The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

After returning to the carriage, Thorne did not intend to tell Draco about Albert, and his last name was Tagore... a bit strange.

"Hey, Thorne, let's go. Just now, they said that there is Harry Potter in the carriages ahead. Let's go and take a look." Draco said excitedly.

"Uh..." Thorne looked at Draco, who was now in high spirits, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a little malicious in his heart. A few minutes later, he failed to make friends and was furious...

"Let's go."

Crabbe and Goyle led the way, and the four of them came to a relatively lively carriage.

A little wizard who looked like a bully was standing there holding a toad, and the other little witch was an acquaintance, who was there nagging at the little wizard.

"Uh... why did I meet her again." Draco said with a bitter face.

"When I just escaped from the institute, her family saved me. Please respect them." Thorne reminded.

"OK, I ignore her."

Then Draco gave Goyle a look, who nodded and walked over to open the small door, and then roughly pushed the timid-looking little wizard away.

"Oh, that squib, his name is... Neville Longbottom." Draco recognized the little wizard and introduced him.

"Let's not talk about that wizard. Do you think you can make friends with Goyle, who is so domineering?" Thorne asked.

"Why not?" Draco walked over with a good feeling about himself. In fact, it was normal. The Malfoy family was one of the most prominent in the wizarding world. People who knew him would not have time to curry favor with him. How could they not make friends?

"I heard you were here, so I came over to make friends with you." Draco walked into the carriage and ignored Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, and stretched out his hand directly to Harry and said.

"Uh..." Thorne, who was leaning against the door frame to watch the excitement, was a little embarrassed. This kind of straight-shooting method, it's no wonder that some people like Draco, this attribute is somewhat domineering.

"Why? I think you are a smart man. You should be able to tell who are the real friends. I am Draco Malfoy, the heir of the Malfoy family. Over there, Thorne Black, the heir of the Black family."

"Dragon... Malfoy..." Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, suddenly laughed.

"Is my name funny? Then I'll be more straightforward, Harry. I don't think you can get any good results by making friends with the unpopular youngest son of a poor family and a Squib." Draco seemed to be irritated by Ron and said immediately.

Thorne, who was leaning against the door frame to watch the fun, was watching Draco's sharp teeth and sharp mouth. He saw Hermione on the side was angry and wanted to stand up for Nawei. Maybe she understood what Squibs meant, but it was more likely because Draco glanced at Nawei when he said it.

"Hey, little Hermione!" He stretched out his hand to stop Hermione who was about to attack strongly, and said slowly.

"Don't add a small, OK?" Hermione said a little angrily.

"Okay, okay, let's see the scenery?" Thorne suggested.

"No, I have to stand up for my friends. To be honest, your friend is not very good. I advise you to stay away from him." Hermione replied.

"That won't work. He and I are relatives." Thorne shrugged to show that he was powerless.

"You have relatives?" Hermione was surprised.

"Yeah, he is my cousin... It's fucked up, right? He is so childish, but he is my cousin?" Thorne said with a wry smile.

"Don't say bad words." Hermione ignored Thorne's complaints, but seized the reason for him to say bad words and began to preach.

"Okay, there will be no next time."

"Hehe, that's about right. By the way, did you learn a lot of magic during the holidays? Followed Headmaster Dumbledore."

"It's okay, I just learned a little bit, and I only know a little about magic." Thorne said modestly.

Unlike the friendly exchanges here, Draco and Harry were about to fight over there. In the end, Ron couldn't stand Draco's constant trash talk, so he took out his wand and pointed it at him.

Although he didn't master any proper spells, Draco couldn't bear the pure magic power coming out of the wand. He flew out of the car and hit Thorne right next to him.

"Thorne, you... pit!" Draco said with gritted teeth.

"Ah! Did you see that! Malfoy was beaten to a pulp by me, hey! Isn't that Black over there going to get out of here? Do you want to try it too?" Ron, who was hit in the car, said arrogantly.

"Are you talking about me?" Thorne looked at the arrogantRon, he really didn't expect that such words would come out of Ron's mouth.

"Ron, you can't beat him." Hermione explained at this time.

"This kind of thing is not something that a bookworm like you can understand. Is that Black still not leaving? Or do you really want to try the same version of Weasley's cannon as Malfoy?" Weasley became more and more excited, so excited that he had given a name to this extremely rough magic output.

"How about you do it?" Thorne didn't indulge Ron, and immediately summoned his wand and hooked it at Ron.

The latter was really a little excited by this somewhat provocative gesture, and immediately followed the same method again to roughly input magic into the wand and fired it out.

Seeing this, Thorne was too lazy to use the wand, and waved his hand casually. A ray of red light casually tore the magic column that rushed out, and hit Ron's arm without losing its momentum.

The next moment, there was a sound of "crack", and his arm suddenly went limp, and a scream that was not like a human voice suddenly rang out in the carriage.

The scream was very shrill, and Harry, Nawei, Hermione, and the people in other carriages were also attracted. In this chaos, Draco quietly grabbed Thorne's wrist and pulled him out of the crowd.

"You pit bastard, I was arguing with the scholars in front and fighting two people alone, what were you doing in the back? You were having a good chat with that Muggle." Draco said angrily.

"I'm avenging you." Thorne rolled his eyes and said.

"I'm even more angry when I mention this! You can easily beat that Ron, but what were you doing when I was beaten? You were still chatting with that Muggle! You looked surprised when I was beaten and shot next to you!"

Draco was very imposing at the beginning, but his voice became smaller and smaller, and his tone became more aggrieved. In the end, he was almost crying, and he looked a little pitiful.

"Are you angry?"