The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

The Christmas holiday passed quickly. In Thorne's perception of time, it seemed like school started again after a nap. It was a bit fucked.

When Draco returned to the dormitory, he saw Thorne, who was a little depressed.

"You...what's wrong?" Draco was startled by Thorne's appearance and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing...is there anything to eat?" Thorne asked strugglingly.

"...Hogwarts went bankrupt? Can't afford to eat?" Draco quickly took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into Thorne's mouth and asked.

"I...I'm too lazy to go."

Just like that, Draco, who was still anxious in the last second, made a face in the next moment and said sarcastically: "Still not hungry enough...Where is the snack package I sent you before?"

"That thing can't be eaten as a meal." Thorne sat up from the bed and complained.

"I'm still curious why you don't eat." Draco asked.

"No one is eating with me. It's a good thing that you guys are back today. There's a dinner tonight. We can have a good meal."

"Hehe..." Draco sat at the Slytherin table with a sneer, watching Thorne, who was sitting next to him, devouring the food in a flash. He was so fierce that he couldn't describe it. The only difference between him and Crabbe and Goyle was that Thorne ate more politely... That's all.

The day after the dinner, Thorne came to the library and saw Hermione refreshed here, so he walked over and greeted her.

"Hmm..." Hermione looked at Thorne with a cold face, and then looked at the brooch on Thorne's chest, and her face looked better.

Then she asked, "Have you never celebrated Christmas before?"

Thorne was a little confused. What did Hermione mean by that? But after searching his memory, he answered, "No."

"Is that so... That's right, let me teach you. After ignoring some cultural attributes of Christmas, there are only a few activities. The most important one is that friends give gifts to each other. For example, if I give you this brooch, you have to give it back. It's not good to say that you give it back because gifts are given to each other."

"It's okay if you don't give me a gift, but if others give you a gift and you don't give them one, in their eyes you become a proud and arrogant person who doesn't know how to share. Over time, no one will be friends with you." Hermione pulled Thorne to a corner and began to preach.

And Thorne was a little out of control from Hermione's second sentence. What did she just say? The brooch was given by Hermione, so if that's the case...

He thought that if Hermione knew that he actually knew about Christmas and gave gifts to everyone except her.

............

This secret must be kept to myself!

"Oh, hello, but it's not surprising to see you here." Suddenly, a strong but old voice came from behind Thorne.

He looked back and saw Dumbledore.

"Fortunately, it's not Draco." He thought quietly.

"By the way, what was I going to say... Thorne, I like the Bone Spirit you gave me, and I hope you like the wool socks I gave you." Dumbledore left in a daze, without taking a cloud with him.

The most outrageous thing is that he didn't take Thorne with him!

"......I thought you didn't know about Christmas gifts... Let me guess... I'm not the only one who doesn't have a gift, am I?" Hermione said faintly.

"Listen to my explanation. Didn't I say that I went to help Dumbledore during my vacation? I remembered the gifts when I came back. Then I returned the gifts one by one according to the gift givers, but the brooch you gave me didn't have a gift giver, so I didn't know who to return the gift to." Thorne answered in a panic.

"Take off the brooch." Hermione said.

"Oh." Thorne took off the brooch.

"Next, look at the back of the brooch." Hermione took a deep breath and said.

Thorne turned the brooch to the back and saw four letters, T.B-H.G.

"Can you tell what it is?" Hermione asked.

"The abbreviations of our names... Sorry, I didn't look carefully before." Thorne said a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, maybe I should be more direct next time... How was your vacation?" Hermione didn't get angry about such a small matter, but asked.

"It's okay, to be precise, it should be very good, very good." Thorne replied.

"That sounds good. My vacation is just like that... maybe next time I have a vacation... By the way, you are alone, how about coming to my house next time I have a vacation?" Hermione said suddenly.

"Uh... not very good, this idea is quite bad." Thorne replied.

"Why?"

"I don't like it... and I'm reserved, and I've disturbed your life."

"Okay..."

The two walked out of the library side by side, and saw Harry at the next corner. Hermione was about to say hello when she saw another figure.

Snape appeared behind Harry at some point and began to speak aimlessly until he took a book from Harry's arms and looked at the two of them.

"Thorne... come with me." Snape ignored Hermione and said to Thorne.

"I'm coming." Thorne shrugged at Hermione and followed.

"Professor... what happened?" Thorne asked as he followed Snape all the way.

"Just come over." Snape said coldly.

"OK." Thorne rolled his eyes helplessly and followed Snape to his office.

After arriving at the office, Snape took out a bottle of blood-red potion from the shelf and threw it to Thorne, then lifted up his trouser legs, and only then did he find a bloody mark on the back of his calf.

"Uh... Professor, what bit you?" Thorne opened the potion in his hand with a cold face, and took the cotton swab from Snape's desk.

"Three-headed dog... you know." Snape said with a bitter face.

"Are you distracted?" Thorne asked while wiping Snape's wound with a cotton swab dipped in potion.

"I guess... That beast suddenly lost its mind and bit everyone it saw." Snape replied.

"Hmm..." Thorne then applied the medicine to Snape. After the medicine was completely applied, he said again: "How about I use flesh and blood magic to see if I can make your wound heal in advance?" Thorne said.

"... Try it." Snape said.

"Okay." Thorne took out his wand and was about to cast a spell, but Snape suddenly stood up, walked towards the office door angrily, and opened the door. Harry was standing there with a pale face.