The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"...divination, I tried it before, and I'm quite talented." Thorne made up a lie.

Although it's OK to say Dumbledore directly, what if Sirius has nothing to do and goes to Dumbledore to verify it? How troublesome.

"The talent for divination is not easy, and you can't learn it." Sirius sighed.

"Yeah." Thorne looked down at his watch.

"...Are you going to class?"

Sirius also looked up at the clock hanging on the wall.

"Fuck!"

He suddenly stood up and grabbed Harry's collar and rushed out of the office, leaving only a message lingering in the air.

"There are food in the cabinet and books on the bookshelf, just read it!"

"Ah this..."

Thorne shrugged and closed the door of his office and walked towards the dormitory. After sleeping for who knows how many times, Harry realized belatedly that something was very incredible.

"Just now... Thorne said that the dragon... is... a barrier?" Harry felt that all his muscles were weak, and he held on to Ron beside him to keep standing.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Ron asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, my leg is cramped." Harry quickly recovered and said.

But he was not thinking about it for the next class, and he didn't find Sirius until the get out of class was over.

"That's a dragon! Can I really beat a dragon?" Harry said as he sat in front of Sirius.

"Ah... Thorne can easily deal with dragons, but he forgot about you... But it's still simple. Any creature has weaknesses, and the dragon's weakness is the eyes. I will teach you an eye disease spell later, and then you just try to give the dragon a hard one." Sirius said casually.

"Is that so...Okay."

Harry listened to Sirius's calm voice and slowly calmed down. After all, Dumbledore would be there, and even if it was the worst possible outcome, he should be able to...survive...

About half a month later.

Thorne was holding a hot dog in his hand, watching the wizards below dragging the subdued dragon to the arena in the air. There were also many young wizards or professors who didn't eat breakfast early in the morning watching the excitement around.

"Don't watch the excitement, get down and get ready, it's about to start." Draco's voice suddenly rang in Thorne's ears.

"OK, OK." He casually floated to the ground, and Draco pointed to a tent in the distance.

"Ludo Bagman asked you to go to that tent."

"Okay." Thorne nodded and walked towards the tent.

The three people inside seemed to have chosen the dragon they needed to deal with, and Harry's face was frighteningly pale, and it seemed that the one he chose was not a good one.

"Come on, Mr. Black. Since you are late, there is only this last dragon left." Ludo Bagman handed Thorn a model of a Swedish short-nosed dragon.

"Hehe, I am quite lucky compared to you." Thorn took the model and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hehe... I am a little nervous." Harry smiled and said.

"Don't worry, as long as you are not burned to charcoal in an instant, there will always be salvation." Thorn comforted.

"Hehe, you didn't let me go either." Harry complained with a bitter face.

"Thorn Black, please enter!" A voice called Thorn to enter the stage sounded from the high platform.

"Hehe, I am the first one." Thorn came to the venue with great interest. Under the butt of the dragon opposite was a pile of her own eggs and golden eggs placed by the competition.

First of all, it must not be too simple. If the dragon is subdued in a few moves, then the action of taking the dragon's nerves or heartstrings will be too deliberate. It is better to anger the dragon first, then fight back in self-defense, and take the golden egg away after the dragon is left with little blood.

The plan works!

"Come on, Draco! Let you taste the punishment from great friendship." Thorne raised his wand and muttered Draco's name with a bad taste. After all... Draco, it's almost the same.

A silver-white light flashed in the air.

"What is he doing? Want to use a variant of the flash spell to blind the dragon's eyes?" Fleur rolled her eyes and said disdainfully.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. It's a very strong magic." Krum glanced at Fleur and explained.

"Why didn't I see it..." Fleur wanted to refute, but suddenly a sound of flesh and blood breaking drilled into her ears. Curiously, she turned her head and saw a scene that was not in line with common sense.

The back of the dragon's skin, which was the hardest part of its skin, seemed to have been slashed by a sharp blade from the gods, and it was completely torn apart from top to bottom, and precious dragon blood and bright white dragon bones kept pouring out..

The dragon was also enraged by the pain, and it flapped its wings and pounced towards Thorne.

"Come on... Nerves and Dragon Heartstrings!" Thorne put away his wand, and scarlet blood shone all over his body. The next moment, in full view of everyone, he suddenly turned into a blood mist and pierced the dragon's body directly.

Bang!

As the dragon's body hit the ground, Thorne also appeared in the dragon's nest. He sealed and packed the dragon nerves and dragon heartstrings he had just touched and stuffed them into his small bag, then bent down and picked up his own golden egg.

"... Dumbledore! Can I get a dragon egg?" Thorne suddenly looked up and shouted at Dumbledore.

"It is illegal to privately raise dragons!" Dumbledore replied.

"I want to eat!"

"..........Three!"

"OKOK, no more, no more." Thorne rolled his eyes, but he still had to give Dumbledore a little face in front of everyone, and left the stadium with his golden egg.

On the way, he also met the wizard who came to rescue the dragon and Hagrid, who was crying and crying. Those who knew that a dragon was seriously injured, and those who didn't know would think that the dragon inside was his father.

"I don't understand the brain circuit of the giant." Thorne returned to the stands and complained to Harry beside him.

"That big guy, is he a giant?" Krum came over and talked.

"Yeah, I don't know what he is thinking every day. A beast is injured, and those who don't know would think it's his father." Thorne rolled his eyes and said.

And Fleur, who was standing at the edge, turned pale again after hearing Thorne's impolite words.

"Amazing! He only used two spells to seriously injure a dragon. Those two spells are both black magic... Don't get me wrong, I also study black magic, but I didn't expect Hogwarts would teach it." Krum rarely spoke such a long string of words, which surprised Harry and Fleur who were watching. After all, the three of them were in the stands just now, and this brother didn't say a word.

"........." Thorne glanced at Krum, how to say it, it was quite clear, and simply replied: "At the beginning, I didn't accept black magic, but after learning magic to a bottleneck, this is also a hurdle that cannot be bypassed."

"Fleur Delacour, please come on stage!" the stage shouted again.