The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"So, is this the last one?" Dumbledore looked at the Hufflepuff gold cup floating in the transparent gourd, feeling a little unhappy.

It's normal. No one would be calm when these precious assets left by the founder of Hogwarts were so badly treated by Voldemort.

"Hey, deal with it." Dumbledore returned the gourd to Thorne, unable to bear to watch it any longer.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"The third game is next. By then, you will probably face Voldemort directly. Pay attention to safety. Also, tell Harry not to touch the damn trophy. He can't control it." Dumbledore said with a gloomy face.

"Don't worry." Thorne waved his hand and walked out of the principal's office.

Time passed. After a few days, Thorne was pulled up from the bed by Draco.

"What happened?"

"Today is the third game. Prepare well." Draco picked up a glass of water and said to Thorne's face.

"Damn, you're so rude!" Thorne cursed and used magic to evaporate the water on his face, then put on his clothes and went to the third game without eating breakfast.

"According to the rules of the game, Harry goes in first and you go in second. Dumbledore told me, do you have confidence?" Draco asked in a low voice while walking side by side with Thorne.

"Relax, I will, no one knows how to walk through the maze better than me."

"The rules of the game stipulate that you can't walk in a straight line."

"Huh?"

"In other words, it is forbidden to destroy the walls of the maze."

"Ah... It's okay, the mountain man has his own tricks!" Thorne shrugged and said.

"Okay."

Soon, the game started, Harry walked in first, and Thorne followed after waiting for a while.

"Sister Yue! Leave it to you."

Yin Yue floated up and looked down at the maze under her feet from a high altitude.

"Yes, just keep going forward."

"Turn right ahead, two right turns in a row, and then there is a straight road."

"Wait! Behind you!"

Without Yin Yue's reminder, Thorne turned around and looked at the werewolf who suddenly appeared in the maze at some point, and took out his wand helplessly.

This kind of thing couldn't have been made in the Triwizard Tournament, so it could only be a bug that Voldemort put in.

"Sister Yue! In addition to showing me the way, remember to observe Harry's side. I'm worried that someone will take him away by force."

Thorne shook his wand twice casually and twisted the werewolf in front of him into a twist, and then he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Well, go forward right, left, right, left, I'll go check on Harry." Yin Yue said and flew towards Harry.

As a result, not long after Yin Yue left, her voice rang in Thorne's ears.

"Harry has already faced a Death Eater, why doesn't this silly boy set off fireworks?"

"That's how they are in Gryffindor!" Thorne couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"You are already very close to the trophy, hurry up!"

"Harry has been taken away!"

"Fuck!" Thorne cursed and pressed on the trophy.

Buzz!

After a while of dizziness, the first thing Thorne did when he regained his vision was to wave his wand violently, and blue dragons of fire surrounded him, guarding against the Death Eaters coming from all directions.

Not far away was Harry being carried by the Death Eaters.

"Thorne, I'm sorry." He said a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, we also forgot that Tom would let the Death Eaters sneak into the stadium, right, Tom?" Thorne raised his head and looked at the figure curled up in the cradle not far away.

"Are you planning to snatch Brot here? I'm sorry to tell you, neither of you can leave today."

Voldemort said in a daze.

The Death Eaters surrounding Thorne also moved closer to him. The Death Eaters who came this time all had working hands, not the crooked ones who were temporarily pulled in to make up the numbers in the last Quidditch Cup.

"Really? Give it a try, Vulcan will clear the way!" Thorne pressed down the magic power around him violently, like a gust of wind blowing a ball of fire from top to bottom, making the fire more vigorous, but also being pressed to spread in all directions.

Boom! The dozens of meters high wall of fire just slapped the Death Eaters in all directions like a wave.

However, although the Death Eaters this time were not as good as the elite of Azkaban, they were still quite powerful. Except for the unlucky few little Karas who were burned to ashes, most people passed through the wall of fire with their own magical powers, and all kinds of deadly spells were thrown at Thorne like beans.

"Come back!"

Thorne shouted, and the wall of fire that was originally behind the Death Eaters turned back. This time, the Death Eaters were not prepared, and some of those who were slow to react died immediately. The flame shield was like this.In response, nearly half of the Death Eaters were directly delisted.

"You are capable." A handsome wizard standing next to Voldemort not far away was seen by Voldemort, and hurried out, pointed his wand at Thorne, and shot a killing curse.

"Don't you Death Eaters know other spells besides the killing curse?" Thorne casually controlled a fire dragon to swallow the killing curse and complained speechlessly.

"Interesting, interesting." The handsome wizard showed a strange smile, looking at Thorne as if he was looking at a fun toy, and then nodded his wand again, and suddenly the green thunder as thick as an arm struck Thorne again.

"Interesting?" Thorne frowned, letting a fire dragon constantly resist the thunder of the killing, and looked at the handsome wizard with some displeasure.

"You're about to die and still talking about fun. I want to see if you guys who like fun will still talk about fun until you die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Thorne immediately disintegrated into a ball of blood mist, and in the blink of an eye he appeared in front of the handsome wizard and slapped him.

With a snap, three blood marks appeared on the handsome wizard's face, and soon most of his face became black and swollen. After all, Thorne had used 100% of thestral poison just now. This fun wizard was just lucky, but now he should not be able to have fun, after all, this guy himself is about to become fun.

"Master? Let's go. We've got Harry's blood. There's no need to waste it here. When you're resurrected, killing him won't be as easy as crushing an ant?"

The wizard holding Voldemort's swaddling clothes couldn't help but tremble and said after looking at Thorne's murderous smile.

Before Voldemort in his arms could say anything, Thorne couldn't help but walk over.

"Want to leave? Are you still thinking about leaving?" Thorne casually dispersed all the fire dragons around him, letting them fight with other Death Eaters, and then looked dimly at Voldemort in the wizard's arms.