The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"............Fortunately he is not you." Dumbledore shook his head and murmured.

............................

The next day.

Thorne and Draco sat at the dining table and ate breakfast. In fact, eating breakfast was not the purpose. They wanted to see the spectacular scene of a Firebolt suddenly landing on the Gryffindor table with a clock-in mentality.

Unfortunately, Thorne leaned back in his chair after eating. After another twenty minutes, Harry and the others left and did not see the Firebolt flying in. Then he walked towards the classroom.

And Draco... This silly boy had long forgotten the unpleasantness of yesterday, and was constantly talking to Thorne about some fun things.

"Do you know? Hagrid was beaten yesterday evening, and the house was blown down. Goyle said it was Sirius who did it. Your uncle is quite handsome." Draco sighed.

"Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any hatred between the two of them. Harry and Hagrid are close friends regardless of age difference, and Sirius is Harry's godfather. Logically speaking, they should have a good relationship. Anyway, I can't think of any reason for them to conflict." Thorne shrugged and said.

"You can't say that, isn't he still your uncle?"

After Draco finished speaking, a lonely figure sitting on the armored steps in the corridor suddenly raised his head.

"Well, every family has its own problems. He and I have the same surname, Black, but it's just the same surname. Compared to Harry, it's better to say that he and I are strangers who have just known each other for two months."

The figure's head drooped in dejection.

"Okay, this is my blind spot, but you can still come to my house. My mother and you are real aunt and niece after all."

"I understand this."

"Speaking of which, it's a big loss that you didn't sign up for Hagrid's magical biology class. You can look at his half-collapsed little house."

"Me? I can't. You should be careful too. Maybe he is narrow-minded and sees that you and I have a good relationship. He will do something tricky to give you a hard time." Thorne rolled his eyes and said.

"Him? He dares!"

................................

"Well... he really dares." Thorne sat next to the bed, and the apple in his hand was peeled off in the blink of an eye under the shadowless glow of the God Sword, revealing some sweet and sticky flesh.

"I didn't expect it... I want to write a letter to my father! What about you? What do you think?" Draco took the apple and said angrily.

"If you plan to drive Hagrid out of Hogwarts, I'd be happy to see it happen, but if you're only targeting that animal, it's a bit of an overreaction. You asked Uncle Malfoy to smooth things over, and in the end you just killed a beast. What a loss."

"It's a rough statement, but it makes sense. I'll take a look." Draco nodded.

"Well, I'll leave first, you... continue to pretend."

"What do you mean by pretend?"

"... It's okay to fool yourself, but you can't fool me... wait another two years." Thorne shrugged and walked out of the infirmary, and saw Hermione's wand flying, and countless flying spells kept whipping Harry and Ron who were jumping up and down.

Damn... I didn't expect she liked this tune...

Thorne shamefully took a half step back, swallowed his saliva, and thought about the possibility of turning around and running without being discovered by this crazy woman.

"Huh? Thorne?" Hermione looked back and saw Thorne clinging to the wall, and a drop of cold sweat unconsciously flowed from her forehead.

In fact, Hermione is in this state now. She only needs to raise her wand to be killed instantly, but her state is very uncomfortable.

A girl who usually speaks to herself softly and gently like Lin Daiyu is like a big sister in private. We call this a contrast in a mild sense, which is a more popular tone.

But it is different in a severe sense.

For example.

Normal exams let you write papers, but your final exam gives you a knife to hurt yourself.

This obvious difference from self-cognition is called cognitive disorder, which leads to sanity, and then leads to some wonderful words, such as indescribable, Cthulhu and so on.

And now Hermione is almost the same as Cthulhu in Thorne's eyes, although he subconsciously knows that Hermione is not a good person.

But for nearly two years, she has always been a considerate and good girl. At most, she would pout, get angry and act coquettishly, and suddenly there is such a thing.

"................."

"Um...what did you see?" Hermione suddenly realized,Her two-year-long disguise as a lady was gone in an instant, and immediately...

"This is a misunderstanding!" Hermione subconsciously walked towards Thorne.

"No, no, no, this is not a misunderstanding, I didn't see anything! Really." Thorne took two steps back. Although his brain knew that Hermione would not hurt him at all, his body instinctively did not believe it, and the wand appeared in his hand at the right time.

So...

Puff!

In another ward of the infirmary, Hermione leaned palely on the head of the bed, her snow-white and slender neck was wrapped in a circle of blood-stained gauze, and Thorne was using the God of Shadows that Hermione had just experienced to peel an apple for her.

Although the God of Shadows has a counter-curse, that is also the case when the counter-curse and the God of Shadows are 100% matched. Just now, Thorne realized something after releasing the spell, and urgently withdrew most of the aggressiveness, so that Hermione did not cosplay Louis XVI on the spot.

But the missing part also made it difficult for the counter-curse to work, so she had to be sent to the infirmary.

"Drink the medicine." Madam Pomfrey came over with a bottle of blood-red potion.

"Madam Pomfrey, is she okay?" Thorne asked awkwardly.

"She will probably be discharged in one night. In the future, wizard duels and magic exchanges must be conducted in the presence of professors. Do you know how badly she was injured? You just cut her trachea a little bit. If blood rushes in, she will suffocate." Madam Pomfrey looked at Thorne unhappily and said.

"Yes, yes! Pay attention to safety in the future." Thorne nodded quickly.

"Okay, here's the medicine. Help her take it. Don't take it too fast, or she will choke easily." Madam Pomfrey handed the potion to Thorne.

"OK OK."

Thorne fed Hermione the medicine with one hand and kept stroking her chest with the other hand to help her breathe, and finally drank the medicine.

Then there was a long silence.

Fortunately, the silence didn't last long. Yin Yue couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly appeared behind Thorn and said speechlessly: "If you rely on yourself alone... The iron tree will never bloom. Leave the rest to me, and you, Thorn, just imitate me."