The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Thorne rolled his eyes and said, "Your causality is wrong. It's because Sirius has ignored me for so many years, which can be seen as his betrayal of me, so I treat him as a stranger."

"It's not because I treat him as a stranger, so I don't care about his betrayal of me, do you understand?"

Dumbledore nodded: "I understand. To be honest, I'm surprised you can say that. This means you have all the emotions of a normal human being."

".............I am a normal human being, and........My tone may not be very good." Thorne said suddenly after a moment of silence.

"Are you tired?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep for a while." Thorne shook his head and walked into his bedroom in the principal's office.

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand and set a soundproof spell for Thorne's bedroom, then looked at the cabinet in the corner.

"Do you understand? He is not cold-hearted by nature. On the contrary, he is more sensitive than ordinary people. He knows everything but doesn't say it."

The cabinet door moved, and Sirius walked out. He looked lonely and nodded blankly, but there was a flash of determination in his eyes.

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It was the end of the semester..................and a fierce quarrel broke out in the principal's office.

"Oh my god, Dumbledore, Dumbledore, how can you say such ruthless words?"

"What did you do this semester? Didn't we do all the dirty work and bloody work for you?"

"As a result, hey! Guess what? When you asked us to do something, you, old Bidden, didn't say anything, but Big Mouth Maha agreed, saying all kinds of things, such as the end of the semester, credits, and no need to worry about anything."

"This last minute? You You told me that I failed the final exam? Screw you!"

"You let us do what we wanted when we were working, and now you are talking about principles? Haha!"

"We worked hard for you in the wind and rain, why didn't you have such a tough attitude? Now that I failed the exam, you ask me to change my score, what do you mean?"

"Ah~ the score can't be changed~ what, fairness~ you just said this line should appear in your mouth?"

Thorne stood on Dumbledore's desk and looked down at Dumbledore, roaring constantly, almost spitting.

"Because you didn't fail the practical class, the theoretical class papers are all in the professor's office, and I can't do anything about them failing you." Dumbledore sighed and kept explaining.

"I don't care about this. If our scores today can't pass, you don't have to keep this principal's office. I will just renovate it for you." Thorne sat on the desk very shamelessly and said with cold air.

"...................Hermione, go call all the professors over. I'm going to have a small meeting with them." Dumbledore finally admitted defeat and decided to throw away his old face to help the two return to the realm of all O.

"Huh.........Okay, call it a day." Thorne waved to Hermione, and the two left the principal's office decisively.

"I knew it would be like this. We should still read some books next semester." Hermione sighed and said. Although she was originally a book lover, she was successfully led astray by Thorne after spending most of the semester with him.

He failed the course with a method that focused on practice rather than theory.

Fortunately, this had no effect on magic. After all, magic ultimately has to be put into practice. Every time a magic is used, there will be new insights, and these insights will gradually become theoretical knowledge that belongs to oneself.

But since it is said that it is unique to oneself, it is understandable that there are some discrepancies with the knowledge in the books.

"I'm going to find the professors, what about you?" Hermione sighed.

"Me? Waiting for good news."

"..............Hehe."

Dumbledore's meeting was over very quickly. In less than half an hour, Thorne and Hermione were called back to the principal's office. They couldn't stop nodding when they saw the two straight O's.

"Are you satisfied?" Dumbledore said to the two ancestors with resentment.

"Not bad, not bad."

"Satisfied."

"Satisfied, I'm glad you're satisfied. I have a serious matter here." Dumbledore nodded and continued.

"Go ahead." Thorne said calmly, like a modest gentleman."Last night, Sirius attacked the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic and stole a strong time converter, which can convert time in years, while the weak time converters distributed by the school are in hours, and at most in days, but they are rare and are mainly used to assist in brewing potions." Dumbledore sighed.

"So? He disappeared for most of the semester and ended up doing such a big job?" Thorne frowned.

"Yeah, time has begun to be disordered now, I need you to bring him back."

"Why don't you go by yourself?"

"My magic power is too huge, and the time converter can't bear it."

"Then why did Hermione go with you?" Thorne frowned.

"I used it before, just at the beginning of this semester. You must have some experience in using this thing, right?" Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"Oh... okay, where is the thing? Give it to us." Thorne sighed.

"This is the address of the Department of Mysteries. Go there first and steal or rob a strong time converter, then come back. Hermione, you stay here. I need to tell you something." Dumbledore handed a note to Thorne.

"Yes."

Thorne took the note and nodded, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a blood mist and disappeared on the spot.

"............ What tricks is he doing?" Hermione stared at the scene in amazement.

"Well... Use flesh and blood magic to turn yourself into blood mist to achieve the effect of high-speed flight, but this requires a high level of water magic attainments. His personality... What does it have to do with water?" Dumbledore murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing, the place you are going to this time is............"

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