, judging by Harry, they behave like civilians. Or is it just this boy who-must-beat-everyone who is so impressionable?
  Part 1. Chapter 3. What is magic?
  I can't sleep for something.... The bed is too soft and wide. It smells like I don't know what. And this whole magical world, it's all kind of weird....
  The only thing that Harry Potter has managed to impress me with so far is the moving photographs in their newspapers and the "live" portrait of some relative of his, who, however, said almost nothing, but Harry said that she mostly swears with displeasure. The newspaper photographs helped me determine who to look for in the Arch of Death and what this very godfather of Harry, Sirius Black, looks like, as well as to find out the main characters of the local world.
  Albus Dumbledore, an old man with glasses and bells in a long beard, the headmaster of this very school of wizardry, where Harry studies. Severus Snape, the man in the photo looked impressive and menacing, it was immediately obvious that he had been in the war, I respected him when Harry said that his potions professor was a spy in the Dark Lord's headquarters. Harry didn't say, but I felt like they had a name with this Se-ve-rus. - some kind of graters.
  I cut out all the moving photos and pasted them in the notebook Kreacher got me. The house elf also brought ink and brushes for writing, so I also wrote down notes for my bingo book, their names and what I could remember about Harry's habits. I also gave everyone nicknames so that I could remember them better and not have to say those tooth-crushing names like Dolores Umbridge or Rufus Scrimgeour every time. My tongue seems to be looping in my mouth to speak English! Now it's all swollen and it hurts, it makes it difficult to sleep.
  And yet it is strange that Harry Potter, after the death or disappearance with a ninety percent fatal outcome of his godfather, was left by his friends. They took it off, as he himself put it, "on his relatives who hate him."
  When the news of Jiraiya's death came, I... remember that I was walking alone, thinking, remembering, even crying a little, let alone denying it, there was a case... And then Shikamaru found me and told me how he had survived the death of his teacher and friend. Ino came by, and we slept with her again. Then Sakura, who hit me... in the head so that I wouldn't fall apart. And Cy tried to give me books to read, like "how to experience grief," I sent him far and deep, of course, but in any case he wanted to help, but he didn't know how, all his emotions froze after his brother's death.... But I felt their support. They all tried to cheer me up, wake me up, show me that I wasn't alone.
  Harry Potter has some rotten friends, that's what I think. I was summoned by this half-educated wizard, and I lost a lot of blood and strength during this very ritual. So we just sorted out the "hoo of hoo" by looking at the newspaper files. Unfortunately, the knowledge of local writing was somehow not passed on, so I could only look at the pictures. Harry was exhausted after eating, so he went to bed, and I was still gluing and writing what I remembered in the bingo book, and then I also went to the room I was assigned.
  "Kyubi, my dear nine-tailed fuzzy, is there anything you want to explain to me?" I gently addressed the source of my current problems when I realized that I would not be able to sleep, at least until I found out everything.
  The fox looked away and grinned.
  Come on, what the hell happened? Harry showed me this grimoire from afar, and the demons in the pictures don't look much like you. And something tells me that there's not a word about nine-tailed foxes at all.
  "I am a demon!" The fox growled, not very confidently.
  "No, no, I have no doubt, of course..." and then it dawned on me. "Come on, admit it, don't they think you're a demon?"
  "I... what? No!" he quickly began to deny it, too zealously indignant. "How do you even do that... Naruto! I am a demon!"
  "Yeah," I made a bow with my lips. "Don't tell me you're trying to prove something to someone?..."
  "I... I..." he flattened his ears and scowled. "It's just that when you split my chakra, I was able to mentally enter the demonic plane, and they... It's all... there..."
  The fox looked so depressed that I felt sorry for him. And in the trembling blackness of my inner world, I heard giggles, grins, and images of eyes appeared. Different eyes. And even though it was obvious that they hardly belonged to people, but these looks... They were unmistakable. These views haunted me throughout my childhood and youth. Containing hatred, contempt, disgust.
  That's how people looked at me, whispering that I was a "demon spawn," a "nasty fox," and a "dangerous jinchuuriki."
  "What creatures!" I protested, releasing my chakra and drowning out this whisper, erasing the images. "You are the best demon! How dare they doubt you in the first place? You're strong, dangerous, and toothy! What's wrong with you? I should have thrown a bijuu bomb at them so they wouldn't dig in!"
  "Ar?" the Kyubi's eyes widened. He somehow pulled himself together, as much as possible in his position, and grinned. "I... did that, and then... This summoning seal appeared there, and I jumped into it."
  I burst out laughing, for some reason vividly imagining the elongated demonic faces when my fox cub fack... had tricked everyone. He punched me in the head and took off in English, the local way. I guess he picked up bad habits like "done first, thought later" and "wipe everyone's nose."
  "Ahh-ha-ha," I couldn't stop the fit of neighing. "I hope they're all there, ah-ha-ha, fucked... Ha ha ha... up?"
  "Otherwise!" The fox grinned.
  "You, ah-ha-ha, well done, I'm proud of you", I drawled, wiping away my tears. "That's what they all need, so they don't ask questions."
  
  "By the way, I wanted to do it right away, but we were interrupted." I built a cage back around him and removed the restraining torii. The fox sat down, stretching his neck with his paws and moving his tails with obvious pleasure.
  "Does you that... Don't worry, Naruto, when we get home, it probably won't be long...."
  "Is it like Myoboku?" I asked. "A day passed in Konoha, and there was a whole week?"
  "Yes, but it feels even stronger here," the fox scratched himself. The farther the worlds are from each other, the greater the time difference. "It may take a couple of weeks for a minute to run out in our world."
  "Wow," I was delighted. "Do you know how to get back?"
  "No..." the fox chuckled.
  I thought about it. This is not critical yet, which means that you can think about it later, besides, this problem can "resolve" by itself, but the conscripted animals returned to their world, and this did not always happen to them consciously. The technique was interrupted, the chakra was running out, we were injured, anyway ... a couple of weeks to explore this world, I'll help Harry if I can, and I'll definitely get home somehow.
  "Okay, we'll think about it later, Qu...." I yawned widely, feeling tired. "I'm going to bed."
  "Good night, Naruto," was the last thing I heard before falling into a dreamless darkness.
  ***
  "Naruto! Wake up!"
  I opened my eyes and saw a terrified face with glasses in front of me. For some reason, the guy was lying under me and floundering, trying to get out.
  "What are you?" I jumped away from him.
  Disheveled Harry adjusted his glasses and sat up in bed.
  "It's you... What are you doing?! I wanted to wake you up, but you grabbed me and almost strangled me in bed," he opened his mouth slightly and looked at my morning boner and panties with spirals.
  "your..." Harry blushed and looked away.
  "I haven't had sex in a long time," I finished. "Did you think of anything smarter than sneaking up on me in my sleep?"
  "I'm sorry, I didn't think..." the guy lowered his head penitently. Looks like I guessed right.
  "Since I fell asleep alone in the room, I should have woken up alone, sorry, instincts. It's an alien world, and you're waking up here, sneaking up," I smiled, trying to defuse the heated atmosphere. By the way, I'm feeling something from Harry right now. Not the chakra, but...
  "You said yesterday that you can't use magic without using a wand," I reminded him. "Are you able to feel magic? Well, I mean, not to perform some kind of magic with it, but to make it circulate in the body?"
  "I don't know," Harry shrugged. "Probably..."
  I sat on the bed in the lotus position. This magic needs to be dealt with. Somehow, these magicians must be distinguished from ordinary people.
  "Come on, you concentrate your magic, and I'll try to feel it." I suggested, standing still and saturating my body with natural energy.
  The nature here was so-so, it felt like just an artificial stone... And the air is not very musty and smelly. But even this will do for fishing.
  "N-Naruto, your eyelids have turned orange!" Harry exclaimed, distracting me and himself, and what I was starting to feel from him immediately disappeared.
  Now I began to understand Teacher Fukasaka, who said that I had an awl in one place. I took a couple of breaths to calm down and not break in between the eyepieces for prevention.
  "What did I tell you to do?" I opened my eyes, and Harry turned pale.
  "Y-your eyes have turned yellow and the pupil..."
  Damn, it's his own fault, he didn't explain anything in advance, and now he's going to shit his pants on my bed.
  "Calm down, savior of the magical world," I said, putting in as much malice as possible. "You summoned the demon yourself. Why are you surprised now?"
  "B-but you're... you're right," Harry said dejectedly again.
  "So, stop whining to me. You're a lousy savior. And you can't concentrate your chakra, that is, your magic! I'm trying to enter the sage mode to feel the magic of your world. We must somehow learn how to distinguish between ordinary, these "Muggles" of yours, and wizards. Something tells me that you haven't even done basic charging in the morning, you're pacing from corner to corner and just complaining. I've always dreamed of becoming a Hokage, a man who is respected by everyone and who can sacrifice his life for the sake of his country and village. I've been studying all my life, and they didn't let me do it, and I understand that you don't study, even though you have the opportunity. You're acting like a hysterical woman, not a man.
  "I'm a man!" Harry clenched his fists. "You don't know anything about me!"
  Ugh, something seemed to go off, the air vibrated noticeably, and I finally detected the release of power. It was a good outburst, the walls reacted to it, it seems that they are all covered in signs and lines, as if a complex fuinjutsu had been applied. I did well, and now I know the difference between this world and ours, which is tied to the chakra. I hope that even outside of the sennin regime, I can now feel the owners of such properties.
  "That's it, man, I've figured out what the fuck your magic is," I got out of bed, stretching.
  Harry was watching me with his mouth open.
  "So you're doing this on purpose?" It finally dawned on him. "To make me angry?"
  For some reason, he blushed again, squinting at me. Maybe he's complaining? I don't like whining anyway," I snapped, heading for the bathroom. - Let's have breakfast and go to your Ministry of Magic.
  Note to the chapter:
   * Bingo Book - (Japanese Bingo-Bukku, translated as "search instructions"), lists of enemies of the hidden Shinobi village for their killing and elimination.
  Part 1. Chapter 4. The World of magicians and magic
  "Naruto, have you killed before?" Harry asked me as I put a piece of toast in my mouth.
  We ate breakfast prepared by Kreacher. Of what was on the large plate, I only recognized bread, egg, and pork, which was fried in thin strips and crispy. But it's not bad, edible and quite filling. It's true that conversations over food are specific.
  "Uh-huh. I did," I nodded, chewing. "But they were bad guys..."
  "So there were a lot of them?" - continued the "local savior," who had turned slightly pale and was noticeably nervous.
  "Who"s counting?" I shrugged. "Mostly, nukenin are renegades or bandits. The last guy I killed had five hearts, two of which my comrades managed to destroy. They only found out about the five hearts during the fight, so it was hot. It's literally hot. He unleashed a barrage of fire to cover them... My support team and I arrived just in time, and I knocked the monster out with my last technique." I smiled, remembering that Ino came to see me at the hospital after that; the blonde took over the night shift to "thank you for saving me."
  "Five hearts..." Harry seemed to be a little shocked.
  "He lived for a very long time, replacing his hearts. So long that he even fought with the First Hokage of our village," I remembered what I knew about that "immortal" from "Akatsuki"... Now I"ve forgotten the name, either Zukuku or Kuzuku... It doesn"t matter.
  "Hokage? Is that 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," so it's a sort of title. There are also Mizukage, Tsuchikage, Raikage, and Kazekage. By the way, my friend Gaara is currently the Fifth Kazekage. And my father was the Fourth Hokage... He died, sacrificing himself, saving me and the village.
  "I"m sorry..." Harry said.
  "A pity?" I asked in surprise. "What are you sorry about?"
  "Well, they"re just saying that, they"re sympathizing 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. That's why I also want to become Hokage, to continue my father's work and protect the village and the entire world if necessary. There is no need to feel sorry for me. Only weak losers are pitied, but I'm not like that!" and yet he got on my nerves a little, it's some kind of talent, only Sasuke could do that, and even then he didn't always succeed...
  "Sorry," Harry muttered, burying his face in his cup of tea.
  The tea was black and too strong for my taste. The house elf placed another teapot in front of me, and by the aroma I could tell that it contained green tea with jasmine. Just the thing to calm your nerves.
  "Thank you, Kreacher," I nodded, watching as he poured tea into a new mug with a funny loop on the side.
  "Kreacher apologizes for Master Harry," the elf muttered. "Harry's master did not want to offend the great warrior."
  "Harry's owner can speak for himself!" The wizard was indignant, shouting at the elf, who pressed his large ears back, glaring at him with displeasure.
  "So, you say you had a difficult childhood with evil relatives?" I chuckled, looking at the wizard, and then turned my gaze to the frowning elf. "Noticeably..."
  I walked out from behind the table, leaving Harry looking red and gurgling.
  ***
  "Excellent camouflage," I praised. Harry managed to surprise me for the second time by making the house he lived in disappear between two others, standing as a solid wall.
  "People might recognize me, I am very famous in the magical world," The wizard sighed, throwing the hood of his sweatshirt over his tousled head and becoming similar to Aburame Shino, only he had smaller and dark glasses.
  After turning around and checking out the clothes of passersby, I did a henge. There's no point in standing out in this world with a black and red shinobi suit with the village's forehead protector on it. However, I took off the protector and put it in the backpack that Kreacher brought, and also put my pouches with scrolls, seals and weapons there. I may have left the kunai that I have hidden in my sleeve, but it won"t be found anyway.
  Now I was wearing black, thick pants with a belt, an orange T-shirt, and a dark gray zip-up sweatshirt, and instead of ninja boots, I had sneakers, which were different in that they were completely closed and had laces. Harry is wearing something similar. England wasn't the warmest country I've ever been to, and clouds were already hanging over the city that morning. A gloomy place, and the architecture isn't the most rosy. Oh, where are you, my "resort" on Turtle Island?!
  "Even though there was a lot of poisonous, big, toothy and dangerous stuff there, it was warm. Let me put my henge on you, the hoodie is a bit too much, you're actually attracting too much attention by trying to hide," I said. He nodded and took off his hood.
  "That's it," I looked at the guy in front of me. "All I did was remove the glasses, the scar, and make his hair a little lighter and redder."
  "Wow!" - Harry came back to me from the mirrored display window of the store. "And how long will this polyjuice potion last?"
  "It's more of an illusion, I can hold it as long as needed. The main thing is that no one hurts you or breaks your shell. And stay close to me, about ten meters. Actually, something like this could have been accomplished with a wig or hair dye and makeup. And buy glasses with a less noticeable frame or dark ones. Here, every six-year-old can do henge, so it's mostly for fun. Powerful shinobi can easily recognize if someone is wearing henge. Ninja on missions often use a different disguise, wearing makeup."
  "You"ve changed too," Harry told me, looking into my face. "Those stripes on your cheeks have disappeared and it seems like your hair has become darker."
  "Yeah, you're very observant," I chuckled. "Well, I can't just show off my bright golden blonde here. While we were standing on the street, I didn"t notice a single blonde; everyone was either dark-haired or chestnut-red, or at best, red-haired or light-haired. Not to mention that I didn't see anyone with pink, green or blue hair, for example..."
  "So your friend Sakura... is that her real hair color?" The wizard's jaw almost dropped to the pavement.
  "Yeah. But it's still rare... My mother had bright red hair, the color of blood... Because of that, they called her "Bloody Habanero"..."
  "My mother had red hair and eyes like mine, but otherwise, everyone says I'm the spitting image of my father," Harry muttered.
  "Well, yes, that sounds 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 didn't know his way around very well because he bought a map.
  "I... I was rarely in London, my relatives often left me on Privet Drive, and then I entered Hogwarts, where I studied all year, except for the summer," As if making excuses, he said, "And I only know a few addresses... And even then, I reached many of them with an escort or with the help of a fireplace..."
  "Oh, okay," I shrugged, looking out the window. "I'm interested in seeing how people live in other countries. It's strange that you didn't ask Kreacher to transport us where we needed to go, since the elf brought you from your relatives to that house."
  Harry froze, smiled crookedly and rubbed his neck.
  "Somehow I didn't think about it. I'm not yet used to what elves can do."
  At this time we were already riding with him on what Harry called "the bus." An iron machine on wheels. A funny thing, only very slow. But at least you can sit and do nothing. Now I understand why wizards are such weaklings.
  "Let's take some money from my safe, I don't have much left, and I received a letter from the bank about the Black inheritance a long time ago, but I still couldn't bring myself to leave the house," Harry said to me. "We'll have to ask someone to open the way to Diagon Alley for us... Because you know I can't use a wand in the summer..."
  "It seems like this stick is nothing but trouble," I teased.
  "Yes, you"re probably right about something, Naruto," the guy smiled sadly. "But I really like being a wizard."
  "I really like being a shinobi too," I shrugged, and we laughed.
  ***
  "Diagon Alley is considered a magical site, and the Statute of Secrecy* does not apply in this area." the shaggy bartender, whom Harry asked to open the passage to the magical street, told us. "So you can safely do magic here, you are already old enough for this. In the general context, no one will notice your magic, guys."
  "I didn"t know that, thank you," Harry nodded, remaining unrecognized, and we walked to a brick wall in the backyard of some pub where strange individuals were sitting, in most of whom I sensed that very "magic."
  "I wonder why they didn't tell me about this?" he muttered, touching the wall with his wand.
  "You were probably small before, and it seems to me you didn"t really want to study," I shrugged, watching as the illusion collapsed and the entrance to another street opened.
  "Pretty cool, right?" Harry asked. "It's like stepping into another world..."
  "Yes..." now we were dressed very strangely and not like the locals.
  People were wearing robes and cloaks, which Harry called "robes." So I swapped my henge for something more appropriate for the locals. Camouflage is our everything.
  "Oh, great," said my wizard. "Now I can show you my magic, Naruto."
  "Yeah, that would be interesting."
  Harry seemed to be thinking about how he could surprise me. But, in my opinion, if he suddenly starts doing his magic, the others might not like it. It would be like me running around Konoha with Rasengans. Then a man caught my attention; he soiled his trousers by stepping in a puddle, then pulled out a wand and muttered something. The stain is gone. That's so cool. And no need to wash it!
  "Oh, that man used magic to remove dirt from his clothes, can you do that?" I tugged at Harry's sleeve. He looked rather sour.
  "These are everyday spells, I know little about them... I only learned combat and protective ones."
  "Well, yes, yes, the Dark Lord and all that. Everything is clear with you. Then perhaps you can demonstrate your combat spells to me later. You wanted to go to the bank," I reminded him.
  ***
  We went into the bank together, and I saw that besides people like Kreacher, there are also scary dwarves in the magical world. Harry said they were goblins, and when we walked in, they got nervous because they couldn't break my illusion. But I took off my henge in a separate room where Harry and I were taken so that visitors wouldn"t figure out who the "most popular young wizard" was.
  I don't know what's worse: being hated by everyone or being loved by everyone. In both cases, people only see what they want to see, ignoring us. They saw me as a demon, not Naruto Uzumaki, and he as "the boy who lived," not Harry Potter. It's complicated.
  I didn't go to the vault, but stayed in the office, where they offered me some tea. But my ninja instincts tell me things aren't that simple. But Naruto Uzumaki doesn't bully little children, as long as they don't bully him.
  Chapter Note:
  
  * The International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy was a law passed in 1689. At that time, the entire wizarding world went underground.
  Part 1. Chapter 5. Mission Completed
  "Gringotts Bank is very well protected from thieves, sir..."
  "Uzumaki," I prompted the goblin with the difficult-to-pronounce name, who had braided his long fingers almost into pigtails as he sat opposite me on a high chair. Our eyes were on the same level.
  "Don't think, Mr. Uzumaki, that your sorcery could deceive our defense system, besides, on the lower levels we have dragons and a waterfall that washes away any spells."
  "And why do I need to know this?" I was surprised, looking at the ring, covered in something pink, lying on a plate that was brought along with a mug of green tea, and wondering whether it was hard or soft.
  It smelled delicious, and while we were wandering around London, I managed to get hungry. Unable to resist, I poked my finger at the ring. Soft. And something slimy-looking crawled out from the side. I'm not that hungry, I guess. I wonder if they slipped some of that potion Harry was talking about into my tea? I'll drink and fall in love with this... What's his name... Basically, a goblin. Well... You shouldn't drink or eat anything here.
  "I just thought you should know that no one has ever been able to steal from goblins."
  "Yeah, an S-rank mission," I muttered. "Difficult to accomplish, often deadly, but very profitable."
  The goblin remained silent and continued to drill me with his small eyes, and I sat down more comfortably and, closing my eyelids, prepared to wait for Harry. We sat there in silence for about an hour. It's boring... someone would have attacked, otherwise it's not interesting.
  "Naruto," Harry called to me from afar. I think I dozed off a little. Apparently, the morning lesson was good, he didn't touch me to wake me up. "Come on, I'm done."
  I returned the henge to Harry and me, which is why the goblins just looked at each other and muttered something incomprehensible, maybe they have their own language?
  We left the bank.
  "Shall we eat somewhere?" I suggested. "Only where they don't pour a love potion or indigestion."
  Harry glanced at me.
  "And what? You said yourself that you have all kinds of potions. And we have a lot of all kinds of enemies, and the interrogators have the type of "truth serum" to talk to the enemies. As for love, it is unlikely, but which causes carnal desires - there are plenty of these. Every self-respecting kunoichi carries more than one capsule with her.... And a lot of guys don't shy away from poisons," I muttered, remembering Sai and some of his espionage methods.
  "That's how..." said Harry quietly, looking thoughtful. "You know, I've seen some people at Hogwarts wearing amulets and rings that recognize poisons and potions in food.... Maybe I should buy the same for myself."
  "Are you kidding?" I asked, surprised. "You could have bought protection and still haven't? Well you're a hero..."
  We walked through the shops where Harry had purchased local artifacts. I advised him to buy recognizing poisons in the form of buttons. It would be strange if he returned to school, all hung up with rings or pendants, and the buttons would not alert anyone.
  We had lunch in a small magical cafe, where we tried out the artifacts, and then we went into an alley and Harry called Kreacher.
  "Take Naruto and me to the entrance of the Ministry of Magic," he ordered the elf.
  M-Yeas... I was really expecting something....
  Something more colorful, or something, and not a dead end littered with garbage with a full-length red iron cage and broken windows in it. Harry informed me that it was a "phone booth" and dragged me into it. There was a black phone hanging on the wall with numbers in a circle, and the guy dialed the code. M! He managed to impress me, it's a disguised entrance!
  A female voice from the phone asked who we were and what the purpose of our visit was.
  "Har..." I barely managed to shut up this half-baked wizard and dragged him out of the booth.
  "Are you crazy?" I asked coldly. ""Harry Potter, really?" And who else? "Naruto Uzumaki, the summoned demon"? In order to "climb into the Arch of Death," right?"
  "Um..." he hunched his shoulders and looked at me from under his brows. "What about then?"
  "What should happen after we tell you the names and purpose of the visit?"
  "There should be badges that should be attached to the robes," he closed his eyes, as if remembering. "When you put on the badge, the booth takes the visitor down to the atrium of the Ministry, where you need to register the wands with the sorcerer on duty, and then you can go to the goal."
  "Where is this Arch located?"
  "In the Department of Mysteries, in the death chamber."
  I created two clones, making them look ten years older than us.
  They entered the booth, and we stood next to them and listened to them.
  "Gaara Ript and Narun Makki," The clone gave out the names by heart. "They arrived on a secret research mission to the death chamber."
  Well, yes, what is Rikudo not joking about, but these wizards are such morons...
  "Wow, they gave us badges," Harry chuckled in surprise, looking at my clone's palm. "It says 'Gaara Ript, research mission,' but this one says the same thing, just 'Narun Makki.'"
  "Remember your name and mine," I put on a badge and, throwing new heng on Harry and me, scattered the clones.
  ***
  The Ministry of Magic... flying airplanes, more crowds of people hurrying somewhere. For me, there's too much smooth, slippery stone... floor, walls, ceilings, statues. As it turns out, house elves and goblins aren't the only intelligent races. In the statue and the stone mosaic on the walls, I saw more half-horse people and half-fish people.
  We passed easily enough. They showed me the sticks, I made mine shadow, they touched it, weighed it and returned it to me. Harry asked where I got the wand from and when I managed to buy it for myself. That's a fool. You create clones here, and he doesn't realize that shadow copying can reproduce anything, let alone some piece of wood. I told him that the Shinobi had their own secrets, since I hadn't figured it out myself.
  The Arch of Death was really creepy. It turned out to be a huge, seemingly through hole in a relatively thin piece of rock. Only a black spider web seemed to be stretched in the doorway and a very quiet, indistinct whisper could be heard. Like when Kuby showed me illusions with demons in the inner world. Interesting.
  I created a clone by injecting some chakra into it, and sent it to investigate. He went in, but he didn't come out from the other side. And, strangely, I couldn't dispel the technique, as if it had been cut off.
  "I've lost contact with the clone," I said to Harry, who was staring at the arch in fascination and took a couple of steps towards it.
  "Hey!" I shook him by the shoulder. "Do you hear?"
  "Yes, I can hear someone whispering and crying softly"...
  "Oh, this? Forget it, it's always like that in these genjutsu. You can use your magic inside your body, and then you won't hear voices."
  Harry nodded and concentrated, and then looked at me in surprise.
  "Indeed, the voices seem to have become quieter, and I don't want to..."
  "Go there?" I asked. "Eh, brother, are you really going to let some voices drag you where you don't want to go? Don't get discouraged, the main thing is..."
  "And what now?" Harry asked. "You've lost contact with the clone, so he's dead?"
  "If the clone had died, the chakra would have returned, but most likely, he went to another world where I can't feel him, and he can't come back. So it's not known what it is at all."
  "They say it's a direct route to the World of the Dead", Harry shuddered, however, as he continued to circulate magic within himself.
  "Even if it's not a transition to the World of the dead, but, let's say, to another world, then I'll say right away, if twelve days have passed here, or rather, thirteen, then your godfather has definitely died, perhaps having lived quite a long time before that. After all, time with the original world is often greatly changed. When I return to my world, it will be a few hours at most. And that's assuming I'm stuck here with you for a couple of months. So think for yourself."
  "So he might not have died, but simply been transported to another world?"
  "Harry understood." And no longer be able to return home?
  "He could have died," I did not reassure him. "But in any case, he defended what was dear to him. You. Think about what Sirius would say if he saw it like this...."
  "Sleepy?" He finished softly, sitting down next to me on a stone bench.
  "Being chosen is not easy, Harry," I replied softly. "I know by myself..."
  "Let's get out of here," he stood up, looking at me in a completely different way. "I get it, Naruto.
  ***
  "It's beautiful here," I said, gazing out at the green fields and meadows, through the window of a large iron and long car, which Harry called the "train."
  "Yeah," he smiled.
  "You guys will love it, the Fringe Festival in Edinburgh is something!" A very cheerful Emma, a pretty red-haired girl with a good figure, hugged me, pressing this very figure against me. Her friend Jess was sitting next to Harry, smiling at us. However, she was smiling at Harry too.
  It all happened somehow easily and spontaneously.
  The next morning after going to the ministry, Harry, having learned that I could disappear at any moment, as I had fulfilled my "mission", decided to show me King's Cross Station and some kind of platform from which the train departs to his school. Kreacher took us there.
  There were a lot of people, as always in this England, but there were more young people among the crowd now.
  "Hi, are you going to the festival too, boys? May I meet you? Have you already bought tickets?" two girls came up to Harry and me: red-haired and with dark hair. "I'm Emma, and this is Jessica, but you can just call Jess. Maybe we can buy tickets nearby? It takes more than four hours to drive... It won't be boring...."
  Charming, contagious... And Harry didn't seem to have anything to do with girls.... from the word "never". Just the sight of them made him blush, turn pale, and start stuttering. Well, that's what you can do, I'm kind and I'm a positive hero. I had to tell them that we were going to some kind of festival, too, and go with them to buy tickets and ice cream.
  At first, though, Harry said he only had galleons, magic money, but after looking at what Jess was paying with, I made a shadow one. At the same time, he told Harry that he could spend some time with ordinary girls, and then Kreacher could transfer us at any moment to the four walls of his gloomy house, where he could not use his wand. After my words, Harry immediately became more sociable.
  Besides, I told him that the lives of heroes can be short, so it's worth taking a little break and enjoying this life.
  Anyway, we're going to Edinburgh.
  Part 1. Chapter 6. The simple life of difficult guys
  "It's a beautiful city," I drawled, when we arrived around noon where our temporary companions were heading.
  "It's great, isn't it?" Emma smiled. "Actually, the festival itself, when the guests and all kinds of tourists come together, will be in a month, in August. And now there are preparations and rehearsals. We are volunteers, and we will also help our friends with a theatrical production and a march. But now you can watch everything calmly, without crowds of people. And Edinburgh itself is a very interesting city. That's why we've been coming here for the second summer. And the hotel will be quite inexpensive. Many of our people spend the night in a tent camp, it's more fun that way. At this time, the main rehearsals are held, which can be viewed for free, and the volunteers are also entitled to various discounts in museums. Harry, when Emma mentioned the tent camp, chuckled strangely, but did not add anything.
  "You didn't know about all this, did you, Nart?" Jess's eyes narrowed slyly. "Yes, RJ?"
  We changed our names a bit because Harry said that the name "Naruto" is difficult to pronounce in English. I don't know how his "Harry" turned out to be "R.J." but that's how he introduced us, the guy learns fast, and he didn't bother with "muggles."
  "We made a mistake," I sighed, smiling broadly. "Yes, you're right, girls, we just went with you", It occurred to me that here, too, women can be treacherous and very clever. "When else can you get acquainted with such beauties? And if you've succeeded, then catch your luck by the tail. R.J. and I had nothing better to do, and we were sick of stuffy London. So it seemed like a great idea to go out in good company to change locations."
  "Okay," Emma fixed her hair. "Then take us out, we will register as volunteers, and then we will walk around Edinburgh with you."
  Despite the fact that the festival had not yet begun, preparations for it were in full swing. They put up all kinds of posters on which I only understood the numbers "1996".
  When I asked Harry about the numbers, he said it was the year, and I thought it was a little strange. There's a completely different time frame here. And Harry also added that it was "the time of the Nativity of Christ," which completely confused me. In our country, everything is considered differently and much simpler: a year means a twelve-year cycle and an animal in this cycle, everything is clear, for example, I was born in the year of the Tiger of the sixth cycle of the era of Hidden Villages. And here it's kind of too confusing.
  The people had fun, sang songs, danced, and Harry and I looked at all this with all our eyes. There have been holidays in Konoha too, but it's all on a big scale, and it's just a rehearsal, not the festival itself. But there really weren't as many people as in London, and mostly only in the center at the so-called "venues". And we also met what seemed to be military men, dressed up in some kind of bright uniforms, who walked in formation and played completely strange melodies on shiny musical instruments, it was unusual. It was funny to me because I imagined such "warriors" in the Konoha forest with their "music".
  Emma and Jess and I walked through the streets of Edinburgh, and the further away from the center, the calmer and more peaceful it became.
  Harry thought to call Kreacher in the public bathroom and ask him to exchange his gold coins for local paper currency. The house elf didn't show up later, but I had a wad of banknotes in my pocket. It's funny, as if the old dwarf didn't trust his master to spend money, or maybe he didn't want to break my "magic", since Harry and I still wore my henge. I gave him the money, but he told himself to keep half of it just in case.
  Our girls chatted incessantly, telling and showing the local sights, it was funny. We visited the stone castle and the museum, and I liked the crap that turns everything upside down. Harry cheered up and relaxed somehow, sometimes even began to laugh. Periodically, turning to Jess, he began to hug her, she didn't seem to mind. And Emma was almost hanging on to me. It's a pity that there are so many people and the city... However, it may not be customary to take girls into the bushes here. Besides, in Konoha, I would prefer a normal bed or a futon.
  "Let's go to a cafe," Jess suggested, pointing to a bright red corner. Above the door, which resembled a torii, there was a gilded inscription of three words. Actually, I've already noticed that the first short word of three characters is often found, not that I decided to study the local script, but natural observation takes its toll.
  "What's the name?" I asked Harry.
  "The Elephant House," he read and explained, "An elephant is such a big animal."
  "Don't you know who an elephant is, Nart?" Emma smiled, looking at me questioningly.
  "I've never met him," I laughed.
  "You guys are kidding us! R.J., are you kidding?" Jess tugged at Harry.
  "Yes, we're joking, but I haven't really seen the elephant, what does it look like, this elephant of yours?" I giggled, joking. We went to the cafe, it was quite cozy there.
  "That's what an elephant looks like!" Emma showed me a wooden chair in the form of a fat-nosed and lop-eared animal on four legs-pillars.
  "Then I'm sitting on an elephant!" I laughed, sitting down.
  We ordered, and the girls went to the bathroom. By the way, there were a lot of elephants and his images, so I understood why the cafe has such a name.
  "Listen, Naruto... I mean, the Sled," Harry leaned a little closer to me. "I... I don't know, should I kiss Jess? I'm not sure and..."
  "Haven't you ever been kissed?" My eyebrows went up on their own.
  "I've been kissing," Harry sighed. "But when it happened, that girl burst into tears"...
  "Are you such a bad kisser?" I was amazed. I have never heard of such a miracle. "Or is it a manifestation of magic?"
  "Well..." he lowered his gaze. "I just liked her, and she... liked the guy who died because of me a year ago, we kind of dated her, but..."
  "Nine tails in my liver," was all Naruto could mutter. "You're that... Don't worry."
  "I don't think the problem was you and your kissing technique," I patted him on the shoulder. "Of course, the first experience is very important... hmm... when I was little, we accidentally kissed... one guy in front of the whole class. That was the number. We almost killed each other, and the girls beat me up", I thought about it, remembering my shame and disgrace. "Anyway, I mean, it could have been worse for you."
  "Yeah..." Harry muttered. "Did they tease you afterwards?"
  "It happened once and by accident," I shrugged my shoulders. "And then Sasuke became my friend. Not because of the kiss, of course, but because we were assigned to the same team. I actually like girls."
  "But still... I'm a little unsure," Harry changed the subject.
  Emma and Jess returned, and the noodles we ordered were brought to us, but they tasted completely different from those in my homeland. We had dinner with an appetite and sat in a cafe for a long time and chatted with the girls. From the large window there was a view of the castle we had visited earlier in the day.
  A middle-aged woman was sitting at a table in the corner, scribbling something in a thick notebook, glancing at us a couple of times absently. I noticed her because the owner of the place came up to her and brought her tea, and also talked to a little red-haired girl, about three or four years old, who was hanging around her table, playing with a doll, and often looked at me. Probably because we were laughing and smiling, the girl was probably a little sad.
  "It's time for us to go to camp," Emma said, looking at her watch. "You can take the hotel. There are quite a few of them nearby."
  "We can meet tomorrow..." Jess offered, embarrassed. "There's a great beach here...."
  "Okay," I nodded. "We'll walk you out."
  It wasn't far to go, so we handed the girls over to their friends and went back.
  "Well, can we really stay the night here?" Harry suggested. "There is money, but there are really a lot of motels and hotels here, near the castle."
  The streets were almost empty, most likely because most of the people were closer to the center, where they were still rehearsing and playing music.
  "So you're a wizard after all, Naruto? Since you can do all sorts of magical things" Harry asked me as we walked down the street, enjoying the silence.
  "Well... we call it a "chakra." And according to the classification you gave me, I'm more of a combat magician. I can't brew potions, that is, poisons and poisons. And to treat, too, that's what our ninja doctors, the Irinins, are doing. What you called mental magic is our genjutsu, my friend Sasuke is well versed in it, and he has special eyes.... It can confuse your head... - I sighed. - Ninjutsu is most likely what you called "enchantment". Perhaps the only ones you didn't mention were taijutsu, kenjutsu, and fuinjutsu. I don't know, maybe it's not in your world, or maybe you don't know."
  "And what is it?" Harry asked.
  "Taijutsu is the art of hand-to-hand combat, the body is saturated with chakra, which gives high speed, impact power, and impenetrability in some cases. Kenjutsu is a fight with weapons, most often with a sword, katana, or tanto. But few ninjas use pure kenjutsu, which is ineffective against Shinobi. Sasuke, for example, can pass his lightning element through his sword...."
  "Wow, are you also elemental magicians?" Harry stared at me.
  "Well, yes, everyone has an affinity with some element...." I scratched the back of my head, remembering Kakashi's instructions. There are five main ones: lightning, water, earth, wind, fire. And some particularly gifted people, which I'm not one of, have the ability to combine basic elements to form new ones. I met a guy who made ice, and one of my captains could grow trees by combining water and land... I also heard that someone in the land of Earth has an element of lava - the union of fire and earth."
  "Wow!" said Harry again. "Your world is incredible!"
  "There are constant wars in my world," I sighed. "Shinobi are made to kill. And we always sow hatred. We avenge our dead comrades, and then they take revenge on us.... Eh, let's not be sad, okay?"
  "Okay," Harry smiled. "I would like to see what your chakra is like...."
  "Well, that's easy," I grinned, releasing a chakra in my hand and forming a ball of simple, almost non-combat rasengan. "Just don't touch it."
  "Wow," Harry's face lit up with a bluish light.
  "It's a pure chakra, but it's shaped like a ball", I explained, pulling the rasengan back into my palm.
  There was a rustle in the bushes, and I resisted the urge to throw a shuriken there. It was lucky for the cat that ran out of there that I had a weapon in my backpack.
  "Well, shall we go to the hotel?"
  "Yeah, let's go."
  
  Part 1. Chapter 7. A Strange encounter
  "May I see your passports, young people?" It was asked by a polite, balding man in semicircular glasses, who was sitting at the counter in a hotel that Harry and I liked.
  We both looked at each other and hesitated.
  "And I forgot at home..." Harry muttered, quickly shooting his eyes at me. "Excuse me, but can I have no documents?"
  "I'm sorry, but no."
  "We moved away from the counter."
  "Ask Kreacher to deliver your documents," I whispered.
  "If only I still had them. I don't have a Muggle passport, and wizards use a wand and magic as identification tools."
  Well, yes, Shinobi have the same thing - except for the chakra and the personal file code on the back of the hitai, there are also no "documents".
  "Tell me, what do these documents look like? So that I can make shadow copies."
  "Well..." Harry hesitated, "I should have looked at Emma and Jess. I can't explain it to you on my fingers. Uncle Vernon keeps them in his wallet...."
  "Then we'll have to rob someone to look at the documents." I grinned at him. "I've already decided to stay here, it's interesting how everything works here in hotels.... But, in principle, you can get in and spend the night in the room."
  "Oh, well..." said Harry. "I won't even be able to sleep then, worrying that we'll... that we'll be discovered."
  "Well, yes, I agreed with his arguments." You can forget about the rest. "Constant vigilance will be required."
  Harry giggled for some reason.
  "what?"
  "We have a former auror in the Order of the Phoenix who also talks about constant vigilance. As he barks in my ear: "Constant vigilance!". You'll jump right up."
  "If I'd been vigilant, I'd have thrown some kind of spell at him so he wouldn't sneak up on me anymore." I chuckled, and Harry seemed to be seriously thinking.
  We left the hotel, and I almost fell, tripping over something, or rather over someone. So, damn, we agreed on "constant vigilance", I myself am completely relaxed here. Only by a miracle I didn't trample the child. Stop. A child?
  "Girl, what are you doing here so late?" Harry turned his head to look for the adults, and so did I. There were no adults.
  "Hey, I know her," I said, moving closer to the light streaming from the hotel windows. This girl was at the cafe where Emma and Jess and I had dinner.
  "Jessie," the girl repeated after me, staring at us with all her eyes, and pointing at herself with her finger.
  "Is your name Jessica?" Harry asked.
  "Uh-huh, I'm Jessica," the little one was delighted by such understanding.
  "How did she end up here? It's more than a block from the Elephant House to this hotel..." Harry asked me absently.
  "Ale you Hally Pottel?" it was also addressed to me, but from a girl.
  And in the burr of his pronunciation, I recognized the name of the wizard who had summoned me here. We exchanged glances at the same time.
  "Are you talking about Harry Potter, Jessica?" I asked her carefully.
  "Yeah, you'le Hally Pottel, I've seen magic," she said.
  Harry enlightened me last night about the magical "international statute of secrecy." Of course, we can't say that every dog knows about the hidden village, and even more so its location, which is why it is hidden. But almost everyone knows about the existence of Shinobi as such. And for them, the wizards, only the wizards themselves and those involved, for example, Muggles, the wizard's parents or siblings, who did not have magic, know about the existence of magic and themselves. I didn't feel any magic in the girl. And no one else in that cafe, so it was very strange to hear Harry's name coming from a three-year-old girl.
  "Hey, baby, how do you know about Harry?" I smiled broadly. My appearance always helps when working with a "client", strangers and children usually trust me, which is important in our work. No one tells them that I'm "a little bit of a demon."
  "My mom is wliting a story about you. About Hally Pottel. Whele ale youl lound glasses?" She pointed with her hands at how round Harry Potter's glasses should be, and that made him shudder, as if something was beginning to sink in.
  "Little girls shouldn't walk alone in the dark. Let's take you to your mom." I said kindly to the child. "And you'll tell us everything at the same time."
  "Nice," Jessica agreed, smiling. "But did you show me any magic?"
  After thinking about it, I made a shadowy soft green frog. Who would believe a three-year-old girl if they don't believe in "magic" here?
  "I'm sorry, but she'll disappear when we get to your mom, okay?" I handed the girl a temporary gift.
  "Kelmit!"she immediately named the toy, hugging it to her.
  "Jessie, do you know where your house is?" Harry asked the girl, who was engrossed in cuddling the frog.
  "Yes, next to Aunt Dee's house..." was the comprehensive answer.
  "I think we should take her to the cafe where I saw her. The owner seems to know her there. Come on, Jessica." She took my hand, holding the toy tightly to her with the other.
  "Hey, how does she know my name?" Harry whispered in my ear.
  "Yeah, well done, you're thinking fast," I chuckled softly.
  "Considering that the woman in the cafe was her mom, who writes a story about you, and yet she's not a wizard at all, but a simple Muggle, it's fucking weird."
  "Jessie, why don't you ride on my neck?" I asked the girl because we were walking very slowly, and she seemed tired. She squealed joyfully and clung to me.
  We reached the Elephant House, but the cafe was already closed.
  "It's already a quarter past ten," Harry looked at his watch. "They closed fifteen minutes ago.
  "Jessica! Jessie!" there were screams in the street. "Jessica!"
  Harry and I hurried there.
  "Mom!" apparently, my passenger recognized the voice.
  The same woman from the cafe ran out to us. Slightly disheveled, scared and confused.
  "Oh my God, Jessie! You've been found! My girl! Baby!"
  I took the girl off my neck, not forgetting to put the toy away. She ran to her mother, hugging her neck.
  "Mom! I was assaulted by Gally Pottel! He's a leal wizald, I saw for myself!" the girl immediately turned us in.
  "Excuse her," the woman smiled sheepishly. "I started writing a story, and she is my only listener. Thanks for finding her, boys."
  Jessica darted back to us and clung to me.
  "Mom, they're magicians!"
  "I'm sorry," the woman was embarrassed again. "We live nearby. Would you like some tea?"
  "Of course," I smiled broadly. "We'd love to, wouldn't we, friend?"
  "Don't think that I'm... Jessie.... I turned away for just a minute, and she disappeared somewhere."
  "I'm looking fol wizalds, Mom", the girl was indignant, who kept trying to explain to her mother why she had left. "Well, it looks like there was more than just a cat in those bushes."
  "I'm Joanna," the girl's mother introduced herself to us.
  "My name is Nart, and this is RJ, we arrived from London today", I smiled broadly, sending rays of kindness, and the slightly nervous woman relaxed.
  ***
  "So what kind of story are you writing?" I asked when we reached a small apartment in a two-story building with tall checkered windows.
  "I'm writing a story about a boy wizard," Joanna smiled shyly again after sipping her tea. "However, so far this story is of little interest to anyone, many publishers have refused me. They say they don't want to study children's literature."
  "Maybe you can tell us what this story is about?" I smiled. "After all, Jessica considered me the hero of your story, and my friend and I are curious."
  "Mom, I'm telling you, I'm telling you, but you can't heal me! It's definitely Hally Potter!" Jessica protested.
  "I'll put her to bed. Sorry, I'll be back soon", Our hostess tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
  "It's kind of weird," Harry whispered to me when the woman left.
  "Take it easy, RJ," we'll find out soon enough.
  Part 1. Chapter 8. The whole truth
  "Let me help you make tea, Joanna," I smiled at the woman when she returned ten minutes later after putting her daughter to bed.
   I learned this trick from Jiraiya. A light psychotropic drug planted in her cup, thanks to baby Ino for my supply, allowed our hospitable but nervous hostess to finally relax and gain confidence in strangers, that is, Harry and me. Great stuff, by the way, made on herbs and without consequences for the "client", no nausea and headaches for you. The person then doesn't understand why he blurted out his whole background to you and wanted to abruptly make friends with you. In the absence of my genjutsu abilities, it is an indispensable thing.
   "Will you let me read the manuscript?" since my pervert godfather, besides spying on his native village, traveling to different countries, also wrote novels with vulgar content, I was familiar with the publishing kitchen. I copied his "bestsellers" for the printing house more than once, because Jiraiya's handwriting was very bad... it was.
  "Yes, of course," Joanna rummaged in her bag and handed over a stack of sheets, which Harry took, as the only one of the two of us who could read English.
  "Tell me how you decided to write this book about a boy wizard," I asked softly. "And the name is so interesting. Harry Potter, it seems, if I understood your daughter correctly?"
  "You see, Nart," she shifted in her chair. "I'm... a Loser.... A couple of years ago, with a very young Jessie, I moved to Edinburgh. You can say that I ran away from my former life... my sister and her husband live here. I think I saw you two at his cafe today. Since childhood, I dreamed of becoming a writer, making up stories.... And so, two years ago, when I came here and was sitting at the train station waiting for my sister... I overheard a conversation. As crazy as it may sound, the two women were talking about the same boy, calling him "the boy from the prophecy" Harry Potter. I heard the name clearly. From their conversation, I realized that he has a very noticeable lightning-shaped scar on his forehead and funny round glasses. That he went to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry. They talked about magic and different things. And then they left as they disappeared.... I still don't know what it was. Now it seems to me that it was some kind of dream or inspiration came to me in such an unusual way."
  Joanna smiled sadly.
  "This is the story of a little orphan who became a wizard. His birthday even coincides with mine.... This story gave me a reason to move on... captured me. I wanted to tell you about it. About the boy who lived and defeated the Dark Lord again," she spread her hands. It's just a pity that they refused me everywhere and advised me to find a real job. I live on welfare, but..." Joanna glanced eloquently around the small apartment.
   While she was talking, Harry, who was sitting next to me on the couch, was humming softly, reading the yellowish pages rather quickly.
  "All in all, it's interesting," he murmured. "That's just most of it... outright fiction.... But I'm not even halfway there yet. And here it's wrong about Quidditch - the rules are completely different, and the image of Harry Potter... I don't know..."
  "My godfather wrote a book about a fearless Shinobi in his youth," I replied thoughtfully. "Perhaps, if it weren't for this book of his, the world would have remained unchanged. You know, this story, the Harry Potter story, wouldn't affect your statute of secrecy at all, it would only strengthen it. This woman writes about magicians, but did not believe her own daughter, who told her that she had seen magic."
  "It's human nature to doubt," Harry chuckled understandingly. "You know, after I returned from school to the Dursleys, it seemed to me that everything that had happened before was an unusual dream. Too magical to be true. But in fact, I fell fast asleep in the closet under the stairs and dreamed of all this magic... Damn..."
  "I... don't understand something at all," the hostess looked at us nervously. "I... who are you?"
  "We're going to step away for a minute, Joanna," I smiled reassuringly. "R.J. and I need to clarify something."
  Harry got up and followed me into the kitchen.
  "Is the Weekly Prophet not enough for me? This Mordred's newspaper is constantly putting me on a pedestal, then shitting me so much that it's impossible to wash off," the wizard seethed. "And then this woman heard something about me somewhere out of the corner of her ear and made up her mind."
  "You know, it's neither good nor bad yet," I said. "You really have a chance to tell this whole magical and non-magical world how it really was. A first-hand story. Without embellishment. If this story of yours, heard during a difficult period of her life, helped her, then she can help others."
  "And what do you suggest?" Harry asked sarcastically. "Take off her magic, tell her that Harry Potter himself is her guest, the terror of the Dark Lords and Death Eaters, and then pump out the shock? Yes, and violate the statute of secrecy...."
  "Well, it could be a lot easier," I chuckled, rummaging through my backpack, which I hid under the hanger. "These are psychotropic spy pills. If you give one of them to a person to drink after the one I already gave her in order to gain trust, then you can tell anything you want. At least give instructions on how to kill the local ruler. She'll think she made it up on her own. Joanna won't even remember that we visited her last night. But she'll remember everything you tell her after she takes the pill very well. And as for her three-year-old daughter... Joanna will think that she had a dream about wizards, which she herself is reading to her. Basic human psychology."
  "So you've already drugged her? I hadn't noticed," he said.
  "Sleight of hand," I shrugged. "Otherwise, she'll write some nonsense using your name, like in those prophetic newspapers of yours. At least you can control the process here...."
  "Fuck, you're right about that..." Harry slumped wearily into a chair. "In this case, obliviate would not have helped either.... Or you have to erase too much of her memory. It's necessary to get there like that. I'm always getting into some shit and something happens to me."
  "That's the fate of all heroes," I chuckled.
  "Okay, let's take our pill, I mean, we'll do as you said," Harry agreed.
  I nodded and went into the room where the hostess was waiting patiently for us.
  "Would you like some more tea, Joanna?" I asked her, smiling.
  ***
  It was already getting light when Harry told about the goblet of fire, which turned out to be a portal to the cemetery. About Cedric Diggory, with whom they touched it together. About this guy's death and Voldemort's rebirth. How he got back. And that he gave the money he won to his friend's twin brothers, and his girlfriend caught a reporter fly.
  Harry was exhausted and looked very tired, reliving it all again.
  "That's enough, the effects of the drug will pass soon, and you're already slurring your tongue, and Jessica will wake up. It would be bad if she found us here," I stopped him.
  "Yes," he nodded.
  We went out to the kitchen, and Harry called Kreacher.
  "Go home," my friend asked him. "Yes, now he's definitely a friend."
  The elf took us to the mansion, to Harry's room, I think.
  "Naruto," he clung to me. "Could you stay in the room with me? Cedric..."
  "Are you feeling guilty about his death?" I asked.
  "I decided to play the noble game, and because of that, he died. Actually, I wanted to win, but I thought that this way everyone would leave me alone, that they wouldn't tease me anymore... if Cedric and I shared this victory. I'm not a hero at all...."
  "Hush, hush," I had to hug him, stroking his dark hair, which I had completely lost because of henge.
  "I'm so insignificant," he sobbed, burying his face in my chest.
  "Calm down and get some sleep. Whether you're a hero or not, time will tell."
  He breathed more evenly and fell asleep without letting go of my clothes from his clutching fingers.
  Part 1. Chapter 9. The Other Side
  "That's the end of your story, isn't it, Naruto?" I asked a question into the void after reading the last page of the seven hundredth issue of the manga.
  But in any case, everything that was published after he learned the Golden Veil on Turtle Island was already purely an author's fiction. And personally, it's noticeable to me, of course, that this Kishimoto tried, but after reading it, there remains a feeling of dissatisfaction, the falsity of individual episodes. Especially for me, who personally knew Uzumaki Naruto. The man who changed the world. In every sense. Even the fact that he encouraged me to take this adventure with a muggle writer in the summer of nineteen ninety-six.
  As if on purpose, just six months after the victory over Voldemort, the first Harry Potter book was released in mass circulation.
  Merlin's cookies, how they all stood on their ears! "Leak", "violation of the statute of secrecy", "who dared?". There was also shock and disbelief that the "hero of magical England" lived in a closet under the stairs. It seems that all of them, as they once believed in the sugar fairy tale about me, continued to believe. It was damn nice to dip someone into the "truth about the hero" and destroy the illusions. Naruto was right. "First-hand experience" is more reliable. It was not possible to get to the bottom of the "leak", and soon the second "true book" about the secret room and the basilisk in Hogue was published. Investigations and inspections have already begun.
  But despite all the hype, as Naruto said, in fact, the statute of secrecy has not been violated. Conversely. Now you can safely walk around the center of London in a robe, and everyone will think that you are "cosplaying". Muggles will always find an explanation for a miracle. And the children who received the invitation letters became at least a little prepared for the realities of the magical world, which, if a fairy tale, is not particularly magical and pleasant. On top of that, assimilation with Muggles and interest in their culture among magicians has increased dramatically because of these books.
  And Naruto was right about that.
  After the two thousandth year, when the book about the tournament and Cedric's death was published, I remember Ron being very offended by me. Like then. However, by the age of ninety-six, I had outgrown this school friendship internally. I wanted to be like Naruto. To become just as strong, courageous, and not just recklessly brave, to think with your head. In the few days he's been in my world, this guy has shown me what friendship, dedication, and duty are. He changed me. He made me believe in myself. And when I found out his story...
  "Harry, have you read this yet? I received a magic mail from Tokyo today!" Sirius came into the room. He was holding a manga I already knew.
  "Ha!" I showed my issue, winking at my rather smiling godfather.
  He and Naruto's clone returned in the spring of nineteen ninety-nine, on the first anniversary of Voldemort's final death. It was a double celebration. My Shinobi friend was right about the Arch, that it was something like a one-way portal, but he didn't know that wizards live much longer than Muggles, and even longer than many Shinobi. As it turned out, that sent clone found Sirius and, using his magic-chakra, found a way out of that world, however, into the neighboring world. In general, they came to us only almost three years after the "death" of my godfather, for Sirius, about sixty years had passed. But he came back very mature, and "constant vigilance" became his motto, and he also "stuck" to Naruto. The clone, who turned out to be something like a material ghost from a chakra with a matrix of memory and skills, did not age a single day. But this is not surprising.
  The real Naruto returned to his world on the morning of the third of July, the ninety-sixth. After we "pumped up" that writer who became my unwitting biographer.
  It happened unexpectedly and quickly, he only managed to say that he had to go, and disappeared with a pop. But when his clone returned, I learned the whole story of Naruto from him. The pool of memory, as it turned out, works great with the chakra, and it was... It's just amazing. It's just a pity that after that, the clone interrupted his technique and returned, saying that he had completed his mission.
  At first, I was thinking of writing a book about him, just like about me. But all these fights, these techniques, they defied description! It was too cool for someone accustomed to the "wonders" of the wizarding world, let alone the Muggle world. And then Sirius and I went to Japan. Because the "ninja" lived in Japan. Perhaps Naruto was from the parallel magical world of Japan, where magic turned into chakra. It's hard to say.
  I remember Sirius and I wandered around Tokyo for a long time, went into a bookstore, and I saw comics on one of the shelves. But unlike the American ones, they were black and white, and only some had red on them. The seller explained that it was a manga. One of these Japanese comics caught my attention because there were animals and people with red eyes on the cover, as if it were the Uchiha clan, which included Naruto's friend Sasuke.
  "This is the work of a young mangaka, Masashi Kishimoto," the salesman said. "The manga won the Promising Authors Award. He's a very talented young man, and he's good at the fight scenes."
  Thanking the seller, I bought this comic and a few more that were about martial arts.
  A week later, after I had studied all the "young and promising" authors, I asked my Japanese colleagues to find this Masashi Kishimoto for me.
  I used almost the same method as my friend, but after forcing the Japanese to drink the necessary potions, I plunged him into a pool of memory, into which I prepared pieces of the clone's memories in advance. Everything that could be shown. I don't like it when people pry into my personal life, so a lot, a lot has remained "behind the scenes." And when he was little... It was too personal. So for the most part, it was the life of a military boy in a military village. All before his training sessions on Turtle Island.
  The results eventually exceeded my expectations, and this manga was adapted into cartoons.
  "I wonder what really happened there?" Sirius muttered.
  "Yes, I'd like to know that too," I smiled. "But I'm sure someone like Naruto will definitely achieve everything he wants."
  "Speaking of which," Sirius smiled. "I recently reread all the Harry Potter books and still didn't understand why you were paired with Ginny Weasley in them, and even a blood traitor?
  " Well, it's an author's fiction, I think," I shrugged my shoulders. "Ginny, by the way, still can't forgive me for not choosing her, as in the book. But, by Merlin, I don't remember giving her any reason to hope for anything.
  "I also noticed that it says so in the books," he thought. "It's like the author doesn't understand many things in the magical world, but she uses them in character conversations or mentions them, but... it's like someone dictated it to her," Sirius said carefully, looking at her intently.
  "Okay, I admit it was me. Satisfied?" I raised my hands in the air. This question has sometimes been raised and still agitates many minds of the magical community, despite the fact that more than fifteen years have passed. But everyone understood that the source of the information was the "inner circle of the hero," many thought of Neville, so direct accusations should not have been made. It seems that Joanna was secretly tested for her divination ability, but of course, nothing was found.
  "But how? When?!" Sirius sat down in the next chair.
  "Do you remember the book about the half-blood Prince?"
  He nodded in response.
  "The only book where nothing is said about how I spent the summer. It was after your "death". Everyone abandoned me. I was desperate... Yes, I was hysterical and upset about a lot of things in Dumbledore's office when you fell through the Archway. And in the next book, I "got smart," I chuckled. "Can you imagine, Sirius, I was so angry and upset that, like a jerk, I summoned a demon to get you out of the Arch.
  "what? A demon?" Sirius's eyes widened. "But you could..."
  "yes. Now I know," I grinned, interrupting my godfather's panic. "I was lucky that something went wrong and instead of a demon, Naruto got into our world. He's not really a demon after all, but a jinchuuriki. I can't imagine what would happen to me if I saw what was hiding inside him all the time....
  "Well, yes," Sirius chuckled.
  "In the summer of '96, we tried to get you out of the Arch, and as you know, he sent his clone after you. And Naruto and I, after what we thought was an unsuccessful attempt, decided to have some fun and went to Edinburgh, where we met this very J.K. Rowling. However, then her name was Joanna. It turned out that Naruto showed me his chakra, that rasengan ball, and Rowling's daughter saw us, she decided that Naruto was Harry Potter because he was a wizard.
  "Yeah, it's funny," Sirius chuckled. "But wait, how did they even know about Harry Potter?"
  " Oh, I think we should thank some gossips for that, who gossip too much at train stations while waiting for the train.... Joanna heard the story about me, thought of a lot, wrote her own and tried to publish it. We were lucky to run into her like that and prevent another Rita Skeeter with speculation and a nimble pen. Even if the end of the story turned out to be quite peculiar... And a lot has been added... Including my unexpected "wife and kids.""
  "That's reasonable," Sirius drawled after a moment's thought. "But in 'ninety-six..."
  "I told her the story of the boy who survived and made it to the fourth year," I explained.
  "But they started publishing the book," my godfather nodded understandingly. "The Harry Potter story has become popular..."
  "It's good that it happened after Voldemort was defeated. Otherwise, I think things could have gone according to a different scenario....
  "I remember that this writer had a long creative crisis after she wrote her fourth book. So it was related to the fact that she had written everything she knew in these books?
  "Yes..." I nodded. "The Magical Society was also disappointed by the expectation of a "sequel." But for me, this sequel, where you die, and all this filth in general: the Ministry, Umbridge, the accusations and ridicule in the newspapers, was an ordeal. But Naruto helped me again," I smiled. "Then, in two thousand two, the film adaptation of his story began, and I found the strength to go to Joanna and tell the final part of my story.
  "Thanks for telling me," Sirius smiled.
  "Well, now..." I shrugged my shoulders. "So many years have passed, you can no longer hide the truth."
  "I think Naruto will be fine."...
  "Yes..."
  "Hey, Harry, isn't that why you prefer blondes with blue eyes?"
  "Sirius, dattebae!"!!
  "Ah-ha-ha! The prank was a success!"
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