The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Ugh! I had such a comfortable sleep." Thorne woke up faintly on the four-poster bed in the dormitory.

"... Wasn't I in the library?"

"I brought you back. By the way, what did you go to the library for?" Draco, who was writing something on the desk, answered.

"I really want to... I want to find a book, an anatomical atlas of magical animals." Thorne shook his head and replied.

"Okay, you rest here, I'll go out and bring it back to you later."

"Thanks, I'll have a good sleep, I really feel sleepy." Thorne put down the bed curtain and fell back.

Pah.

He slept until the afternoon class. The anatomical atlas of magical animals had already been placed at the head of his bed, and Draco was dressed neatly, looking very serious.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Thorne asked.

"Are you awake? If you wake up, change your clothes quickly. This is a flying class. To be honest, it's not very safe to wear wizard robes." Draco explained.

"OK." Thorne nodded, but he just took off his wizard cloak, and after thinking about it, he put on leggings and wrist guards.

"This course is very simple. I don't want anyone to get hurt in class... No one will, right?" On the lawn, Madam Hooch looked sharply at the little wizards standing in two rows and said seriously.

The little wizards just laughed casually, and perhaps stared at Willongbottom with some tasteless eyes and laughed very badly.

I'm talking about you, Draco!

"You just need to ride your broom to the sky. Do you see those big circles in the distance? You just need to ride your broom to pass through those big circles one by one, how about it?" Madam Hooch pointed to the circles in the sky and said.

"Understood!" The little wizards answered.

Then Thorne looked at the little wizards one by one like flies passing through the iron hoops one by one, and Draco and Harry flew the best, which was about the same.

But the only flaw was that Thorne came soon.

"Go ahead, I believe in you." Draco patted his shoulder and encouraged him.

"Yeah, I believe in myself too... To be honest, as long as I don't make a fool of myself, it's fine." Thorne stepped lightly with his feet, and the flying broom took him into the sky. The whistling wind made his eyes hurt a little.

The flying method of the flying broom, which is a stick, also makes the operators suffer a lot. It is worse than a bicycle. If a bicycle loses balance, it will fall at most 90 degrees, but if this flying broom loses balance, it will fall 180 degrees.

Fortunately, Thorne's luck is not bad. He managed to fly at an average level. It can't be said to be very good, but it doesn't make a fool of himself.

"I know you can do it. You fly well." The first sentence Thorne heard after his feet stepped on the land again was Draco's encouragement.

"Come on, I can't compare with you." Thorne smiled bitterly.

"That's pretty impressive."

After returning to the dormitory, Thorne washed up as usual, and set up a small magic desk lamp on the desk like yesterday, and decided to work on the book "Advanced Flesh and Blood Transplantation" by lamplight. When he was tired, he would take a look at the anatomical illustrations of magical creatures that Draco helped him bring back.

After all, what does the saying go? Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. If you are not prepared, you will not know when a very rare and powerful magical creature will pass by you one day. It is pure behavior.

And the most important thing is that there will be no classes tomorrow, Saturday!

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"Is this the reason why you didn't sleep all night?" The next day, Draco looked at Thorne, who was still like a monument in front of the desk, and said in shock.

"After you die, you can sleep forever. Sleeping now is just a waste of time." Thorne complained.

"Hehe...hehe, do you need me to bring you food?" Draco laughed twice.

"I need it. I'll eat whatever you eat."

"Okay."

With Draco's departure, Thorne was the only one left in the dormitory. As for Crabbe and Goyle, they had already gone to the hall to wait for dinner.

Crackling!

A burst of sparks suddenly sounded, and Thorne looked up and saw a small note lying quietly on his desk.

He picked it up and spread it out to take a look.

[Maybe I should test your learning results. How about coming to the Forbidden Forest this afternoon? ]

"Fortunately, I have been studying late into the night these days." Thorne murmured silently after destroying the note.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye it was afternoon. Thorne swaggered out of the castle and walked towards the Forbidden Forest. This time he did not arrive early, but arrived at the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest almost at the same time as Quirrell, or Voldemort."What have you learned during this period?" Voldemort asked Thorne when he saw him from a distance.

"A lot, it depends on what you are testing." Thorne replied.

"I didn't expect the answer... Then let me ask it in a different way. What do you hope your first flesh and blood transplant will be?" Voldemort asked.

"I have thought of some, which require me to have access to it and outstanding magical abilities. I have thought of several. One is Dumbledore's phoenix, but that is a bit too difficult. He may not agree. But if it succeeds, I will directly gain the ability of Nirvana, and I can use fire magic at will." Thorne said.

"But this is indeed too difficult. What other ideas do you have?" Voldemort asked.

"I saw in a history of Hogwarts that there is a group of unicorns in the Forbidden Forest. Their magic power comes from blood, which will improve people's vitality and magic power, and will improve their talent for Transfiguration. Most importantly, maybe I can get it." Thorne said.

"Well, that's a very good idea, but you forgot to mention one magical animal, the Thestrals kept in Hogwarts." Voldemort said.

"Thestrals?"

"Yes, do you know this magical animal?" Voldemort asked.

"I know, but I don't know the role of the Thestrals. To be honest, the magical animal illustrations I found in the library are not very complete." Thorne explained.

"Then let me explain it to you. Thestrals are very magical animals. Do you know that they have a characteristic?" Voldemort asked.

"Only people who have experienced death can see them?" Thorne said.

"Yes, but this characteristic is derived. The real magic of the Thestrals is that they contain death. As long as you integrate the flesh and blood of the Thestrals, learning to use spells that cause death will be twice as effective in the future." Voldemort explained.

"I guess... is there a but?" Thorne asked.