The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

At night...

Thorne went to sleep in another room of the headmaster's office, while Dumbledore walked alone in the headmaster's office.

Swish...

With the sound of stones rubbing, Snape pushed the door open and walked in.

"How is it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Regulus's posthumous child, you guessed right, a descendant of the Black family." Snape put the documents he had just sorted out on the desk and said.

"If that's the case...

"Then what are you going to do? There seems to be an old elf in the Black mansion, or send him to Malfoy Manor, where his aunt is." Snape said.

"What do you think of this child's talent?" Dumbledore did not answer directly, but asked back.

"You think..."

"No, I'm thinking, this child has suffered so much in that research institute, if he is sent to Malfoy Manor or the Black mansion at this time, can you imagine the result?" Dumbledore sat back in his seat and said.

"The Dark Lord is not common. "Snape said.

"I didn't say he would definitely become the Dark Lord, but I won't watch a saved child jump into the fire pit with my own eyes, don't you understand?"

"So? As far as I know, you have never been very good at educating children." Snape said sarcastically.

"Don't say that. I have read a lot of books by Muggle educators recently, which has benefited me a lot. What touched me most is that if a child is kind by nature, you don't need to change his choice of general direction, you just need to escort him in small aspects." Dumbledore explained.

"Bullshit."

"That makes sense, rebellious psychology, you know?"

"......"

"Okay, you can go." Dumbledore said speechlessly.

"Does the child's life experience need to be kept secret?" Snape asked.

"Don't change the general direction, this is the general direction, I will find an opportunity to reveal his news to any big mouth in the pure-blood family."

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that. "Snape said.

"I won't lie to him. The truth is the truth. Rather than leaving a thorn in his heart because of this secret that can't be concealed in the future, it's better for him to see what kind of mob those so-called pure-blood families are." Dumbledore replied.

"...Well, I hope he won't come to Slytherin...I don't like his last name." Snape said and left the headmaster's office.

"...I like it...quite a bit, I think." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, murmured with uncertain eyes.

The next day...

"How did you sleep?" Dumbledore asked Thorne who walked out of the room.

"It's okay. Isn't it a bit rude to say this?" Thorne was a little embarrassed halfway through, and then added.

"People are honest."

"That's good. The quilt is a little light. I don't feel it when I cover it. It would be better if it was thicker and heavier. "Thorne said very impolitely.

"Everything will change after you come back tonight, hold my hand." Dumbledore said, standing up and holding out his hand.

"Where are we going?"

"Diagon Alley, by the way, what is your education level..." Dumbledore suddenly asked.

"Almost... middle school, there are cultural courses in the institute, and I also studied anatomy and physiology on purpose, because magic needs it." Thorne replied.

"That's fine, otherwise I would have to teach you from reading." Dumbledore nodded, took Thorne's hand and opened his eyes to a dilapidated bar.

"This is the Leaky Cauldron, a wizard's base in the Muggle world. The butter pie inside is very delicious, but it will feel a bit greasy if you eat too much. "Dumbledore said as he led Thorne in.

Maybe because of the time, there were not many people in the bar in the morning. Only Old Tom was leaning on the bar. He was a little curious when he saw Dumbledore leading Thorne in, but he still waved politely.

After the two walked to the patio, Dumbledore took out his old wand, pointed to the trash can in the corner and said, "This trash can is cast with a solidification magic, and even the fierce fire can't burn it. Like this, go up, then knock in the middle."

Thorne looked at the tightly sealed brick wall that slowly retreated to the side like water. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked to see this scene. After all, in his mind, it was much easier to manipulate flesh and blood than bricks...

But who knows about others.

"Diagon Alley, the largest gathering place for wizards in England, many things can be bought here. Do you have your admission letter?" Dumbledore said.

"I have it, but I have no money. Please"Are you a guest?" Thorne asked, looking up.

"Hogwarts has subsidies. You can go to Gringotts with your admission letter, the white building, to collect it."

"Is that a bank?" Thorne asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay." Thorne shrugged and was about to go in, and he was ready to swallow his anger. After all, he knew how much the disgusting elves inside valued the so-called money, and they would definitely not be happy with a powerless little wizard like him.

"Come here? What are you thinking about?" Suddenly, Dumbledore's voice brought Thorne back to reality.

"What are you doing?" He asked in surprise.

"Take you to collect the money. If you, a child, go to collect the money, you will definitely be bullied and ignored." Dumbledore said as a matter of course.

"Uh, thank you. "Thorne nodded and followed Dumbledore into Gringotts, and came to the counter in the middle of the hall.

"Notice." Dumbledore stretched out his hand to Thorne.

The latter handed over the notice, waited for the goblin to take it, carefully looked at the name on the notice, looked at Dumbledore again, and finally looked at Thorne, who was beside him with black hair, black eyes, pale skin, and the last name Black, and rarely said any trash talk, but quickly handed out a small bag of gold galleons.

Thorne, who came out of Gringotts, stretched his waist and teased: "It's good to lean against a big tree to enjoy the shade, huh?"

"Only part of it is my fault." Dumbledore explained.

"Hmm?"

"You will know later, go buy a wand first." Dumbledore said.

"Where? The one that makes wands?" Thorne pointed to a slightly dilapidated storefront and said.

"Did you see it?"

"Yeah. "

"Go in if you see him."

"Oh."

The two walked into the store. At this time, there was only an old man sleeping on the counter.

"Garrick, Garrick? Garrick!"

Dumbledore called out three times before he woke up the old man. "It's Dumbledore, is this Regulus? Oh, sorry, I made a mistake." Ollivander climbed up from the counter and said with a grin.