Capítulo 31: Chapter 31
So, sighing to himself, he left the compartment. He would have to find some first ears to socialize with; it was part of his mission after all. Perhaps the young Malfoy? Or even the Potter, though that one would have to be extremely low key. Potter was an important piece in the British puzzle, or so the elder Malfoy was said to have reported. And he was too high key to associate with without compromising his off the radar status. It was bad enough he had been introduced as family of the Japanese seeker. He could only imagine the headaches to come over a game he didn't play, disliked mildly, and had no practical knowledge off. And Malfoy was an even bigger headache. Lucius had hinted that Tetsuya knew Draco. Yes, it seemed the perfect way to be unnoticed was apparently to be a casual acquaintance to the heir most prominent pureblood bloodline in the country.
Thankfully for him though, there were no horribly fanatic quidditch fans who were connected enough to know that he was the Japanese national seekers "nephew", or pureblood suck-ups out to grab attention. He shook himself. Maybe it was merely too much paranoia? (irrespective of what his superiors would have said about that...) he needed to distract himself, fast.
Completely by coincidence, Tetsuya found himself right outside the compartment holding Harry Potter. There seemed to be a lot of traffic and the noises were literally crushing his hearing. He had subconsciously enhanced his hearing and was paying for it. But he was very curious about the boy they called the Boy-who-lived.
There were few mysteries that could not be explained away in the magical world. At least by the Chinese sorcerers. They had an answer to everything. And when all you really did in your free time was tinker, the sheer volume of discoveries those people made was mind blowing. He could only imagine the lengths the British department of mysteries would go to to get the knowledge the average sorcerer could spout in their sleep. So it was quite shocking to every single ninja there was, who bothered with such things, to learn that nobody knew exactly how the Voldemort character had died. The Chinese were stumped. There was no theoretical precedent. There was no observational evidence to back any of the wildly outlandish theories the ignorant had spread. It would have been less of a headache if that night had found Dumbledore and Voldemort dancing the waltz in front of Nelsons Column in pink tutus. There was something to be said about an the oddity of an event if it left the immortal emperor in his forbidden city scratching his head.
That was not to say there was nothing known about what happened. A few days later, Dumbledore had vaguely mentioned a sacrificial protection of sorts during an interview. That had been enough for them to figure out what may have happened. But it did raise more questions, like what had happened to the self proclaimed dark lords body? And wasn't he supposed to have done all sorts of self mutilating dark arts rituals to grant himself immortality? Or at the very least let him be invincible till his soul "timed out"? It was assumed that the complications were indeed due to the sacrificial magic reacting badly to the potent dark arts rituals that Voldemort had done, something about overenthusiastic spells apparently.
But it in no way reduced the oddity that was Harry Potter. There was no doubt in anyone's mind(again,that were actually interested in weird stuff out west) that the incident had left its mark on him. There was also no doubt that the scar that had been hyped up so much was an interesting magical artifact. Tetsuya wondered if he could get a chance to examine it. He smirked. At the rate his thoughts were going he would end up bosom buddies with somebody just to look up a stupid scar. Oh well, there was only one thing left to do.
"Hi! I'm Tetsuya Watanabe! I'm new here, its nice to meet you!"
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Harry Potter, at the moment a pissed off shadow clone, did a double take. This was the ninja that Takeda wanted to send to Hogwarts. Why was he here? And why was he trying to talk to him? Weren't infiltrations supposed to be low key, invincible actions that cast no scrutiny on the infiltrator? How was somebody supposed to do that by associating with an extremely well known, and somewhat revered child hero who was going to be watched (and probably stalked)?
But he had to give it to the 'ninja' he was facing. The way he had done this was flawless. He had practically twirled between three wide eyed and dazed 'fans' and managed to do it without getting a crease on his robes. Then he had smiled disarmingly and subtly shifted his body into a more relaxed and open stance, one that he himself had used to set other people at ease. Then he had introduced himself with a well practiced accent, one that said that he wasn't from here, but also said that he knew the language well enough to fit in and knew his way around. This guy really was good. Now if only he showed some tact, like meeting him in a not so crowded hallway after class for example. On the other hand, he supposed that if the original had not purposely created and dispersed another clone, "Harry" , as a clone would have had no idea that this guy was a ninja. And this approach would have only seemed to complement the 'ordinariness' the infiltrator was trying to project. Amazing really what training could accomplish. Harry took the effort to stamp out the tendrils of jealousy that threatened to rear its ugly head. He would persevere without formal training, as he had done so far.
On the other hand though, there was something about the name...and he got it. Watanabe, quidditch, the connection could not have been more apparent. But then, he actually knew something about Japanese names and so knew that a name like Watanabe was relatively quite common in Japan. On the other hand, considering that Japan was supposed to have a isolationist wizarding community...
"Watanabe...Watanabe...where have I heard that before?"
For a second, Tetsuya panicked. The knowing gleam in Potter's eyes looked disturbingly similar to the one that the unknown ninja had sported when talking to him and Takeda. Then he calmed himself, remembering quite logically that Potter was not the mysterious man, didn't know about his mission and was merely trying to pry without being obvious. He internally smirked at the amateurish ploy. Whatever Potter was, the English boys attempt to prompt him to add something "helpfully" was-
"AHA!"
And then Potter's by now disturbingly gleaming eyes fell on him. Tetsuya suddenly knew that Potter was no ordinary child, that he had immense power and knew all of poor Tetsuya's secrets. And then the feeling, menacing and disturbing as it was, was completely wiped out by what happened next.
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