Favorites. Prequel

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."