The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

A class passed quickly, most of which was spent with Thorne passively spurring Hermione and Hermione actively seeking Thorne for spurring. The two waves of Slytherin and Gryffindor wizards around were curious about whether Hermione had any strange attributes.

"Mr. Black, please stay for a while."

When the class was over, Lupin said deliberately.

"OK."

Soon, almost everyone in the classroom left, leaving only Thorne and Lupin.

"Mr. Black, uh... have you seen Sirius during this period?" Lupin asked carefully.

"Hmm?" Thorne was a little confused, but still answered: "I haven't been there, and shouldn't I ask Harry about this? I don't have any contact with Sirius."

"Harry doesn't know where he is, and it's useless to send an owl to him. The owl can't locate his position at all, and the same is true for the Black House." Lupin sighed.

"Is that so? Then I don't know." Thorne shook his head.

"Okay, let's not talk about this. I know that our relationship is quite ordinary." Lupin said with a smile.

"Hmm."

"Do you think that Sirius likes Harry more than you, so you feel uncomfortable?"

Lupin used a question sentence, and Thorne also used a question sentence.

"Uh... why should I feel uncomfortable? I used to like to read Dumbledore's memories when I had nothing to do, that is, the Pensieve. I know that Sirius and Harry's father were close friends, and he and my father had an average relationship, so this is completely human nature. Why should I feel uncomfortable?"

Lupin was directly silenced by this extremely sincere speech. Originally, in his imagination, almost all of Thorne's reactions could be included, such as sadness, anger, sneer, embarrassment, gloating, and even breaking the defense and taking out the wand to kill him, and there were corresponding response plans.

But it was this kind of calmness like a real stranger, he really didn't know what to say.

In this situation, even if he said a hundred or a thousand more words, in Thorne's eyes, he was just a professor who needed to be dealt with and forced him to stay in get out of class. He had to listen to a professor who was not respected nagging a completely stranger.

"............Anything else?" Thorne asked.

"............No problem. If Sirius contacts you, please tell me, okay?" Lupin was like a deflated balloon.

"No problem." Thorne nodded and walked out of the classroom, intending to go to the auditorium to soothe his hungry stomach.

"Why did Lupin ask you to stay there?" In the auditorium, Draco immediately stretched out his hand to greet Thorne when he saw him coming back.

"Ask me where Sirius went, but I'm not there." Thorne spread his hands and said.

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Another two weeks passed, and Draco woke Thorne up early in the morning.

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

After a long silence, Thorne was still fully dressed, dragging his tired body and gloomy face to the Quidditch field.

But what puzzled Thorne was that until today, Harry still hadn't received his Firebolt, which made people wonder if Sirius had died outside, otherwise it didn't make sense.

Soon, the first half ended, and even Thorne, a Quidditch blank, could see that Harry was not in good shape. Until the second half, Draco finally acted like a real man and took the lead in grabbing the Golden Snitch, and even Thorne's bad idea before was not used.

On the way back, Draco was like a stupid roe deer who had lost his mind. He immediately lost his disguise and turned from Lin Daiyu who was resident in the infirmary into a fucking black whirlwind. He kept patting Thorne's shoulders and making a weird laugh, which made people want to kill.

And when they heard that Draco and the others were going back to the dormitory to celebrate, and someone had brought back a large amount of wine from Hogsmeade.

"......Wine?" Thorne raised his eyebrows and said.

"Yes, wine! Have you not drunk it yet?" Draco asked with a teasing look on his face.

"............ Yin Yue?"

"Is this kind of formality really necessary?"

"Haven't I become more conscientious these days?"

"Okay, okay, Dumbledore wants to ask you something."

"Dumbledore wants to ask me something, so I won't attend this celebration party. Sorry." Thorne quickly disappeared from Draco's sight.

"Lie to yourself before lying to others, you are quite experienced, right?" Yin Yue complained with half-moon eyes.

"That's right, if a lie even hurts yourself, it will be a lie.If you can't even fool yourself, how can you fool others?" Thorne said with his hands on his waist and a smug look on his face.

"It's a pity that I can't even go back to the dormitory in such a cold weather. It's so miserable." Thorne sighed and walked towards the library.

He walked all the way to the deep end of the library, to his lovely warm nest, but found that someone had already taken it first.

Thorne was about to leave when he suddenly found a blind spot. The three people who came earlier seemed a little familiar, and he turned back curiously to take a look.

"...............I understand Hermione is here, why are you two also in the library? It shouldn't be?" He asked Harry and Ron who were frowning.

Ron saw that Thorne was about to complain, but was stopped by Hermione's quick eyes and hands. Then she began to organize her words and said carefully: "Because, the school board sent a message today, asking Dumbledore to find a new professor of magical animals as soon as possible. They want to drive Hagrid out of Hogwarts."

"There is such a good thing! Great! "Thorne couldn't help it, and he clenched his fists and paused.

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"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me? Hagrid is your friend, not mine, and I have a grudge against him. You can't just stop Hogwarts from having other voices just because he's your friend, right? Too overbearing. "Thorne looked at the three silent people, two of whom had obvious problems in their eyes, and immediately retorted.

Weasley's face suddenly became fierce, and Hermione hurriedly reached out to stop him, but this time Hermione didn't stop him. Ron threw Hermione towards the desk behind him, and with a clang, Hermione's head came into close contact with the corner of the desk, and bright red blood immediately flowed down.

At this time, Ron still waved his fist and rushed towards Thorne.

"? ? ? Seeking death!"