The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

After dinner, the two Blacks present became mouthpieces for the two Malfoys. It was supposed to be a conversation between an aunt and a nephew, but it became a conversation between a father and a son.

What was even more ridiculous was that the father and son disguised themselves, one as the so-called aunt and the other as the so-called nephew.

The two Blacks, who were not good at speaking, were also willing to be the mouthpiece. After all, it was better than being in a cold atmosphere and the whole dinner was dead silent.

After dinner, Thorne walked into Draco's bedroom as if he was escaping. He didn't want to stay under the gaze of Narcissa and old Malfoy for a second longer. After all, that level of social death was still too cruel for a young wizard like him who had just graduated from the first grade.

Anyway, after that dinner, the two of them tacitly chose to avoid each other, like an ostrich. Old Malfoy commented on this: "This is the real emotion without any falsehood. If it were someone else, Narcissa would have been eloquent and full of nonsense, fooling the other party into a cripple."

"Only when facing Thorne did I feel so embarrassed that I didn't know what to say."

The two of them kept avoiding each other in their lives until this day...

Old Malfoy was going to take Thorne and the other two to Diagon Alley to buy textbooks for the new semester. No other textbooks were needed, just this Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Dumbledore didn't know where he found this jumping clown to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, haha... a stinky novel writer!" Old Malfoy took Thorne and the other two out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron and sneered mercilessly.

"Yes, a stinky novel writer, how dare he apply for the position of a professor at Hogwarts? Just stay at home and write." Draco also sarcastically said mercilessly.

"That's right." Thorne also had a deep grudge against this idiot professor. After all, he was forced to buy a bunch of useless novels... The writing was just so-so... Lockhart just got the rare bonus of literary workers in the wizarding world.

The three of them walked into Flourish and Blotts, the designated place for purchasing textbooks at Hogwarts.

"Oh my God... You came out at the wrong time." Old Malfoy murmured in a low voice.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Draco also walked into Flourish and Blotts curiously. He just glanced into the house and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Thorne walked over while eating an ice cream cone. He originally wanted to buy one for Draco and old Malfoy, but the former had a toothache these days. He had just drunk Bone Spirit not long ago, and his teeth were not healed yet. The latter was a big man, and the head of the Malfoy family. Eating an ice cream cone on the street in public seemed unstable, so he refused.

"Today seems to be the new book launch of that idiot writer. He is standing on the table and performing a one-man stage play." Draco explained speechlessly.

"Yo? It sounds interesting. Let's go in and take a look?" Thorne suggested.

"Well, I'm just free, so it's good to watch the clown to cheer up." Old Malfoy heard Thorne say that and immediately spoke up.

Just like that, the three of them walked in swaggeringly and heard Lockhart in the middle of the room yelling: "I need one of my lucky readers! Come and play the role of the dark wizard who was subdued by me in one blow, let's see!"

Lockhart looked at the group of wizards and wizards in the audience and found that none of them were very good. The main reason was that the youngest of these wizards were at the level of second or third grade. He might not be able to control them. If that young man accidentally fought back, he would be socially dead.

Then he heard the sound of the bookstore door opening.

Three people walked in. Old Malfoy, the current leader of pure-bloods, must not be offended, and he would not play this ridiculous game of house with him. He also knew the little boy with golden hair next to him. Draco Malfoy, the only son of old Malfoy, would never agree to go on stage to play this clown.

And the little wizard who was eating the ice cream cone and exuding a clear breath, looked like he had just graduated from the first grade. He was indescribably quiet and gentle. He looked like a good little wizard who would cry for a long time if hit. It was just right for him to go on stage to perform an art performance with him!

"The one over there! The little wizard eating the ice cream cone! That's right, I'm talking about you! Come on! I need you to play the role of the dark wizard who was subdued by my blow!" Lockhart immediately shouted to Thorne. It was rare that he did not introduce himself with such a long list of titles and nicknames. He might think that everyone present, including Thorne, would know him.

In short, as a big ice in the magic world, Lockhart did not say the introduction this time, which was rare and precious.

"Huh?Me? "Thorne ate the rest of the cone in a daze, pointed at himself and said.

"Yes! That's right, it's you, the lucky little wizard, you have the honor to have a grand performance with me this time, you just need to take out your wand and stand opposite me, and act as a dark wizard who is subdued by my blow! Believe me, kid, such opportunities are rare, really rare!" Lockhart talked endlessly.

Old Malfoy, who was standing at the door and was originally planning to watch the clown, had a gloomy face and was about to step forward to rescue Thorne, but was stopped by Draco.

"Thorne must be holding back something bad, let's wait and see how ugly Lockhart can be!" Draco said in a low voice.

"......Okay. "Old Malfoy looked at Thorne, who looked calm, and nodded when he saw no panic on his face. He stood there and looked at the clown Lockhart with interest.

On the other side, Thorne reluctantly walked up to the high platform made of long tables and stood opposite Lockhart.

"Now, take out your wand and point it at me." Lockhart took out his wand and pointed it at Thorne.

"OK." Thorne nodded, reached into his pocket, summoned his wand, and pointed it at Lockhart.

"Okay, my fans, I can only say that the dark wizard I subdued ended up very miserable, but I naturally won't hurt the cute little wizard in front of me, believe me." Lockhart was still talking on the high platform.

"Let's get started! "I don't know why that person in the audience started a commotion, and in an instant the entire bookstore was drowned by the noise.

"Of course, of course, we'll start now, and you kid, relax, I will never hurt you, absolutely not, I promise." Lockhart was very pleased to hear the commotion, and said immediately.

"Hmm."

"I feel like laughing." Draco was already in Bengbu, and whispered to old Malfoy.