The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Hmm?" Dumbledore looked at Thorne who was silent and asked in confusion.

"Not very good. Ninety-two days before I escaped from there, she also arrived there and died the day before I escaped. I don't even know her name. She was quite gentle... She should be my sister... Forget it, she's just a stranger."

"Maybe it's a mistake to give you this memory." Dumbledore said faintly.

"I think it's okay."

"I'll give you a day off. You can go out and see her tomorrow. Maybe you can erect a tombstone or something. You, Malfoy, should also accompany him." Dumbledore said.

"Okay." Draco nodded.

"No need. It's all sliced ​​into pieces. Why erect a tombstone?" Thorne shook his head.

"Then find a place to have fun for a day." Dumbledore continued.

"Okay."

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The next day...

"Turn... Elementary Potions to page 45. Today we'll learn about fireproof potions." Snape said coldly on the podium.

"......" Hermione propped up her chin and looked towards Slytherin. Thorne was nowhere to be found. Potions was the last class of the day, but he still hadn't shown up...

"Miss Granger! What are you reading? Isn't the knowledge in the book enough for you to learn?" Snape suddenly stood behind her and said coldly.

"Sorry, Professor Snape." Hermione sighed and said in a deep voice.

Just then, a thousand paper cranes flew from the window to Hermione's desk. She opened it and took a look, then thought for a moment and put it away.

"............ Fireproof potion, the focus of production is............"

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After class, Hermione took off the Gryffindor army, quietly came to the corridor on the third floor, and knocked on the stone statue blocking the road in front of Dumbledore's office.

Not long after, the stone statue turned around and revealed the stairs behind it. Hermione saw this and walked up and knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Come in, Miss Granger." Dumbledore's calm voice came from behind the door.

"Professor Dumbledore, what happened to Thorne? You didn't explain it clearly in the paper cranes." Hermione asked directly after she came in. .

"Well, this should actually be considered my fault. Yesterday I helped him treat the psychological shadows of the past, but I found this among those not-so-good memories... I copied it secretly. Don't tell Thorne that I have this, and don't tell him that you have seen it." Dumbledore took out a small bottle and poured it into the Pensieve.

"Just bury your face in it."

"Bury it?" Hermione frowned and asked.

"Yes, this way you can see Thorne's memory, don't you want it?" Dumbledore said.

"This is his memory, and he trusted you so much that he asked you to find his memory, but you secretly copied it... It's hard to judge." Hermione continued.

"Indeed, your criticism is correct, but I think you should still take a look at it, just for his own good. Let me think about it... In his last childhood, there was such a white moonlight person... Of course, in the end, his white moonlight left him. That person has now become a person who doesn't wash his hair, talks trash all day, has a gloomy face, is extremely disgusted with the world, and waits for death every day. What's more, Thorne's experience is even more extreme." Dumbledore explained.

"Why me." Hermione thought for a while and asked.

"I think you are suitable, and I can't let Mr. Malfoy do this kind of thing?"

"Okay, I see." Hermione nodded and said.

"That's right."

Hermione walked to the front of the Pensieve and buried her head in it. It took about ten minutes before she raised her head again.

"Who is that girl?" she asked.

"She's dead." Dumbledore replied.

"...What do you want me to do?"

"Don't talk about this for now... What do you think this is for Thorne?" Dumbledore said.

"Psychological shadow." Hermione replied.

"Then help him get out of this psychological shadow, and it would be best if you can help him forget this girl." Dumbledore replied.

"Uh..." Hermione lowered her head and recalled Thorne's attitude towards her, and then recalled Thorne's attitude towards the girl in her memory. Finally, she shook her head and said, "I may not be able to do it. In fact, I definitely can't do it unless you give him this memory directly.Pull it out. "

"The proportion of love in this memory occupies a large part of Thorne's soul. I can't guarantee that if I pull this memory out, it will have any bad effects on him." Dumbledore shook his head and said.

"Well... is he in that research institute?" Hermione sighed and said.

"Uh-huh... you should still remember that location. I used to have a flying broom for my own use, but I have given it to Thorne. You can use this one next time." Dumbledore took out a Comet 6500 from the cabinet behind him and handed it to Hermione.

"............ Professor Dumbledore........... sometimes you are a jerk. Sorry for saying a dirty word. "Hermione rode on her broom and flew out of the window, leaving only these words before she left.

In the Grampian Mountains in northern England, a camping area where the Granger family had been, Hermione looked around with a fluorescent wand in her hand. After looking for a long time, she finally found a path. She remembered that Thorne had taken this path before.

The path was not easy to walk on, but it was really not a big deal for wizards. With a few casual waves of the wand, the mud under their feet turned into a flat and dry road. Anyway, when they were in Hogwarts, they were too lazy to turn on the Ministry of Magic's trace surveillance.

Just walking like this, there were suddenly some collapsed or melted barbed wire in front of them. After finding a large gap and crawling in, they looked up and saw a deep cave.

"If we talk about the research institute... it's normal to build it here. "Hermione murmured and walked in. Not long after, a dim light bulb suddenly appeared in front of her. Looking inside, a metal door that was violently opened from the inside came into view.

Hermione swallowed her saliva and walked inside. The next second, she was tripped by a strange thing and fell to the ground.

"Uh...what is it...cadaver teacher...can it be her?" Hermione sat up from the ground and looked back at the object that tripped her. It was a human slice specimen, which looked like a cross-section of an ankle.

"...Let's leave it to Thorne later." Hermione sighed. After all, she had seen real ghosts in Hogwarts and was not afraid. She put death into her pocket and continued to walk inside.

However, the deeper you go, the more gloomy the scenery becomes. After the deep part, it can no longer be called a research institute in the past few years. It should be said that it is a killing room. Various machines can be seen. As long as a person goes up and then starts the machine, he will definitely not survive. I don't know who it is for.

"Draco, come back, don't look for it. "Suddenly a voice sounded not far away. Hermione heard it clearly and ran towards it quickly.

"The last one should be the ankle. What a pity." Draco said with some regret as he looked at the body on the ground with cracks all over the body and a missing ankle.

"Forget it, if you can't find it, then don't find it. I'll make up for her." Thorne sighed, stepped on a chair beside him, summoned his wand and was about to start.

"Wait!"

The two turned around and saw Hermione, who was panting, supporting her knees and looking at them.

"Why are you here? Did Dumbledore tell you?" Thorne asked in surprise.

"Dumbledore asked me to come... and, is this her?" Hermione took out the slice from her pocket and handed it to Thorne.