Anyway, I've already mentally outlined a training plan for Dudley, it's not too late to start at eight, especially since my uncle said he might send him to the boxing section in a couple of years. As far as I understand, this is something like a national sport and fistfights. To me, it's useless, ineffective, and narrowly focused, unless it's really for the sake of entertainment.

In the morning, Uncle Vernon drove my aunt and me in his car to London, where Harry and I had been in the past. Actually, I still didn't understand what Vernon-san thought about the "magic nephew", he was silent, only occasionally glancing at me warily in the mirror. But he seemed to like the idea of learning not to do anything weird out of the blue, just like his aunt. In London, Petunia-san and I made several bus transfers and reached our destination. At about ten o'clock-I finally got my body used to feeling the time-we got to this Coakworth. A gloomy town with smoking chimneys and smelly air. It's kind of sooty, here. And the greenery that pleased the eye in Little Whinging was almost absent here. Faded brown brick houses, stone pavements, leaden, heavy skies. Rare colorless passersby in dark clothes. My aunt and I, who was wearing a beautiful knee-length blue dress, looked alien here. Is it really some kind of enchanted town?

London also seemed gray to me, but there were quite bright storefronts, red booths and buses. I think it's here," my aunt said uncertainly, interrupting my thoughts about the general gloom of the country I was in. We stopped in one of the alleys. Very narrow. If Petunia-san opens her arms, she will touch the brick walls covered with dirty moss with her palms.

"This house," my aunt clarified, and as we got a little closer, I felt something like a barrier seal.

I immediately felt calm. Firstly, because I clearly felt the magic, secondly, I was able to roughly understand its direction, that is, I did not lose my senses, and thirdly, we found Severus Snape's house, which he most likely protected in this way. Harry said something about Muggle-repelling charms so that the townsfolk wouldn't pay attention to the wizard and his house. It must have been something like that. However, it is better not to enter the building, as there are many traps that a double spy could set for uninvited guests. But I hope that he also has a signal barrier to know about all visitors to his territory.

We stopped at the black wooden door. There was no bell, no knocker. In fact, she didn't even have a pen on her. My aunt showed all the signs that the deterrent spell was starting to work, so I resolutely took her hand.

"Knock on the door?" she asked me timidly. I nodded.

After a few agonizing minutes, the door suddenly opened. Unexpectedly, because no matter how hard I listened, I didn't hear any footsteps. That's right — a first-class spy, walking so quietly!

When I looked at Severus Snape more closely, I was again convinced of his resemblance to Sasuke.... If only my friend had the opportunity to live to that age. The unbearable pain of loss hit my heart again, so that tears almost came out.

"What can I do for you?" He asked with cold curiosity, and then slightly narrowed his black eyes, looking attentively at his aunt. "Petunia Evans?"..

He should have let it out again, and I would have been scared. However, it feels like he recognized me.

"Come on in," he stood aside, not taking his eyes off me, and I had a fleeting feeling that I was prey that voluntarily followed a predator. It was something Orochimaru always exuded. Besides the fact that he was a great spy, Severus Snape turned out to be a very smart person, I saw so many books at once only in the library. Shelving is everywhere and up to the ceiling. I wouldn't be surprised if he read it all, maybe twice.

"What brings you to me, Petunia?" Snape motioned her to a chair, from which several books flew away by themselves.

I got a bench seat in the same way. My aunt, by the way, quite calmly followed the flying folios and carefully took the edge of the seat. I perched on a banquette, huddled in the shade. It was much more convenient to observe this way, besides, very dim light fell into the room from the only dirty window, so that the source of illumination was a strange-looking iron lamp on a long leg.

"You see, Severus," my aunt replied softly, "you're the only wizard I know... well enough. About seven years ago, Vernon and I, this is my husband, left a one-year-old Harry Potter on the porch. He had this note with him, asking him to take care of my younger sister's son," Petunia-san rummaged in her purse and handed Snape a piece of thick paper.

He carefully took the note, read it several times and frowned thoughtfully, looking at me sideways.

"Harry recently started having magical outbursts again. They've happened before. Especially strong when he first came to our house. Apparently, the boy was stressed due to the fact that there were no parents nearby, and because of the unfamiliar surroundings. Without a magic wand, you know, it was a little difficult to handle, but I was able to" Petunia-san stated dryly, but I imagined it and was impressed. At the same time, she seemed to have managed to hide these oddities of her nephew from Vernon-san, otherwise Harry could have been thrown into the orphanage out of fear! For ordinary people, I think it's all too much.

"There was a lull for almost six years after that. Except for the little things and trifles. But it is still unknown if they were of a magical nature," the aunt continued. "And yesterday Harry started flying again, and he did it during a family dinner, and then something else happened," she looked at me. "Now Harry is no longer a year and a half old, he is fully aware of the danger from his magical outbursts, especially when there is another small child in the house who does not have the vitality of magicians. You can tell Mr. Snape what you want," they let me.

"Teach me how to control it. Help me, please, sir" I stood up and bowed slightly. "I don't want to inconvenience my family or accidentally injure anyone."

"Even if I agree, Petunia, you do realize that it will take some time, right?" Severus Snape seemed a little taken aback by my statement.

"It's school holidays now. So Harry has until September", Auntie replied calmly. "He can help around the house. Harry is an obedient and careful boy. If you deal with my nephew's problem sooner, you will send me an email and I will come for him. Or, if you want, you can bring him to Little Whinging, where we live. Here's the address," She quickly scribbled the coordinates in her notebook and tore out a piece of paper. Harry is Lily's son, and my sister has been your friend since childhood and has always said only good things about you. So I trust you. I can't take care of Harry magically, you know I'm a squib. Please, Severus."

Actually, my aunt and I worked out this tactic together while we were on the bus. And it seems to have worked. Severus Snape curled his lip, but took the piece of paper with the address.

"I'll deliver it myself. The deadline is the thirty-first of August, if nothing happens before that, then..."

"You should be able to do it", Petunia-san smiled, clearly delighted that I was able to impose on the magician. "Listen to Mr. Snape, Harry."

With that, she nodded at me, Snape, and left the gloomy house at the Spinners' Cul-de-sac. I looked at my new sensei carefully.

I wonder if he'll show me some kata? Or brew a potion? Or maybe mages have suppressive seals too?..

Fanart by Laura Mouraova ";Professor Snape"; https://vk.com/photo-119634594_456240547

Part 1. Chapter 6. How to tame Sensei?

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.