The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Chapter 36



The next day...

Thorne pushed open the door of Dumbledore's office and saw him humming with a cup of hot milk in his hand.

What's wrong with you?" Thorne asked.

"Nothing, I just had a very strange dream yesterday. I dreamed that you came to me and took a time converter. I was thinking whether I should find someone to interpret my dream." Dumbledore said faintly.

"Uh... maybe you should take a look at this." Thorne put the time converter in his pocket on the table.

"......... What do you want this for?" Dumbledore asked in disbelief as he looked at the time converter.

"Didn't you dream about it?" Thorne asked.

"No."

"Then I won't say anything. Bye." Thorne left the office in a flash.

"This stinky boy! "Dumbledore put away the time converter with resentment and said angrily.

Thorne happily returned to the Slytherin common room and found Draco curled up on the sofa, feeling extremely depressed.

"What's wrong with you?" Thorne asked.

"It's still that bastard!" Draco said hatefully.

"Ah, what's wrong with him?" Thorne asked in confusion.

"That guy... do you know what news our Slytherin spies just got!" Draco said stiffly.

"What?"

"That damn bastard actually became their Gryffindor Seeker! How can he do it! It's clearly said that first-year students can't participate in the selection!!!" At this point, Draco roared a little defenselessly, and grabbed Crabbe who was passing by and beat him up.

"Just because of this?" Thorne asked.

"Isn't this matter serious enough! No... No, no, I want to write a letter to my father, I want to join the Slytherin team, and I want to become the Slytherin Seeker. "Draco ran back to the dormitory and wrote a letter to old Malfoy.

"......This..." Thorne couldn't help but twitch his mouth as he watched Draco leave quickly. He couldn't understand why a position in a team was so important, or why the so-called team position was so important in the eyes of Westerners...

Could it be a fight for love priority?

Thorne collapsed on the sofa and thought quietly.

..........

Time passed, the Quidditch Cup gradually arrived, and Draco's wish to join the Slytherin team was not realized, at least not this semester. After all, even if old Malfoy directly used his money ability to spend money, it was already close to the Quidditch Cup, and it was too late to train.

"So. "Thorne asked in the stands of the Quidditch stadium.

"So my dad promised me that he would arrange for me to join the Slytherin team when I was in the second grade, and since that bastard broke the rules first, no one can blame me for this. Do you really not consider joining the team?" Draco looked at Harry flying in the sky with resentment and said bitterly.

"I can't, I really don't have any talent for flying brooms." Thorne shook his head.

"What a pity." Draco lay back and lay in the arms of another little Slytherin witch. Thorne looked back and recognized her, Pansy Parkinson. She didn't look like a poodle as rumored. On the contrary, she had red lips and white teeth and was a very cute little loli.

"Is this the preliminary round or something? I slept for nearly a morning and I can't remember it clearly. "Thorne asked.

"In the final, Slytherin vs. Gryffindor, huh... I don't believe that Pott, a seeker who has lived in the Muggle world until the first year, can compete with Slytherin!" Draco leaned on Pansy and said dryly.

"Hmm." Thorne ignored Draco's words. After all, according to his memory... the memory was a little fuzzy.

Thorne rubbed his head. After all, when he read the book before, he just glanced at it, and after so much time, he almost forgot it. He only remembered some of the key plots, such as now.

Harry, who was flying very steadily, suddenly trembled in the sky like a disobedient broom.

"Huh! It seems that Pott is going to be in big trouble!" Draco saw this scene and quickly sat up from Pansy's arms, saying excitedly.

"I remember that was the Nimbus 2000, right? "Thorne suddenly said.

"...Yeah...The Nimbus 2000 is known for its stability and maneuverability, it shouldn't be shaking so much...Is there any magical interference?" Draco also discovered the blind spot and frowned.

"Maybe,Like some powerful black magic or curse. "Thorn stood up from the stands and looked down. Sure enough, he saw a figure in Gryffindor robes running towards the professors' stand.

"Will Pott die here if he continues like this?" Draco asked.

"Isn't Dumbledore here too? No." Thorne comforted.

"Well... he may not die, after all, he has been a scourge for thousands of years." Draco sneered.

"Uh..." Thorne looked at Draco with a sneer on his face with some embarrassment. Although he shouldn't say this from a friend's perspective, if he stands from an objective perspective... Draco is the kind of scourge for thousands of years... maybe he is also one of them.

"Hey... Where are Goyle and Crabbe?" he asked suddenly.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked.

"I'm free anyway, so I'll have some snacks." Thorne said.

Just as he finished speaking, a bag of roasted dried fruits was handed over. Looking back, the person handing over the dried fruits was Pansy.

"Thank you. "Thorne said politely, and after thinking for a while, he lowered his head and whispered to Draco: "Does Parkinson like you?"

"??? How did you know?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Yeah." Thorne raised the dried fruit in his hand and said: "Love the house and the dog."

"Well... maybe it's true. There are many people who like me since I was a child." Draco thought for a moment and said with a narcissistic temperament.

"............" Thorne didn't know what to say for a moment. He seemed to remember that there was a witch of the same age as him in the institute who liked him very much, but she didn't last a few times and was killed by the experiment.

Until now, in the eyes of professors like Dumbledore and Snape, the person who was most ambiguous with him was actually Draco... Could it be that he really didn't have any luck with the opposite sex???


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