The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Wow... Hehe... Wow..." Lockhart was frightened by this impolite threat. He stood up awkwardly and took two steps back, escaping back to the podium.

"Well said, this idiot can't be given a little respect." Draco whispered.

"Yeah... It's really not as good as PPT." Thorne nodded in agreement.

"What is PPT?" Draco asked.

"........... You will have a chance to see it later."

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Five days have passed since the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and it's Saturday, a very important day for Draco.

"I'm not interested in Quidditch. Don't you have Parkinson to accompany you? If it doesn't work, I'll go and get Goyle and Crabbe back for you." Thorne was dragged out of the Slytherin lounge by Draco with a bitter face.

"No, no, you can come. The main purpose is to let you see me riding on a flying broom!" Draco showed a confident smile and kept pulling Thorne.

That's right. In the five days after Defense Against the Dark Arts, Draco didn't practice magic at all except for the necessary classes and homework every day. He concentrated all his time on writing letters and constantly persuading old Malfoy to donate money to Slytherin to buy brooms. By the way! Put Draco in.

Donating money is an old tradition in Europe.

In the end, it was probably because old Malfoy was really annoyed by Draco that he donated a sum of Galleons to Slytherin to replace the entire team with a batch of Nimbus 2001. At the same time, he squeezed out the original seeker by some means and arranged Draco to this most important position, which can be called the protagonist.

"Draco! Thorne!" After the two walked out of the Slytherin lounge, they met Pansy Parkinson who had been waiting for a long time at the corner. She was greeting them enthusiastically.

"Well... Actually I'd rather have him call me Black." Thorne complained to Draco in a low voice.

"Then tell her."

"Such a trivial matter is unnecessary, and I've decided to establish a gentle and kind personality for myself this semester." Thorne responded.

"...............I bet ten Galleons that this personality will be broken in no more than a week." Draco complained.

"Okay, ten Galleons, we'll see." Thorne rolled his eyes and waited for a while until the other Slytherin Quidditch players arrived. Flint reached into his pocket and took it out suddenly as if there was some rare treasure in it.

"Professor Snape's note, the right to use the Quidditch field today is ours."

Everyone was a little excited, but Thorne didn't quite understand this weird sense of pleasure, perhaps because he didn't quite get along with Slytherin's philosophy, or perhaps he wasn't taught that philosophy since childhood. In short, he didn't have that inexplicable disgust for Gryffindor, and naturally couldn't understand their pleasure.

But as a vested interest of pure-blood ideology, isn't it a bit hypocritical to think this way?

Thorn thought as he walked behind with Draco, heading towards the Quidditch field.

"Look at Thorne, we Slytherins are going to drive those Gryffindors out now!" Draco reminded in a low voice.

"Uh-huh."

"By the way! And I can't wait for that bastard to see me become the Slytherin Seeker." Draco continued.

"..........Oh my God, can you say less."

"OK."

The Thornes and the others behind him were joking and making a fuss, while Flint in front was fighting with Wood with the art of language, including but not limited to verbal sarcasm, pushing each other, and most importantly, showing Draco, starting with zero frames and then a small combo of showing off wealth to successfully break the defense of the Gryffindor team.

There is only one true fighter. Hermione retorted loudly: "At least Harry doesn't need to give Gryffindor money to join the school team."

"It's not your turn to talk nonsense here."

The originally tense atmosphere suddenly became silent, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin gangs all saw the person who was talking.

"Pansy... I can't help you this time." Draco said to Pansy Parkinson who had just finished trash talking with a disdainful look on her face.

"What?" Parkinson was surprised.

On the other side, Flint and his men were almost unable to stop the furious Gryffindor. Wood and the Weasley twins were like three lions that had just been released from the cage and went crazy.The same thing was about to break through the defenses of several people.

The other Gryffindors also kept attacking in their own way, and for a while, insults and roars were heard.

Only the victim Hermione stood there in a daze, not knowing why these people were suddenly angry.

Seeing that Flint and his men were about to be unable to stop Wood and his men, Parkinson panicked and looked at Draco.

"I can't help you with this matter... Don't you realize that I won't say anything now?" Draco shook his head.

Parkinson looked at Thorne again. As far as she knew, it would be easy for Thorne to knock down these Gryffindors with his ability.

But things did not go as planned...

"Don't look at me. If there was no one to deal with you, I would have wanted to do it." Thorne sneered.

"Don't worry about it! I'll do it myself! Just me and her!" On the other side, Hermione finally understood what kind of dirty word Mudblood was with the help of enthusiastic people, and immediately took out her wand to have a passionate real-life one-on-one with Parkinson.

"Just the two of you? Are you sure?" Wood turned around and asked.

"Yeah!"

"Flint............A serious wizard duel, you won't stop it?" Wood sneered at Flint and said sarcastically.

".............Parkinson...I hope you don't lose Slytherin's face." Flint thought for a moment, and finally stepped aside and turned back to warn Parkinson.

"Heh.........Hmph! She is.........What is there to be afraid of!" Obviously Parkinson wanted to say some trash talk, but the person behind her who was resentful of her was there, so she chose to think about it before speaking and swallowed the dirty words that had not yet come out.

[Well.......Father and son are safe, please rest assured. 】

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[Forget it, I confess. I was so addicted to playing Civilization last night that I wrote a note and started to command. When I opened my eyes again, the sun was out. I had to catch up on my sleep, or else I would lose my life.]

[To be honest, deceiving you like this really makes me... makes me... makes me feel bad... I really... eh...]

[I confess, I regret it, I promise...]

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[I will dare to do it next time.]