Favorites. Book 1: What kind of a magician am I now?!

August 9th, 1988 England, Cokworth, Spinners' Cul-de-sac, Severus Snape's house It seems that when the street door slammed softly, my new sensei realized how cruelly he had been tricked into "working out with an eight-year-old kid for more than twenty days." They took it on show and off the cuff. If Aunt Petunia had given him a few minutes to think, I wouldn't have stayed here. I felt several emotions from Severus Snape: confusion, annoyance. Oh, I need to prove myself to be an adequate child, with whom there will be fewer problems than he has already managed to imagine. “Sorry about that, sir," I said softly. “Could you show me the house and where I can and can't go? I don't want to inconvenience you or myself.” At my words, he turned his whole body towards me and narrowed his black eyes suspiciously. Oh, I have such eyes in this life, and I would definitely become the spitting image of Sasuke. I even changed my hairstyle a little this week — my hair remained in a short "crew cut" on top of my head, but it grew a little in front. And abnormally fast for the hair. Maybe someday I'll get hair techniques like Jiraiya's? This will also need to be dealt with and observed. Perhaps this is a manifestation of magic, because when I first looked at myself, I realized that there was little of Uzumaki Naruto there, but it was quite realistic to resemble Uchiha. Since yesterday, I have decided to give up glasses and focus on perception training. Otherwise, the vision is "tunnel vision" anyway, you can't see anything from the sides, so the entire periphery blurs even more from these eyepieces. I also spent the past week diligently doing special exercises that I once spied on Sasuke, he used these exercises to develop his sharingan to relieve tension from his eyes. I thought that it definitely wouldn't be superfluous, but my eyes needed to be pumped and trained. It seemed that I could see a little better than when I got into Harry's body at the very beginning. At least in the semi-darkness. It seems that this is due to the fact that the pupil is reluctant to work and constantly remains dilated, and this vision is only at a certain distance. So when we went to Cokworth, I safely left the hated eye crutches on the bedside table in the closet under the stairs. Learn to let the chakra near your eyes and you don't have to worry at all.… Eh, but first we need to figure out the magic. “Let's go," Snape-sensei interrupted my thoughts. I got up from the bench and followed him. In general, the house was similar in layout to the one in which the Dursleys lived. From the living room, we entered the kitchen, which was slightly smaller than my relatives', and a little untidy. The stove is not very clean. And for some reason, I didn't find the refrigerator. Maybe the magicians have something like cooling cabinets with fuinjutsu? I made such seals, they come in handy on a hike, especially if you go somewhere to the Land of the Wind. I still remember Gaara's eyes when I took ice cream out of my backpack on the second day of my desert trip and shared it with him. He seems to have had a bigger shock from that, rather than death and resurrection. Well, know the Uzumaki. So, let's move on, there is no closet here, or rather, instead, shelves for books are made under the stairs. Heh, and where should I sleep? “There's a bathroom," Snape-sensei commented on one of the doors. If you want to wash, you'll have to heat the water. There's only a wood-burning titan here. I heat the water with magic… Anyway, call me.” “I see," I nodded. Konoha also had a peculiar system and there were strict restrictions on hot water. In principle, if you warm up your body with the circulation of the chakra, then you can calmly wash yourself in an icy stream. However, it's not good if the enemies have sensors on the mission. Until I set myself a fuin warming water, I suffered too… I wonder if the seals work here? In theory, they should, I calmly used the chakra last time. For seals, you need chakra-conducting paper and special ink that absorbs chakra, and, in fact, a fuinjutsu master. Maybe magic will work too? However, first you need to understand how this magic works. Next to the bathroom there was a door to the basement, in which there was a laboratory. I was strictly forbidden to go down there. But Snape-sensei did not limit himself to prohibitions alone and waved his wand. I felt something forbidding and locking fly out of the piece of wood. “Did you put up some kind of magic lock?” I asked. “It feels like this place now…” Snape chuckled, and a fist-sized shiver ran down my spine. So much like Uchiha. It even seems that the smell is the same. Sasuke washed himself with herbal shampoo and pine soap, and Snape-sensei also smelled of something vegetable. Damn, I'm getting really emotional. I hope I don't cry like a little kid here. There's so much going on... and it's so scary to even think that somewhere out there in my world he's gone. “What's wrong with you?” I flinched when he touched me and lifted my head by the chin. I took a step back. “I'm sorry, sir. You just remind me of my friend. He is no longer with us. But I'm not going to smear my snot, and that won't stop me from learning from you in any way.” “That's how?..” that's all he said, and we continued to inspect the house. “There were three rooms on the second floor. One of them is a bedroom, the second, the largest, is a kind of library-study. A couple more swings of the wand, and another forbidding spell appeared on those books that I was not allowed to read.” The third room turned out to be the smallest, with a sloping ceiling, resembling my closet. Just under the slope was a small sagging sofa, there were also a couple of empty shelves and a table. “This is my former nursery. You can stay here," Sensei said. I put my skinny school backpack on the couch. The Dursleys had brought a change of underwear, extra socks, and another T-shirt from the house. And also a thick notebook and pencil. I was going to record the lessons. “We'll get busy after lunch," Snape-sensei decided. "Are you hungry?" “I'm sorry, sir, but I'm almost always hungry.” I reported and looked down at the floor, "it's very expensive to feed me. And don't look at my thinness, I really eat a lot, but I'll definitely work off helping with the housework. I can do a lot of things. Sensei made a strange sound, and I even thought that he would send me back to the Dursleys and say, yeah, look for a fool. But it was worth warning. Besides, I can't demand money from the bank, because, in theory, I shouldn't know about this money. So with my tirade, I also tried to find out that the Potter family has an account in an institution run by scary dwarfs. Who knows what will take the bait?.. Maybe then Sensei will take care of the issue of providing for my family, at least for my food? Harry said that there was "a lot of money," but the opinion of a man who had never dealt with money, so to speak, and spent it only on textbooks and sweets, should be relied on with caution. But no, it turns out that Sensei was trying to hold back his laughter and not laugh openly. I felt sorry for the orphan boy. “Come on, let's take a look at your gluttony.” We went back down to the kitchen. We went through the bathroom and washed our hands there. I've already gotten used to plugging the washbasin, so I've earned an approving glance. After putting the kettle on the stove, Sensei went to one of the cupboards. I immediately suspected there was something like a fuin refrigerator. And so it was! He took out butter, half a loaf of wheat bread, and a piece of pork roll, similar to the one old man Teuchi adds to my favorite ramen, only almost square in cross section, apparently to fit the shape of the bread. Oh, you can't even eat ramen in this foggy country, even if you cook it yourself.… “Let's have some tea and sandwiches," said Snape-sensei. “Slice the bread and meat. Can you handle it?” “How thick should the pieces be?” I was pleased to check the balance of the knife and looked at the well-sharpened blade. “Bread: half an inch. Roll: quarter inch” turning away from me, he replied. “Perhaps, since you're always hungry, I'll make some more scrambled eggs”, he looked at me with an incredulous look, and four eggs flew out of the same cupboard, which a moment later sizzled deliciously in the pan. I tried it on. It's good that I've already memorized the local measures of length and weight. There will be nine pieces of bread, but only eight pieces of roll. “Should I cut the bread a little thicker or the roll a little thinner?” I asked. “That's how?” Sensei looked at me carefully again. "Let me see." He looked at my dilemma. “Make more sandwiches," he decided with a grunt, shaking his head. “Good eye.” Yes, thirteen years of experience in throwing weapons, calligraphy and martial arts are not in vain, even after falling into such a worthless and blind little body. But never mind, I'm stubborn, and I can handle it. I buttered the bread and made sandwiches. A mug of tea and half an omelet flew up to me. Some Shinobi can also do something similar, such as Suna's puppeteers — they attach chakra threads to objects and can manipulate them using them as weapons. But these objects must have a fairly good chakra conductivity, such as special wood and metal. Sasori, the nukenin puppeteer from the Akatsuki organization, whose members hunted me for a long time, generally used Shinobi bodies as puppets. He definitely has no problems with chakra conduction.… “Yes, now I see that you weren't exaggerating”, Sensei interrupted my thoughts, and I realized that it was over. It was delicious. And I'm practically full. I quickly cleared everything off the table, washed and dried the dishes, while Snape-sensei watched me. I feel like I'm appreciating. I don't want to make a mistake. I hope I didn't munch on my food. He didn't seem to slurp and ate carefully. I touched my cheeks carefully, but there were no crumbs or oil. “Let's go," the teacher stood up impetuously, as if he had finally made some decision. “I'll show you some exercises.” I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as I followed him. “It may seem boring and uninteresting to you, but try anyway.” Sensei said when we returned to "my" room. He waved his wand, the table moved to the middle, and he took out a matchbox. “Your task is to influence the match. The easiest way is levitation, that is— the flight of objects. It only takes an effort of will. You can also try lighting it or breaking it, or maybe painting it a different color. Focus on the object, feel your magic and direct it to the match. Think about what you want to do. All that matters is concentration and your message. It's all yours until lunch," he spilled the contents of a large box onto the table."Try it." “Yes, sir," I nodded, eyeing the new obstacle to becoming the coolest wizard. For those unfamiliar with the Naruto fandom, a picture of eight-year-old Sasuke if he were also green-eyed http://s01.geekpic.net/di-HXII77.jpeg