The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

At this time, old Malfoy also reacted, and looked at Thorne's pale face intently.

"Like... Really like..." Old Malfoy patted Narcissa's back calmly, and the latter finally took a long breath and asked Thorne: "What's your name?"

"Thorne Black."

"Thorne..." Narcissa murmured.

"Black?" Draco was confused.

"Draco, take this little Mr. Black out to play for a while, we have something to say to Professor Dumbledore." Old Malfoy suddenly said.

"Okay, follow me." Although Draco wanted to stay here to continue listening to gossip, he also knew that his father wanted to get rid of his two little wizards, so he decided to avoid it helplessly.

"Actually, I want to..." Thorne was about to say that he also wanted to stay and listen to what was going on, and then he was taken away from the scene by Draco quickly.

"...Are you the Flash?"

"What Flash?"

"Nothing." Thorne shook his head.

"Well...are you really from the Black family?" Draco asked.

"I'm not here." Thorne really didn't know. When he first knew his last name was Black, he didn't know that this was the world of Harry Potter, and later he didn't suspect that he was from the Black family.

As for why he was brought to school by Dumbledore, he just thought that his flesh and blood magic and experience were too dangerous, and he wanted to personally watch him and not do evil.

"It seems that he is, otherwise mom and dad shouldn't have talked to Principal Dumbledore for so long... Who is your father? Sirius or Regulus?" Draco asked.

"I'm not here."

"You don't know anything? Then where were you before?" Draco asked in surprise.

"In a research institute." Thorne replied.

"What is a research institute?"

"Research, you know."

"So the research institute is used for research? It sounds like something for Muggles, what can they research?" Draco asked contemptuously.

"Research me."

"Huh?" Draco said in a daze.

"Like extracting my blood, cutting me open to study my internal organs, and all kinds of experiments that will make you pee your pants."

"You're kidding... right?" Draco asked.

Thorne pulled his sleeves open, and in an instant, hideous and terrifying dark red scars covered his arms, which frightened Draco so much that he couldn't move.

"Children? Oh, what's going on?" Narcissa suddenly appeared behind Thorne, saw the scars on his arms, and quickly held his arms and asked.

"Nothing, it's all over." Thorne politely withdrew his hand. Compared with Draco, who didn't have much brains, he didn't want to have too much entanglement with Narcissa and old Malfoy, even though they were strictly speaking his relatives.

Although the Malfoys and Dumbledore were roughly the same, and neither of them was a good person in the traditional sense, it was better to follow the world's first white devil than to follow the dark devil's lackeys.

As for Legilimency, it only observes the thoughts and ideas at this moment. As long as the magic power is not extended into the brain to stir it, the deep memory will not be seen.

The most important thing is that he never thinks too much of himself. An eleven-year-old child, although his childhood experience is different from that of ordinary children, it is really not enough to attract the prying eyes of the White Devil who is more than a hundred years old.

"Okay, three of you, we are going back now. Goodbye." Dumbledore patted Thorne's shoulder and disappeared after a twist.

"He should be considered my cousin?" Draco asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Narcissa nodded.

"Then he should come to the Malfoy family. He and Dumbledore have no blood relationship." Draco continued.

"He is not the same as us, but you are different. You can choose to have a good relationship with him." Old Malfoy said suddenly.

"Oh."

After returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore found a complete set of textbooks and crucibles for Thorne in a classroom. As for personal items such as dragon leather gloves, he also found a second set, which saved a lot of money.

Until then, Thorne asked, "What is the Black family?"

"An ancient family in the magic world. There should be only two alive now. One is you, and the other is imprisoned in Azkaban, which is a prison for wizards." Dumbledore explained.

"Uh..."

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"Nothing, just lamenting that this family is not very lucky." Thorne shrugged and said, "The one who was imprisoned is a black family.Is the person in prison my father?"

"No, your father is Regulus Black, and he has passed away."

"Okay."

Thorne did not continue to say anything, but picked up a book from the pile in front of him, but he couldn't hold it back when he just turned to the first page.

"Sixth grade potions textbook, did you find it so complete?" He said teasingly.

"Potions textbooks have never been updated, so you don't have to worry about it being outdated." Dumbledore explained.

"No, I mean, I don't understand how narcissistic people can give themselves the nickname... Half-Blood Prince!" Thorne couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. It was really that he couldn't help laughing when he thought of this nickname full of youthful blood, and then thought of Snape's dead face.

And Dumbledore laughed out loud when he saw the name, but somehow he suddenly stopped laughing and became a little embarrassed.

"Huh? Why don't you laugh? Isn't it funny? There was a little wizard who was full of second-year students in Hogwarts, and he was already in the sixth grade! Hahahahahahaha!"

"Thorne, I think it's not polite to say this to a little wizard we don't know." Dumbledore said faintly.

"But you laughed happily just now."

"No, no, no, I didn't laugh just now." Dumbledore shook his head quickly.

"Hehe...Okay, you said you didn't laugh, so you didn't laugh. I'm going back to my room." Thorne bent down and picked up a pile of books. As soon as he turned around, he saw a big black bat standing.

"Professor Snape? "Thorne forced a smile awkwardly, thinking of pretending to be stupid and going back to his hut. After all, Snape himself would not want to make the vest he used when he was young public... probably not.

"Heh..." Snape gave Thorne a cold look and watched Thorne return to his hut, until he was about to cross the threshold when a vine suddenly appeared out of nowhere and tripped him.

"Fuck Snape!" Thorne cursed in Chinese subconsciously.

"What did he say?"

"Nothing." Dumbledore, who understood, smiled but said nothing.