The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

[In theory, Voldemort should have been dead for half a year at this time, but I made some changes. Voldemort is not dead, but is making trouble in the magic world in the form of soul, and Regulus is still active in this time period. ]

[In fact, what is more exaggerated is Thorne's birthday, September 1st. If it is completely based on the original timeline... you know, it can't be that Regulus came back in November 1979 as a soul with DNA to stroll around, right? ]

Thorne sat on the dressing table in the corner, just watching quietly, touching his nose from time to time, looking out the window, and slowly time came to night.

Hermione had already left the Black mansion, and arranged monitoring magic all around. She didn't enter the room to disturb Thorne, but set up a small shed on the rooftop of the house opposite the Black mansion and watched quietly.

"Come out for a moment." Hermione's voice sounded in Thorne's mind. This was the communication magic that Hermione learned from Dumbledore before.

"What's the matter?" Thorne replied.

"Come out, come to me."

Thorne climbed out of the window and flew towards the small shed Hermione had built on the rooftop.

"What's wrong?" Thorne asked.

"I had originally planned to celebrate your first birthday after returning, but... I think we can celebrate your second birthday here." Hermione took out a cupcake from her pocket, took out her wand, and shook it gently, letting a soft flame come out of the tip of the wand.

"Sorry, this birthday is a bit sloppy, but there is really no cake shop nearby, only a bakery, and it's almost 12 o'clock. If you don't blow it, it will be too late." Hermione said a little embarrassedly, holding the cake in one hand and the candle in the other.

"It's okay, it's not sloppy." Thorne gently blew out the flame on the tip of the wand, took the small cake, broke it open, and handed half to Hermione.

"What wish did you make?" Hermione asked as she put the cake into her mouth.

"What wish? Oh, I didn't make one." Thorne was stunned for a moment, then reacted and answered.

"You can make a wish next time. I don't know whether it will be to God or Merlin." Hermione said.

"I will."

Thorne sat on the rooftop and chatted with Hermione for a while before returning to the Black mansion. He didn't eat or drink every day. He just sat on the windowsill and watched Regulus and his mother Signa flirting on the bed. Anyway, with his level of flesh and blood magic, he could only rely on the magic power in his body to maintain the regeneration and maintenance of flesh and blood.

Fortunately, the two had just given birth not long ago, otherwise Thorne could stay here during the day and run away at night. After all, although there is no term "confinement" in the West, there is also a period of recovery from childbirth, and the meaning is almost the same.

The peaceful days passed one by one, and Thorne still sat on the windowsill without moving, and Regulus and the others did not come to open the window until late at night in February 1981.

Signa had already gone to bed, and Regulus had changed into a dark robe and was about to go out.

"What are you going to do?" Signer suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

".........That person called me for something." Regulus' expression suddenly stiffened, and he turned around and said calmly.

"Is it dangerous?"

"What kind of danger can there be now? Don't worry." Regulus replied.

"...............Okay." Signer nodded, and Regulus also walked out of the room with a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the windowsill, Thorne stared at Signer, praying that his newly familiar mother could be a little more rational, even if it was just a little?

However, things did not go as he wished. Just like Regulus, a pure-blood family, dared to marry a Muggle wizard, a Muggle wizard who dared to marry Regulus also needed great courage. After all, he might be dragged out to sacrifice the flag one day.

She also quickly put on her clothes and followed.

"Although it's a bit rude to say this, but... my dear mother, you are such a fool." Thorne murmured and was about to follow out.

"Thorne, you are likely to disrupt the timeline if you take action." Hermione's voice suddenly came.

"...Did Dumbledore give you something to subdue me?" Thorne asked.

Hermione didn't say anything, but acquiesced.

"It depends on whether you are on his side or on my side now, you can choose." Thorne said and still followed him out.

"One or two! Can't you Blacks save your mind!" Hermione, who was standing on the rooftop, kicked the half-drunk drink next to her down the stairs and followed him resignedly.

Thorne, hiding in the shadows, was not afraid of Regulus at all.After all, with his magic, even Dumbledore would need some time to defeat him. And if it was really Dumbledore who took action now, Thorne would obviously not be able to help much, except for sending a double kill.

And this mother whose name he had never even heard of... maybe blood is thicker than water. He had been with her for two months in total, but he just wanted to save her. As for the stability of the timeline?

Go to hell.

"Signa Ils............" An old witch suddenly stood not far from Signa.

".........What do you want to do?" Signa saw the person clearly and asked nervously.

"Don't blame me, I admit that you are excellent, but the purity of the Black family is unquestionable." The witch shook her head, raised her wand, and a pale green arc of electricity suddenly surged out.

Boom!

Thorne immediately appeared in front of Signa, and the azure fire dragon blocked the killing curse.

"Who are you? Flame shield? From Germany?" Volgab Black, Thorne's grandmother and the mother of Sirius and Regulus, frowned and asked when she saw the flames around Thorne.

"I can't stand your nonsense, old man." Thorne's face was gloomy, and in the blink of an eye, Volgab cut off a piece of meat from his shoulder.

"You are a difficult guy? You look young but you are covered in black magic. What's going on? Will Grindelwald have a successor?" She laughed strangely as if she couldn't feel the pain.

"Huh? What's the situation?" Thorne looked at Volgab, who seemed to be fine, and was a little unsure.

"I don't know what kind of magic it is, the pain has been transferred to my aunt." Hermione stood on the rooftop and observed the situation below. Seeing Signer behind Thorne suddenly covering his shoulder and kneeling on the ground, she quickly reminded him.

"This is fucking..." Thorne glanced behind him and took a deep breath.

"You read a lot of books, is there any way?" he asked.

"No."

"Okay...Yin Yue, can you possess Signa and see if there is anything else besides the damage transfer?" Thorn murmured.

"No problem." Yin Yue quickly flew into Signa's body and flew out in the blink of an eye.

"No."

"Then let you die a quick death." Thorn got the answer he wanted, and suddenly appeared behind Volgab in a flash, and his whole arm was like an ethereal blood mist, pulling towards her back.