The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"In fact, the villain who did not harm him is training him all the time." Dumbledore explained.

"....................It can't be Snape?" Thorne said dryly.

"How do you know? Anyway, I need you to guide Tom to meet Harry..............I promise that no one will be hurt. I will hide in the dark to protect your safety." Dumbledore comforted.

"Okay..........I was not a good person in their eyes, but now I can't wash it off." Thorne said speechlessly.

"Thank you." Dumbledore said.

"It's okay, just take it as caring for the lonely old man." Thorne waved his hand and said.

After walking out of the principal's office, Thorne returned to the dormitory and saw Draco holding a book and laughing strangely.

"What the hell are you doing? Laughing so weirdly?" Thorne asked.

"Look at this." Draco took out an envelope sandwiched in the book and handed it to Thorne.

He also explained: "This is a letter from Weasley to his brother. It basically means that Hagrid has a dragon and he asked his brother to take the dragon away. Do you know how shocking this discovery is?" Draco said excitedly.

"So you are going to start to tell tales again?" Thorne asked.

"Don't be so blunt, but this will definitely make them suffer... The time they set in the letter is tonight. Let's go together? Go to the professors to expose this matter?" Draco invited.

"Uh... No, I'll just sleep in the dormitory. If you have any good ideas, just implement them." Thorne encouraged.

"Of course, I will." Draco just held the envelope and laughed strangely.

Time passed, and it was night before he knew it. Thorne was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and resting his mind. He was suddenly awakened by a gust of wind, but the Slytherin lounge was underground... There were no windows, and this sudden wind blew a letter.

Thorne opened the letter and found that it was from Professor Quirrell, or rather, Voldemort.

[Come to my office at 11 o'clock tonight. ]

"Let's begin..." Thorne destroyed the letter and picked up the pocket watch on the bedside table to check. It was 10:20, and Hogwarts started the curfew at 10 o'clock, but Draco had not returned until now. He probably went out to report and got himself into trouble.

Just thinking about this, Thorne suddenly got up from the bed, walked out of the dormitory and walked towards the principal's office.

After arriving at the principal's office, Thorne asked directly: "Is Draco also in the Forbidden Forest this time?"

"Uh-huh...what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Separate Draco and Harry." Thorne said.

"Okay, I'll talk to Hagrid later. Is there anything else?" Dumbledore asked.

"No more, good night, although you may not be able to sleep tonight." Thorne said.

"...................Your mouth." Dumbledore complained.

After leaving the principal's office, Thorne took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was 10:40, and there were still 20 minutes. It was too troublesome to go back to the dormitory, so he simply found a corridor and sat on the steps to wait quietly.

Twenty minutes later, Thorne knocked on Professor Quirrell's office door on time. The latter quickly opened the door, revealing Professor Quirrell's pale face. It looked like he would not be surprised if he suddenly died in the next second.

"Hello, Professor Quirrell." Thorne said with a smile.

"Let's go now. Let's go hunt a unicorn in the place we found last time." Professor Quirrell, or Voldemort, said weakly, leading Thorne into a secret passage, and finally walked out of a secret door outside the castle near the Forbidden Forest.

"Follow me, remember not to fall behind." Voldemort said and led Thorne into the Forbidden Forest.

"Hmm............" Thorne nodded and followed.

The Forbidden Forest at night was constantly blowing with a breeze, and the sound of the leaves rustling above made people feel very comfortable when walking inside.

It would be better if we ignore the eight-eyed giant spiders scattered throughout the forest. Thorne had no choice but to use the wizard's hand to accurately lift up the eight-eyed giant spiders, and then crush them hard, letting these disgusting creatures die before he was relieved.

"Wizard's hand, I remember this spell invented by Professor Snape." Voldemort said quietly as he watched this scene.

"Professor Snape? I found this spell in the potion textbook of a master called the Half-Blood Prince....................Professor Snape's nickname is the Half-Blood Prince?" Thorne said, pretending to be unable to hold back.

"That's indeed his nickname." Voldemort also laughed out loud.

It was unknown how long the two had walked before they finally arrived at the unicorn station they had visited last time.

"The Killing Curse will reduce the physiological activity of unicorns." Voldemort said.

"Then take it alive?" Thorne asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay." Thorne took a deep breath, and the next moment, strands of blood suddenly appeared all over his body, and he quickly stabbed at one of the largest unicorns.

With a puff, the unicorn was lifted into the air by the strands of blood and kept struggling.

"Come on, I need its blood, help me." Voldemort said excitedly.

"Of course. "Thorne nodded, and the next moment the silver blood of the unicorn burst out of its body, floated in the air, and flew towards Voldemort.

"Oh...good boy." Voldemort greedily sucked the silver blood in the air, murmured.

When Voldemort sucked all the blood, he hurriedly said: "You need the flesh and blood of this unicorn, come now, choose the part you need."

"The vigorous vitality of the unicorn comes from the blood, right?" Thorne asked Voldemort.

"That's right."

"And the blood comes from the bone marrow..." Thorne murmured and summoned the magic wand, gently tapped the unicorn's body, and in an instant the skin burst open, the bones shattered, and the silver bone marrow in it kept pouring out.

"To be honest, I have a hunch... this will hurt. "Thorne said as he controlled the bone marrow to transform into thin silver threads, drilling through the skin and bones, and finally merging into his original bone marrow.

And this pain, like drilling through bones and peeling skin, made him tremble uncontrollably, until he could no longer bear it and started wailing.