Completed Mission

- Bank "Gringotts" is well protected from thieves, sir ...

- Uzumaki, - I prompted to a goblin with a difficult to pronounce name, who almost braided his long fingers into pigtails, sitting opposite me on a high chair. Our eyes were on the same level.

- Do not think, Mr. Uzumaki, that your sorcery could deceive our defense system, besides, at the lower levels we have dragons and a waterfall that washes away any spells.

- And why should I know this? - I was surprised, looking at the ring poured with something pink, lying on a plate, which was brought along with a mug of green tea, and thinking whether it is hard or soft.

It smelled delicious, and while we wandered around London, I managed to get hungry. Unable to resist, I pointed at the ring with my finger. Soft. And from the side something slimy-looking crawled out. I'm not so hungry, perhaps. I wonder if they could have added some of the potion Harry was talking about in the tea? I'll drink and fall in love with this ... How is it ... In general, a goblin. Y-yes ... You shouldn't eat or drink anything here.

- It just seemed to me that you should know that no one else could steal from goblins.

- Yeah, an S-rank mission, - I muttered. - Difficult, 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. So we sat in silence for about an hour. What boredom ... Attack anybody, otherwise it's not interesting.

- Naruto, - Harry called 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've done everything.

I returned the henge to Harry and me, which is why the goblins just looked at each other and muttered something incomprehensibly, maybe they have their own language?

We left the bank.

- Shall we eat somewhere? - I suggested. - Only where the potion of falling in love or causing indigestion is not poured.

Harry glanced at me.

- What? You yourself said that you have all sorts of potions. And we have all sorts of poisons, and in order to make enemies talk something like a "serum of truth" the interrogators have. As for love - hardly, but which causes carnal desires - these in bulk. Every self-respecting kunoichi carries more than one capsule with them ... Yes, and many guys do not disdain poisons, - remembering Sai and some of his espionage methods, I muttered.

- That's how ... - said quietly all of himself pensive Harry. - You know, I saw some amulets and rings in Hogwarts that recognize poisons and potions in food ... Maybe I should buy the same?

- Are you kidding? - I asked in surprise. - You could have bought protection and you still haven't? Well, you are a hero ...

We walked through the shops where Harry acquired local artifacts. I advised him to buy button-shaped detecting poisons. It will be strange if he returns to school, all hung with rings or pendants, and the buttons will not alert anyone.

We had lunch in a small magic cafe, where we tried out artifacts, and then we went into some alley and Harry called Kreacher.

- Take Naruto and me to the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, - he ordered the elf.

Hmmm ... I really expected something ...

Something more colorful, or something, and not a dead end littered with debris with a growth iron red cage and broken glass in it. Harry said it was a "phone booth" and dragged me into it. Inside there was a black apparatus hanging on the wall with numbers in a circle, and the guy dialed the code. M! He managed to impress me, this is a disguised entrance!

A woman's voice from the machine asked who we were and what was the purpose of our visit.

- Gar ... - I barely managed to shut the mouth of this unfinished wizard and pulled him out of the booth.

- You are crazy? I asked coldly. "Harry Potter, seriously?" Who else? "Uzumaki Naruto, Summoned Demon"? In order to "get into the Arch of Death", right?

- Um ... - He dropped his shoulders and looked at me from under his brows. - And how then?

- What should happen after we say the names and the purpose of the visit?

- There should be badges that should be attached to the robe, - he closed his eyes, as if remembering. - When you put on the badge, the booth lowers the visitor to the atrium of the Ministry, there 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 room.

I created two clones, making them look ten years older than us.

They entered the booth, we stood nearby and listened to them.

- Gaara Ript and Narun Makki, - the clone gave out more subtly names. - Arrived on a secret research mission to the death room.

Well, yes, why not, and these wizards are such mugs ...

- Wow, they gave us badges, - Harry chuckled in surprise, looking at the palm of my clone. - It says 'Gaara Ript Research Mission', and this one says the same just 'Narun Makki'.

- Remember your and my name, - I put on a badge and, throwing on Harry and me new henge, scattered the clones.

* * *

Ministry of Magic ... Flying planes, again crowds of people in a hurry. For me, there is too much smooth, slippery stone ... Floor, walls, ceilings, statues. As it turned out, the elves and goblins are not the only sentient races. In the statue and stone mosaics on the walls, I also saw half-horse people and half-fish people.

We passed easily enough. They showed the sticks, I made mine a shadow one, touched it, weighed it and returned it to me. Harry asked where I got my wand and when I had time to buy one for myself. Here is a fool. You create, create clones here, and he does not cut through that shadow copying can reproduce anything, let alone some piece of wood. I told him that the shinobi had their own secrets, since he himself did not guess.

The Arc of Death was really creepy. It turned out to be a hefty seemingly through-hole in a relatively thin piece of rock. Only in the opening seemed to be a black web stretched and a very quiet indistinct whisper was heard. Like when the Kyuubi showed me illusions with demons in the inner world. Interesting.

I created a clone, pouring some chakra into it, and sent it out for reconnaissance. He entered, but did not come out from the other side. And, strangely enough, I failed to dispel the technique, as if it had cut it off.

- I've lost touch with the clone, - I said to Harry, who was staring in fascination at the arch and took a couple of steps towards it.

- Hey! - I shook him by the shoulder. - Do you hear?

- Yes, I hear someone whispering and crying softly ...

- Oh, this? Never mind, it's always like that in these genjutsu. You circulate your magic inside your body and then you will not 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 specified. - Eh, brother, will you really allow some voices there to drag you where you don't want? Do not become limp, the main thing ...

- Now what? - Harry asked. - You lost contact with the clone, so he died?

- If the clone died, the chakra would return, but, most likely, he went to another world, where I do not feel it, and cannot return. So it is not known what is there in general.

- They say that this is a direct path to the World of the Dead, - Harry shivered, however, he continued to circulate magic in himself.

- Even if this is not a transition to the World of the Dead, but, for example, to another world, then I will say right away that if twelve days have passed here, more precisely, thirteen, then your godfather has definitely died, perhaps having lived a rather long time before that. After all, often the time with the original world is greatly changed. When I return to my world, we will have at most a few hours. And this - on condition that I'm stuck here with you for a couple of months. So think for yourself.

- That is, he could not die, but simply be transported to another world? - Harry realized. - And no longer be able to return home?

- He could have died - I did not begin to reassure him. - But in any case, he protected what was dear to him. You. Think about what Sirius would say if he saw you like this ...

- Ridiculous? - He finished quietly, sitting down next to me on a stone bench.

- Being the chosen one is not easy, Harry, - I replied quietly. - I know from myself ...

- Let's go from here, - he got up, already looking at me in a completely different way. - I got it, Naruto.

* * *

- It's beautiful here, - I said, gazing at the green fields and meadows, through the window of a large iron and long car, which Harry called a "train."

- Uh-huh, - he smiled.

- You're going to love it guys, Edinburgh Fringe is something! - a very joyful Emma, ​​a pretty red-haired girl with a good figure, hugged me, pressing this very figure to me. Her friend Jess sat next to Harry and looked at us smiling. However, she also smiled at Harry.

Everything happened somehow easily and spontaneously.

The next morning after going to the ministry, Harry, having learned that I could disappear at any moment, since I had completed my "mission", decided to show me the King's Cross station and some platform from which the train departs to his school. Kreacher took us there.

The people, as always in this England, are many, but among the crowd there were now more young people.

- Hello, are you to the festival too, boys? May I meet you? Have you already bought tickets? - Harry and I were approached by two girls: a redhead and with dark hair. - I'm Emma, ​​and this is Jessica, but you can call just Jess. Maybe we can buy tickets nearby? It takes more than four hours to drive ... It won't be boring ...

Charming, contagious ... Yes, and the impression was that Harry had nothing to do with the girls ... from the word "never". From the mere sight of them, he blushed, turned pale and began to stutter. Well, that's what you can do, good me and all of myself a positive hero. I had to say that we are also to some kind of festival there, and go with them, buy tickets and ice cream.

At first, however, Harry said that he only had galleons, magic money, but after looking at what Jess was paying there, I made shadow money. Telling Harry at the same time that you can spend a little time with ordinary girls, and then Kreacher can at any moment transfer us to the four walls of his gloomy house, where he cannot use a wand. After my words, Harry somehow immediately became more sociable.

In addition, I told him that the lives of heroes can be short, so it's worth a little distraction and enjoy this life.

Generally, we're going to Edinburgh.

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