area51novel Chapter 62 Creating a Brand New World
Chapter 62 Creating a Brand New World
Chapter 62 Creating a Brand New World
Orochimaru sat leisurely on the windowsill, gazing at the bright moon outside.
The fire crackled in the fireplace, echoing quietly in the bedroom along with the snores of Gore and Crabbe.
Tonight is destined to be a long night.
Orochimaru had experienced countless nights like this, but every time, he understood one thing.
Waiting is always worthwhile.
Orochimaru went to great lengths to make his first chosen follower understand whether he wanted to follow him without reservation.
This matter cannot be rushed.
But now it's time to reap the rewards.
Orochimaru affectionately stroked Yennefer, the little snake that slid down from his neck, and smiled slightly as he looked at its red snake eyes.
"Can't you wait any longer, Yennefer?"
Yennefer did not answer, but angrily stuck out her tongue and licked Orochimaru's fingertip.
Footsteps sounded at that moment.
The dormitory door suddenly swung open, revealing Draco Malfoy, whose face was filled with panic yet determination.
His gaze swept across the dormitory room, and he instantly identified his target!
Slack Anguiz, sitting on the windowsill, admiring the bright moon outside!
Taking a deep breath, Malfoy seemed to want to transform everything he had experienced into nourishment for his soul!
Once upon a time, he was just a proud and arrogant child who relied on his father's wing.
He would hurl insults at Mudblood wizards from Muggle families, and he would snort at half-blood wizards, even those of pure-blood origin, whom he considered no different.
None of these people can compare to the long-standing Malfoy family!
Their family history is so ancient, so ancient, that they came from William the Conqueror and stood proudly in the English wizarding world as pure-bloods.
They should be proud, they absolutely deserve to be proud.
But now————
Malfoy gently closed the door behind him, slowly drew his wand from his waist, and repeated the rituals that were only recorded in the family history books.
Malfoy!
Proceed with humility, bow your head, draw your wand, measure your humility, and then follow your king.
The book records that Malfoy used to think his ancestors were talking nonsense, and how could the proud Malfoy do such a despicable thing?
But now, Malfoy, watching Orochimaru's retreating figure, watching the small white snake that sensed his approach and crawled up from his wrist, coiling around his neck, watching the snake's scarlet eyes—
The slight numbness felt so real and apt, just like every word recorded by our ancestors in the historical records.
Magic arose naturally within Malfoy, but he was completely unaware of it.
He simply walked respectfully to within three feet of Orochimaru.
The fire in the fireplace suddenly fell silent, as if even the flames were holding their breath.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were sound asleep, felt a powerful force awaken them, forcing them to watch an unbelievable scene unfold.
Humility and subservience were never seen on Malfoy's face.
Are they dreaming?
But this was definitely not a dream; they could feel themselves being forced to turn their gazes and irresistibly fall on Orochimaru.
At that moment, it was as if the moonlight outside the window was also imprisoned, gathered up, and fell on Orochimaru through the glass.
The moonlight really does resemble a king's cloak.
Crabbe and Goyle instinctively thought of it, and then they realized what had happened. They turned their heads to look at Draco Malfoy, who was three feet away from Orochimaru.
Malfoy ignored their curious gazes and calmly stopped three feet away from Orochimaru, slowly kneeling on one knee.
The wand, which should have been raised forever, was now gently planted on the ground like a longsword.
"Draco Malfoy, the last descendant of the pure-blood wizarding family of the Malfoys, a lineage that has lasted for millennia, hereby swears an oath."
Malfoy softly recited the words from the family records.
He used to think it was old-fashioned nonsense, but now he felt it was absolutely true.
"My wand is your sword."
"My body is your strong shield."
"I will act according to your will, whether the act is base or noble."
"I will refer to you by your likes and dislikes, regardless of whether you are humble or arrogant."
"Please accept my loyalty, and let me stay by your side until you become an eternal legend."
"The Malfoy family, this vow, will last forever!"
Orochimaru listened calmly, but a rare hint of emotion flickered across his face. He slowly rose from the windowsill, walked to Draco Malfoy, and looked down at the man who had bowed his head before him.
Very similar, very similar to that person.
Orochimaru carefully savored the atmosphere in the air.
This was what he wanted: complete, unconditional loyalty, entirely for his own will and existence, as pure as snow.
Orochimaru gazed at Draco Malfoy, who was kneeling before him, and slowly drew his wand.
Although he didn't know how things should be done in the wizarding world, he felt that what he was doing now was perfectly justified.
Orochimaru then gently tapped the tip of his wand on Malfoy's left shoulder.
This is acceptance.
Orochimaru's wand slid across Malfoy's head again and landed on his right shoulder.
This is a promise.
"Stand up, Draco Malfoy," Orochimaru replied solemnly. "From this day forward, I allow you to stand behind me, to be my footnote, until we become an eternal legend."
Malfoy bowed in agreement and stood up abruptly.
At that moment, Orochimaru looked at the expression on Malfoy's face with satisfaction.
This is the expression a boy of eleven should have, not the childish expression of someone who plays ninja games every day or lives a carefree life in an era of intellectual and physical indulgence.
Now, he certainly seems to possess the kind of determination that comes from witnessing countless deaths, the kind that finally makes him decide to stand by his side.
"Do you want a code name?"
Orochimaru scrutinized Malfoy as he stood up, calculating his age, and saw a familiar shadow in his completely different face.
That was the first person he recruited after defecting from Konoha.
People who follow you without reservation.
They are even the same age.
They were both eleven years old.
"Please speak," Malfoy replied calmly, even his demeanor becoming remarkably similar.
Orochimaru was pleased with this. He gently patted Malfoy on the shoulder and uttered the name etched deepest in his memory.
He thought he would never hear that name again.
"Kimimaro, that's your code name."
Orochimaru recalled the moment he met Kimimaro amidst the ruins of the battlefield, speaking with a leisurely yet nostalgic tone.
Malfoy murmured the name, then suddenly looked up.
He knew that since he had a code name for the secret society, Slack Anguis, the person he was loyal to, must also have one!
After all, even Voldemort, who was loyal to the Death Eaters, had a codename called the Dark Lord.
How could Slack Anguiz not be there!
"Of course, in return, you may call me —"
Orochimaru paused slightly as he spoke, his vertical snake eyes gleaming in the moonlight and flames, as if they possessed boundless magic, capable of captivating Malfoy's mind.
Orochimaru.
Orochimaru said this.
Malfoy first repeated the name in his mind in a low voice, and then repeated it in a respectful and humble tone.
"Lord Orochimaru."
"Very well, Kimimaro," Orochimaru said leisurely, "Are you ready to create a brand new world with me?"