The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Regulus?" Thorne asked in surprise.

"That was a matter of the previous generation, and it's a bit complicated. I can explain it to you slowly when we get back." Dumbledore said comfortingly.

"Okay." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Uh..." Ollivander looked at Dumbledore with a strange look in his eyes.

The latter nodded.

The former suddenly realized.

"Your name is..." Ollivander looked at Thorne and asked.

"Thorne Black."

"Ah...dominant hand?"

"Left hand."

"Okay, stretch your arms, right."

Ollivander said as a magic tape measure began to move around Thorne like a snake, and finally flew back to Ollivander's hand.

"Look at this one, ebony, dragon nerves, thirteen inches." Ollivander found a long black wand with patterns all over it and handed it over.

Thorne took it and waved it casually, only to feel a stagnation. It was okay to forcefully input magic power into it, but it was not comfortable.

"It seems that this one doesn't suit you. Change it to this one, cherry wood, dragon nerve."

"Why are they all dragon nerves?" Thorne complained and took the wand and shook it, but it still didn't fit.

"It's just my experience, but you can also change it to apple wood. Phoenix tail feathers."

"Still doesn't work."

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly thought of something and suddenly said, "Garrick, do you know flesh magic?"

Olivander replied, "Flesh magic may indeed interfere with ordinary wands, but that kind of magic is not derived only from cruel magic riots... Wait, you mean..."

Olivander looked at Thorne in surprise, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Yeah, it's true." Dumbledore nodded.

"Is that so..." Ollivander fell silent, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "If that's the case, there's no need to be so troublesome. Just choose a wand you like, and slowly you will know how to operate it."

"What do you mean?" Thorne said in surprise.

"The wand will slowly blend into your flesh and blood. This is the only reasonable explanation I can come up with." Ollivander said.

"Okay." Thorne shrugged and began to walk around the shop, and finally found a 13-inch wand made of thestral bones and phoenix tail feathers.

"Sincerely, seven Galleons."

"Thank you."

The two walked out of the wand shop. Thorne held the wand in his hand but still had some doubts in his heart. Logically speaking, this kind of flesh and blood magic that can be heard as black magic from the name should not be hidden. Why did Dumbledore casually say it?

It seemed to be irrelevant at all.

Dumbledore seemed to see his doubts and asked directly: "What's wrong?"

"The flesh and blood magic you are talking about is..." Thorne quickly reacted and said.

"A kind of magic that belongs to innate magic, which cannot be learned later, so it gradually faded out of the long river of history." Dumbledore replied.

"But I see you don't seem to be very surprised, as if you are just a minority." Thorne continued.

"We are so old, of course we won't act like a young boy, and you should also keep a calm mind. This is just one of many magics. It is not lowly or noble. It is equal to other magics." Dumbledore explained.

"I understand. What does that gentleman mean by I will slowly know how to control the wand?" Thorne asked.

"Thestral bones and phoenix tail feathers are both flesh and blood in the final analysis... although they are hard." Dumbledore said vaguely.

However, Thorne gradually understood everything. His organs had been shattered by crazy experiments in the research institute more than once before, and he finally recovered by using flesh and blood magic to devour the flesh and blood of others. If the wand in his hand also belonged to flesh and blood...

"I'll try." Thorne said, holding the wand in his hand tightly. Slowly, his hand cracked with traces of blood, and blood and bright red blood flowed out from it, wrapping the wand tightly like a blood-red cocoon.

In the end, the cocoon became smaller and smaller until it disappeared, and the blood and blood seemed to have never appeared.

"Try it now?" Dumbledore asked.

Thorne nodded, and a blood-red beam of light flew towards the wall not far away, and it almost hit someone.

"Where is my wand? Where is my long wand?" He screamed in a daze.

As soon as the voice fell, a blood-red wand appeared in his hand, swinging it as smoothly as an arm.

"How is it?" Dumbledore asked

".....I'm so awesome." Thorne murmured.

"Hehe.....Let's buy wizard robes. This shirt is a bit out of place compared to the wizarding world." Dumbledore laughed twice and led him to the tailor shop not far away.

"Professor Dumbledore? How come you are here? And this cute little wizard, hello." Madam Malkin came out from behind the thick cloth and said in surprise.

"Hello, Madam Malkin."

"Hello."

"Is it this little wizard, right? Made according to freshmen?" Madam Malkin asked with a smile.

"Yes."

The flying tape measure flew up and down on Thorne's body, and soon his size was measured. After paying the money, he could leave. At that time, the owl would deliver the package with a one-time space telescopic spell to the little wizard's home.

"Do I need anything else?" Thorne asked.

"No need, I'll find some for you in the Hogwarts warehouse later... Remember to keep it secret." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Thank you."

The two found a seat outside an ice cream shop to eat ice cream, and suddenly a surprised voice disturbed them.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

Thorne looked back and saw a tall man with long platinum hair standing behind him.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore was very surprised, but soon regained his composure and smiled.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. This is..." Old Malfoy asked when he saw Thorne.

"Thorne Black, the posthumous son of Regulus Black."

"!!!"

Dumbledore's simple words almost made Old Malfoy's CPU burn. Before he woke up, Narcissa Malfoy came over with their son Draco Malfoy.

Among them, Narcissa first nodded to Dumbledore as a greeting, and then saw Thorne with a curious face, and immediately stayed where she was.

"younger brother?"