The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"What? What's back?" Narcissa was a little unresponsive for a moment, and then she saw old Malfoy pointing at his forearm.

"You mean........."

"I have already told Thorne that he and Draco will stay in Hogwarts next, where Dumbledore is. Let's go back tonight to pack the necessary items... to go abroad!" Old Malfoy whispered.

"............ OK."

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

For Thorne, a day of football passed quickly, and it passed by lying on the sofa and chatting with Yin Yue. The purpose was to conserve energy and wait until the evening, when something big was expected to happen.

In the evening, Thorne patted Sirius, who was roasting by the fire with Harry and others.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked.

"Take them away, to a safe place." Thorne replied.

"Why? What's going on?" Arthur Weasley, who was sitting opposite Sirius, was a little confused.

"Look over there." Thorne pointed to the pale green skull above the woods in the distance.

"What is this thing called? I forgot. I still have something to do. I'll leave first. You guys should run away quickly." Thorne summoned a silk robe and took Draco, who was strolling not far away, over.

"And he, protect him too."

Thorne put Draco here directly.

"What's the situation?" The latter was a little confused.

"The situation is, run away quickly."

Thorne flew away, not because he was afraid of the mob, but he suddenly realized something.

Old Malfoy said he was a fence-sitter, but he had a very high status in Voldemort's circle and was more trusted.

If Old Malfoy did not plan to run away but returned to the arms of the Death Eaters, then Voldemort would definitely need the material supply of Old Malfoy Manor, but Old Malfoy did not pay attention to the Death Eater mark that kept burning him, but planned to run away and directly refused to communicate.

To be fair, if he were Voldemort, he would definitely choose...

Meet in person.

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

Sure enough, the lights in Malfoy Manor were bright at this time, and it didn't look like he was about to run away.

"I hope I'm not too late."

Thorne murmured as he walked into the manor.

Looking at the closed gate of the castle, he waved his hand gently and suddenly opened it. Behind the door stood a dark group of people, and the Malfoys were surrounded in the middle.

"It's the Black family." Fenrir Greyback whispered while holding a swaddling cloth.

Old Malfoy and Narcissa turned around at the same time, and Thorne looked at their expressions with some disbelief and deep fear.

"How is it?" A sharp sound like glass friction sounded from the swaddling cloth.

"Dumbledore's lackey, he cancelled the account of the Setos family, killed the basilisk, killed Quirrell, caught Peter Pettigrew, and dismantled the Ministry of Magic some time ago..."

A voice in the crowd responded.

".........Look at him like this, there is no room for winning him over, kill him." An order came from the swaddling clothes.

Fenrir gently placed the swaddling clothes on a sofa, then suddenly turned into a werewolf and pounced towards Thorne.

A silver light flashed, and the wolf's head fell to the ground with a plop.

"The wizard is talking, what does a werewolf like you have to do with it?" Thorne glanced at the two sections on the ground and said.

"Kill him!" An order came from the swaddling clothes again. Seeing this, Thorne quickly used the wizard's hand to pull the Malfoy couple behind him, and with a flick of the wand, blue fire dragons swept towards the Death Eaters.

"Brothers! Let's rush forward! This little thing can't kill us all!" One of the Death Eaters said the most cheerfully and ran the fastest.

"Listen to his bullshit, let's scatter, he can't catch up with all of us!"

Thorne agreed with the latter. He really couldn't catch up with those who Apparated and ran away at the first opportunity, but those idiots who stayed here and wanted to try to fight him and those who planned to run away were really gone.

"Nineteen... twenty... twenty-one... there are twelve over there, thirty-three." Thorne piled the bodies into a pile and then burned them clean with a fierce fire.

As for old Malfoy and Narcissa, these two were the few intelligent people Thorne knew. They clearly knew that there was a cliff-like gap between Thorne and them in terms of fighting power.

The correct approach should be to run away as soon as it is safe, instead of staying here stupidly and saying something like "let's go together and die together", which would affect the development ofNot to mention that in the end, no one may be able to leave.

"Eh.........If only Hermione was so worry-free." Thorne cleaned up the scene and summoned the silk robe, and flew towards the Quidditch World Cup Stadium again.

The Quidditch World Cup Stadium was different from the deserted Malfoy Manor, which was solemn and quiet. It was less murderous and more chaotic.

After the Dark Mark flashed in the sky, except for the real Death Eaters arranged by Voldemort to create chaos, the rest were piles of people who liked to make trouble and those dark wizards who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

And these people, in Thorne's eyes, should not exist in this world.

"Let me see, how to deal with you?"

Standing high in the sky, Thorne tapped his wand lightly, and the originally quiet and hot summer weather suddenly had a gentle breeze. In the blink of an eye, the wind became more and more, and wisps of gray-white mist suddenly appeared in the sky, exuding a breath of destruction.

"Look! That kid seems to be casting a spell on us!" A Death Eater on the ground pointed at Thorne in the sky and said with a teasing look on his face.

"A kid can only use some illusion spells to scare us. Let me show him how hard he is!" Another Death Eater raised his wand to hit Avada, but was hit by a faster spell and flew backwards.

"Black! Stop it! Suddenly a loud voice sounded on the ground." Thorne looked down and saw Mad-Eye Moody with a large number of Aurors. The two had never seen him before, but it was his face that was too recognizable, and it seemed that the spell just now was cast by him.

"What? Are you here to help? No need, go help others."

Thorne waved his hand and said.

"I'm asking you to stop!" Moody took out his wand and shook it to cast a lightning spell, which broke the annihilation storm that Thorne had finally gathered.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"They are not all Death Eaters. We just need to find the leading Death Eater..."

Real Death Eater: ".........Is that Black in the sky?"

Fake Death Eater: "The one who demolished the Ministry of Magic? How about we run!"

"Run? What the hell! There are so many of us. Even if he has the ability to reach the sky, we can drown him with a mouthful of saliva. Come on, brothers!" One of the real Death Eaters who led the rhythm roared while quietly leaving the crowd.

In an instant, spells flew towards Thorne in the sky, but they were all destroyed by the annihilation storm.

"What the hell? If you follow the Dark Mark, you are still a Death Eater? Or are you their traitor?" Thorne ignored the attacks of the mob below, which were like playing house, and said calmly.

"He should also be arrested and sent to Azkaban! And you know you killed nearly fifty people here directly, have you thought about the consequences?" Moody continued to shout.

"Consequences? I have thought about it. Thorne Black, an outstanding student of Hogwarts, fought against the evil Death Eaters during the Quidditch World Cup, killed more than fifty Death Eaters, and was awarded the First Class Order of Merlin." Thorne said half-jokingly, but his hands did not stop at all.

In the blink of an eye, the scattered annihilation storm was gathered again and pressed down fiercely.

Boom!