The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

There were not many classes on the second day. In the morning, I took Herbology with Ravenclaw, which was my free time. Thorne and Draco spent most of the day in the library, and they didn't leave until curfew.

Draco returned to the dormitory, while Thorne walked out of the castle, found a tree big enough at the outermost edge of the Forbidden Forest, floated to the branch, and waited quietly for Quirrell.

"Master, Master, he doesn't seem to be here?" Not long after, Quirrell staggered out of the castle and said stutteringly.

"Idiot."

Quirrell only heard his master scolding him, and then he lost consciousness.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." He looked up at Thorne, who was sitting on the branch, and apologized.

"I came too early." The latter cast a levitation spell on himself and floated down.

"How much do you know about flesh magic, or how much do you control?" Quirrell, or Voldemort, didn't say too much to Thorne, but asked directly.

"My understanding is very superficial. After all, I have never been exposed to this knowledge before. Control..." Thorne stretched out his hand, and slowly this hand began to decompose itself into strands of blood, from flesh to bones, just like blood-red red spider lilies.

"The control is pretty good, but the direction is wrong. Flesh magic is actually a kind of magic that evolves itself, not a magic that disassembles itself." Voldemort explained.

"Uh... I seem to understand something." Thorne said with a twitch of his mouth.

"Tell me."

"...Use other magical creatures to make yourself stronger?"

"That's right!" Voldemort clapped his hands fiercely, and saw Thorne's eyes becoming more and more satisfied, but he still added: "However, the selection of flesh and blood for magical creatures is a very profound knowledge. If you are not careful about it, it is easy to turn yourself into a monster that is neither human nor ghost, and the replacement of flesh and blood is also very particular."

"Under normal circumstances, the organs and flesh replaced by flesh and blood magic will not have rejection reactions, but that is limited to humans. If it is replaced with other magical creatures, it requires very sophisticated flesh and blood replacement magic." Voldemort stretched out his hand, and two thick notebooks appeared in his hands out of thin air.

"These are the two books I copied by myself, "Magic Flesh and Blood" and "Advanced Flesh and Blood Transplantation". You go back and study hard. I will check them from time to time."

Thorne took the two books, exchanged a few polite words with Voldemort, and quietly returned to the castle.

After returning to the castle, he did not return to the dormitory immediately, but quietly came to the principal's office. Dumbledore was making a cup of coffee... He deserved his insomnia.

"What's wrong? Those two books were given to you by Voldemort?" Dumbledore said directly when he saw Thorne walking in with two books.

"Is the dark magic in this book very heavy? You can see it at a glance?" Thorne was surprised.

"It's not that there is dark magic on it, but few people use this kind of book. Tom, that is, Voldemort, is one, and Quirrell is another." Dumbledore explained.

"That's fine. I came here just to show you this book. To be honest, I'm afraid he will set a trap for me in it." Thorne said and pushed the two books directly in front of Dumbledore.

"I knew that my cup of coffee would not be in vain." Dumbledore complained and opened one of the books and started reading it.

Thorne, who was free, began to talk nonsense with the senior principals hanging in the principal's office.

The one who argued with him the most was his ancestor, Phineas Black, who was known as the most unpopular headmaster.

"No matter what! The blood of the Black family cannot be tainted! Pure-blooded lovers are a must!" Phineas roared at Thorne. Although there was a canvas between them, he always felt that his saliva fell on his face.

"Bullshit! Family members know their own business. Your broken theory can fool outsiders, but how come you fooled yourself? What the hell has the Gaunt family become in pursuit of the so-called pure bloodline? If the Blacks had not secretly absorbed some mixed-bloods in recent generations, I might not have been here. The Black family would have been extinct long ago!" Thorne retorted without giving in.

"I accept that she's a half-blood, but I heard from Albus that you're always hanging out with that Gryffindor muggle-born? Slytherin's pure-blood half-blood isn't enough for you to talk to?"

"What do you mean I'm always hanging out with that Gryffindor muggle-born? Who is that?" Thorne asked Dumbledore in confusion after hearing what Phineas said.

"Ahem... Miss Granger, didn't you come to the fireplace to buy her a gift before? Phineas asked." Dumbledore said in a low voice, feeling a little embarrassed.

"She's... not.....She's only eleven years old, what can I have with her?" Thorne understood, and immediately looked at Phineas with a strange look.

"Humph, those witches and wizards who finally got married said so when they were young." Phineas said with disdain.

"Whatever you say, eleven-year-old kid, huh."

"Aren't you the same?"

"......Dumbledore, can I throw his portrait into the fireplace?"

"........."

"Albus? You're still silent? You're still silent? Do you really think so?" Phineas said in shock.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm researching, but it's a pity that none of you are researching flesh magic." Dumbledore sighed and said.

"There's nothing I can do, that thing is rarer than Obscurus." A strange headmaster explained.

"I remember there were records of flesh magic in the restricted section, didn't you check it out? "Another headmaster spoke up.

"I went to see it once before, and it was all damaged. Now it seems that it was probably Tom who did it... After all, his later magical transformation should have also used flesh and blood magic." Dumbledore replied.

"Voldemort has done all kinds of bad things." Thorne slumped on the sofa and cursed, his eyes unnaturally glued to the portrait of Phineas, and it seemed that he still wanted to throw him into the fireplace.

"What are you looking at?" Phineas was a little scared by his gaze, and said a little embarrassedly.

"I was thinking... If I send you back to the Black mansion and hang you face to face with that crazy woman, would she dare to scold you?" Thorne said.

"........So you slumped on the sofa for a long time and couldn't hold back a fart. Are you making up in your head that you and your grandmother will curse each other when we meet?" Phineas was silent for a while and suddenly spoke up.

"Yeah."

"Albus... help me beat him up. "