The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Thorne asked, waving at Hermione.

"Well... Halloween Eve is Sir Nick's death anniversary... I, I wanted to invite you to go with us." Hermione said.

"Nick... Oh, Nearly Headless Nick, right? You, Potter and Weasley? They may not welcome me, and Nearly Headless Nick, I'm not familiar with him." Thorne shook his head and said.

"They will welcome you. Last semester you defeated Quirrell, but Harry told us the truth. Quirrell is the two-faced man, and the mysterious man is at the back of his head. They all admire you privately." Hermione replied.

"Admire? Maybe they may change their mind about me because of that incident, but it's really not admiration. Will you admire me? Just because my magic is a little bit better?"

"..........I will, but they really changed their mind about you. The last time you threatened Lockhart, your voice was quite loud. When you went back, the two of them said you were great." Hermione blushed a little and continued.

"......I remember I whispered it?"

"Actually...not really." Hermione said with a little embarrassment.

".............."

"Well, go ahead." Hermione continued.

"Well, the Halloween party is not interesting, and it's good to have a little talk with those two brats." Thorne finally agreed, and the two sat in the stairwell and chatted for a while. Until they went back to their own homes, Thorne did not mention asking Hermione to ask Hagrid about the Thestrals.

After all, it is easy to cause problems if such secret thoughts are exposed too early, after all, what if Hermione asks.

"Why do you ask about the Thestrals?"

"I want a flesh and blood transplant."

"........"

Isn't this nonsense.

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[Note before reading the second half of this chapter, PTSD Chinese name: Post-traumatic stress syndrome, simply put, is a psychological shadow, which is common in soldiers who have been on the battlefield. For example: Snape's psychological shadow is that he once told Lily about mudbloods, which led to the breakdown of their friendship. The word mudblood is the switch of his PTSD. The condition is different for each person, but most of them react greatly or are highly aggressive. 】

"Poor Thorne, for the sake of magic, he was humiliated to attend a ghost party with Granger and Pot Weasley... It's so miserable~" After returning to the dormitory and telling Draco about the matter, the kid immediately started to be sarcastic.

"What else? How about I throw you out of the dormitory, and you go to Hagrid to ask me where the Thestrals are." Thorne said with a sneer.

"Huh... I don't want to, but I can give you a pretty good idea." Draco replied.

"What?" Thorne asked.

"Didn't you make a pot of love potion last semester? Give Granger a little bit and let her help you. Besides, Granger will wake up as long as she stops taking the love potion. She won't keep pestering you. There are no side effects. Why not do it?" Draco half-jokingly came up with such a bad idea.

"........................... Good idea!" Thorne said with bright eyes after hearing it.

"........Ah? What the hell?" Draco said in confusion.

"I say, your idea is good!" Thorne rummaged through the boxes in the dormitory and really found the small bottle of love potion and put it in his pocket, waiting to go to the auditorium tomorrow morning to get some food with a strong smell that can cover the smell of the love potion.

Hehehehehe!!!

Draco, who was watching Thorne gradually start to act strangely, swallowed hard and thought to himself, if he went to the principal's office to find Dumbledore now... According to the relationship between the big and the small, would Dumbledore handle it impartially or would he collude with Thorne... Wait, can he go out in this situation?

It should be possible...

But since Dumbledore is an accomplice of Thorne, how about going to Professor Snape? That won't work either, Granger is a Muggle, how can Professor Snape take care of him?

How about giving it a try?

This is the only way.

Just like that, Draco trembled and walked out of the dormitory and slowly came to Snape's office.

After telling Thorne's plan, a thread in Snape's head seemed to be broken.

Slytherin... Half-blood... Little wizard...

Gryffindor... Muggle... Little witch...

Slytherin... PureBlood.....Little wizard......

Gryffindor....Muggle.....Little witch......

.............Love potion×

.............Mudblood✓

Snape seemed to have PTSD at this moment, combined with his rich experience and a little imagination.................

"Go and call that guy over to me!" A cold voice was squeezed out of Snape's throat.

"Yes!" Draco was frightened by the murderous tone and was about to go out immediately.

"Wait! You're just delivering food if you go alone, I'll go with you!" Snape suddenly called back Draco who was about to leave, put on a cloak and strode towards the Slytherin dormitory like a bat.

"Hey............Thorne, don't blame me, this is all so that I don't have to go to Azkaban to see you in the future............Don't blame me." Draco followed Snape and thought secretly.

Thorne, Gowercrab and the others had already gone to bed, even with the curtains drawn.

Suddenly there was a knock on the dormitory door.

"Open the door! Slytherin brings warmth!"

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Bang!

After violently breaking the door, Snape directly pulled open Thorne's curtains under Draco's gaze and dragged him out roughly.

Thorne was still confused. He was sleeping comfortably in bed in the last second, and was dragged out by the old bat in the next second..............Wait, is that Draco?

"..............Draco..........You'd better pray that I die directly in Snape's office!" Thorne gritted his teeth and threatened Draco.

The latter subconsciously shrank his neck and felt unwell. After thinking about it, he decided to explain the pros and cons to Thorne and followed him.