The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the same as before. If you say anything you shouldn't, I'll turn you into boiled chicken." Thorne snapped his fingers, and Thorne, condensed from flames, appeared in the air, eager to try Draco.

"Come on! You come here! I want to see if you are willing to leave!" Draco threw off the quilt without hesitation and lay on the bed in a big letter shape.

"Okay, okay, you continue to sleep, I'll go out to find Harry." Thorne rolled his eyes, put the golden egg into his small bag and walked out of the dormitory.

The auditorium, no.

The stadium, no.

The library, no half.

Hermione was writing furiously with more than ten books stacked beside her, catching up with the Da Vinci Code.

"Hermione, do you know where Harry is?"

Hermione shook her head without raising her head: "Maybe in Gryffindor Tower, I'm looking for clues about this golden egg for you..."

"I already know." Thorne said.

"Ah?" Hermione said in confusion.

"If you put the golden egg in the water, her voice will become the song of the mermaid, so the second competition should be held under the Black Lake." Thorne explained.

"How do you know?" Hermione asked puzzledly.

"Put the golden egg in the bathtub."

"I mean... why do you take an egg when you take a bath?" Hermione looked at Thorne with strange eyes.

"........................................ I'm a little hungry, I'm going to eat first."

Thorn left the library in a hurry.

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

The next day................

"Dance partner? What dance partner?" Thorne in the library was confused for a moment and didn't know where to stay. You know, he can't dance at all.

"Yes, and everyone else has a way out for this dance partner, but you don't, because according to tradition, this dance needs warriors like you to start the dance."

"And you also know that Professor McGonagall and Snape value our Hogwarts' reputation very much. If you can't beat those two schools beautifully, do you think they can skin you?" Draco said faintly.

"Fuck!" Thorne tilted his head back and thought to himself: "Sister Yue, can you dance?"

"No, there are not many people who need ballroom dancing in Dongda University, and I haven't learned it either." Yin Yue replied.

"Fuck!"

"Professor McGonagall is now opening a small dance class, do you want to go and have a look?" Draco suggested.

"Let's talk about it later, what about your dance partner?" Thorne waved his hand.

"This... I haven't decided yet." Draco suddenly became shy for some reason.

"Can you do it? Is it so difficult to just walk over and invite someone to dance? How many words does it take to say "please dance with me"?"

"How about I force you? If you don't go, I'll invite Astoria."

"God's Sharp Blade!" A sharp air blade came quickly.

"Fuck!" Thorne quickly used his magic power to shatter the attack. Looking back, Hermione looked at him with a bad face and red eyes.

"Okay, Astoria, right? Then go find her. It's not like no one invited me!" Hermione put away her wand when she saw that she couldn't hit him. After yelling, she walked out of the library angrily.

"Fuck, Draco, I'm going to be bullied!" Thorne said and hurriedly chased after him.

"Wait! I'm going too!"

Ten minutes ago........

"There's a dance? Warriors need to dance?" Hermione got this exciting news from Harry.

"You're not a warrior, why are you so excited?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Pig brain! I'm going to invite a dance partner. By the time that wooden lump remembers that he needs a dance partner of the opposite sex, he might have already walked on stage hand in hand with that Draco!" Hermione trotted out of the Gryffindor lounge and headed straight for Thorne's refresh point.

"......This is very English." Harry murmured, touching his chin.

Hermione unconsciously quickened her pace after leaving Gryffindor. A strange sense of crisis swept over her, and this sense of crisis came from Draco!

After all, Draco was not bad-looking and had a top family background. As a result, he had not had long-term and healthy communication with any opposite sex in four years at Hogwarts, which made her doubt the orientation of this tiger boy.

If she didn't hurry up, Thorne would be taken by a fucking man first, and she would lose a lot.

Walked through the corridor and the hall, and refused Krum who invited her, until she stepped into the library, she took out a full set of equipment from her small bag, including foundation, blush, eyebrows, eyeliner, and finally an apple-flavored lip gloss, and then walked into the corner where Thorne usually appeared.

"I'll invite Astoria!" Thorne's voice came.

Hermione froze there immediately. Astoria, she knew, was a famous sick beauty in Slytherin. Anyone who saw her sickly and weak all day would be aroused to protect her.

If Thorne had not confessed to her before, then what she did was wishful thinking, and she would have nothing to say even if he invited Astoria.

But Thorne confessed in person that night! What about this behavior now.

"Okay, okay... It turns out that you have been lying to me all along, right! Okay, okay, if you don't love me, then die! Divine Sharpness!"

The most powerful attack Hermione could release flew out, but she regretted it the next moment.

"Will he be hurt?"

Fortunately, Thorne was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then ran out of the library in a hurry, feeling his eyes out of control.

Hermione felt an itchy mark on her face when she walked out of the library. She wiped it with her sleeve and saw Krum, who had invited her before. She subconsciously turned around, not wanting to look at him, not wanting to look at any big pig's hoof in the world.

"Hermione!" Krum shouted behind her.

Hermione quickened her pace. It would be better for her to find a place to hide in the library.

"Hermione!" Krum also quickened his pace when he saw this, and was about to reach out to grab Hermione's sleeve.

"What the hell! What are you grabbing?"

A figure flew over suddenly, skipped Hermione and kicked Krum's head with a knight kick.

Bang!

Hermione was startled and looked back to find that it was not Thorne, but Draco. Since Draco was the one who was thrown, then the one who threw the hidden weapon...

Thorne smiled and broke into Hermione's eyes, grabbing her shoulders and explaining: "Astoria is the one Draco likes. I just laughed at Draco for not daring to invite her, so I said that on purpose to provoke him."

Hermione nodded, tilted her head back, and then gave Thorne a headbutt.

"You can't say that casually!" she shouted.

"It's really my fault. I shouldn't say such a bottom-line thing." Thorne rubbed his red chest and apologized.

"Huh..." Hermione broke free and hugged her shoulders and sulked.

"Then Hermione, are you willing to accept my invitation and become my dance partner?" Thorne took two steps back and bowed slightly.

"Oh! I don't have that feeling of love anymore. Just wait for me to agree to you someday!" Hermione turned her back and said unhappily.

"The feeling of love? That's easy!" Thorne flashed in front of Hermione, bent down and tilted his head, and finished it in one go.

"Hey? It's still apple flavored!"