NOVEL NEXT Chapter 132
Fleur left the game, and Thorne watched it from beginning to end, concluding that there was something but not much.
Then it was Krum. How should I put it? He had some skills. If he was allowed to stay on the sidelines, he would have a chance to grind the dragon to death, but this game was for grabbing golden eggs, not for slaying dragons, so... it was a pity.
"Huh... Huh... It's my turn soon." Harry took a deep breath and looked very nervous.
"Do you have any ideas?" Thorne asked.
"Sirius taught me the Eye-Scarring Charm, and I've been practicing it recently." Harry replied.
"Ah, this..." Thorne frowned. The Eye-Scarring Charm has limited lethality to dragons, but shouldn't Harry use a flying broomstick? Oh, right.
Nimbus 2000 had been interrupted by the Whomping Willow because of his random swearing, and Sirius had been doing fancy things for nearly half of the semester last semester, so he had no time to buy gifts.
Because of the Triwizard Tournament this semester, I can't even think about buying a broom.
"I'll take a look at what you've done." Thorne leaned on the railing of the stands and looked around.
"Draco! Draco!"
Thorne directly locked onto Draco, who was carrying a large plate of food and planning to cook while watching the game.
"What's wrong?" he asked in surprise.
"Broomstick, can I borrow it?" Thorne said.
"Broomstick... I remember that you can't bring other props into the arena, right?" Draco took out the broom and handed it over.
"Just let the broomstick fly in by itself." Thorne said casually.
"Will you be able to use the flying charm after you enter the arena?"
"..........." Harry looked embarrassed like a Psyduck.
"Leaving charm?"
"..............."
"Wizard's hand?"
"............"
"What can you do?" Thorne asked speechlessly.
"Uh.........Disarmament?" Harry said.
"............Except your uncle, you want to win the championship with so little knowledge!" Thorne kicked Harry into the stadium, then walked off the stage and returned the flying broom to Draco.
"Why don't you use it?" Draco asked.
Thorne picked up a piece of chicken and started eating.
"That guy doesn't know anything, he just uses an egg."
"Oh, pitiful."
"Thorne!" Hermione suddenly patted Thorne on the shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"Where's your golden egg, let me see it." Hermione said.
"Here."
"I just looked up the allusions about golden eggs in the library." Hermione said confidently while holding the golden egg.
"So the clue about the golden egg is the Easter Egg Festival?" Draco said sarcastically.
"Haha, then what do you say?" Hermione was very unhappy about being choked and asked immediately.
Draco stretched out his fingers and knocked on the golden eggshell.
"There's a crack here, see it?"
"Eh? Really!" Hermione said as she was about to open it.
"Don't!"
Ah! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!!
After a shrill cry like the dead, Thorne quickly reached out and pressed the golden egg back.
"What the hell is this." Draco murmured while shaking.
"....Fuck.......Ah........" Even Hermione couldn't help but swear.
"Yohu?" What's wrong with you? Harry climbed down from the stands with a dusty face, holding a golden egg in his arms, and asked Ron as he looked at the three people who seemed to be broken.
"Nothing, Harry will give you a hint, there is a crack in the middle of the golden egg, you can open it... Don't open it here, it's a secret hint, mainly a secret." Thorne said.
"Eh? It's true." Harry turned the golden egg over and said.
"Yeah, I'll go back to the dormitory first, bye!" Thorne said, walking towards the Hogwarts Castle step by step.
"You're leaving before the scores are given?" Harry said in surprise.
"Just focus on the game. Can you go over and take a look to improve your score? Maybe it will break your defense." Thorne waved his hand.
After returning to the dormitory, Thorne immediately laughed strangely. He took out the thick dragon nerve and spread it on the table.
This is a good thing. The dragon nerve can not only improve the talent of ordinary wizards in fire magic, but also is much stronger than normal humans, and the reaction speed of the nerve will be more sensitive. It can barely be regarded as a low-profile biological version of Sian Westin.
Thorne took a deep breath, and the blood-red flesh magic kept melting the dragon nerve into a kind ofStrange red liquid.
Then he stretched out his hand and cut his throat, squeezing the blood-red liquid into thin strands and letting it penetrate into his spine.
"Fuck!"
Thorne felt numb and simply lay on the bed, shaking constantly.
Zi Ao.........
Draco walked into the room and saw Thorne shaking uncontrollably on the bed.
"............." Draco was silent for a while, then reacted suddenly.
"Fuck Thorne! You fucking knocked it!"
"Bullshit! Can I touch that thing?" Thorne slowly recovered and panted.
"What was going on with you just now?" Draco asked.
"Don't ask around, kid."
Draco was silent for a while, thought for a moment and suddenly said: "You fucking aren't you a big 0? Are you playing with a bouncing bullet?"
"You fuck!"
"Just kidding!" Draco ran out of the dormitory quickly, and the air was full of a happy atmosphere.
Thorne was the only one left in the dormitory. After he recovered completely, he took out the dragon heartstring, then sat on the bed and opened his chest in front of the mirror, melting the dragon heartstring into strands of blood and melting it into his heart.
"That Thorne, I was just joking with you just now, you shouldn't be angry... Shit!" Draco once again walked into the dormitory with a heartless step, looking at Thorne who opened his heart and was a little dazed.
First he pinched himself with his hand...
It hurts.
It's not a dream.
"Shit!"
Pah! Draco rolled his eyes and fell down directly.
"Hey... Hey... Hey!" Thorne came over and kicked Draco while continuing to fuse the heartstring.
"Hey..........."
..............................
"Where is this?" Draco murmured in a trance while lying on the bed.
"Are you awake? Congratulations, you have become a girl." Thorne said faintly while drinking a bottle of milk.
"What the hell?"
Draco quickly sat up and lifted his quilt and said in confusion.
".............................."
"Thorne............."
"Fuck you!"