The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Quiet, what were you going to say just now?" Thorne relaxed his brows and asked Dumbledore again.

"This notebook... I plan to find a new owner for it." Dumbledore said.

"Ahem!" Thorne coughed twice and straightened his collar.

"........... You can't."

"Then what are you talking about?" Thorne pouted and said.

"Of course I have to tell you, who do you think I should give it to? I have made a copy of this notebook during this period, and we can monitor the text that appears on the notebook." Dumbledore explained.

"Lockhart, otherwise, would you give it to that innocent little wizard? You wouldn't be such a beast." Thorne replied.

"I'll listen to you." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Thorne.

"........... No, no, no, I'm going to stay here for a while, because Draco is probably chasing me all over the castle during today's Quidditch game." Thorne shook his head.

"Although I welcome you to come back and live here, it's better to talk things out in this situation. Avoiding won't solve any problems." Dumbledore began to make chicken soup.

"Are you going to drive me away?"

"I'm not driving you away..." Dumbledore said speechlessly.

"Then I'll go back to get my luggage."

"Give the notebook to Lockhart on the way, no matter what method you use." Dumbledore sighed and handed a book wrapped in a dragon skin bag to Thorne.

"No problem."

"Don't peek."

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

"If Tom really knew how to resurrect magic, he wouldn't rely on such a small thing to stay alive." Dumbledore added.

"OK."

Thorne cast an illusion spell on himself, and then flew into Lockhart's office. In short, although he was a bit showy, he was still normal, if you ignore his headshot on the wall.

After putting the book on his desk, he headed for the Slytherin dormitory, trying to get back to the dormitory before Draco and pack his luggage away.

.................................

"Where did you go during the game?" Thorne just opened the door of his dormitory and heard Draco's resentful voice.

"Uh............." He was silent for a moment. Although this kind of thing is said, you can't really put all the responsibility on Hermione, right? That would be too beastly.

Just like that, Thorne ignored Draco and walked to the bed. Lying on the bed, he blocked the pain perception of his body. Like a piece of meat on a chopping board, he gave up struggling and said to Draco: "I have nothing to say now. You can do it yourself. I'm here. You can do whatever you want."

".............. What kind of beast do you think I am!" Draco said awkwardly when he saw this scene.

"........... Are you not angry anymore?"

"Forget it."

"Well............" Thorne was silent for a moment, undressed and fell asleep. Half a minute later, his breath was even.

...................................

The next day...

Draco dressed up early in the morning, rushed into the dormitory with great excitement, and pulled Thorne out of bed.

"Give me a reason!" The latter wiped his face with his hand and said.

"Dueling Club! Dueling Club is reopened!" Draco kept shaking Thorne.

"I'm not going, you go... Is it Professor Flitwick who is re-hosting it?" Thorne shook his head and continued.

"And Professor Snape, the two of them are preparing for a wizard duel, let's go and see, let's go!" Just like that, Thorne, who was still wearing pajamas, was dragged from the dormitory to the auditorium by Draco.

"I didn't even wear shoes! You're really good at it."

"Uh... Hogwarts has magic, it's okay, it's okay." Draco laughed awkwardly twice and said.

At this moment, most of the little wizards in the auditorium came to watch the excitement, and they all cast strange eyes at Thorne, who was only wearing pajamas.

Thorne frowned and looked around, forcing those eyes away before sighing. It's not that he hadn't thought about transforming himself into a set of clothes, but the main thing was that Snape would probably practice a few moves with Professor Flitwick later, and the magic of the entire Face Hall would be stirred up at that time.The clothes that are shaped will definitely be disturbed.

Besides, sometimes it is a good idea to treat other people as nothing. How they view you has nothing to do with you. Just like last semester, two impolite little wizards from Gryffindor treated you as a dark wizard for half a semester. You still have to eat and drink.

Thorne stood there and watched for a while. There were a few professors sitting in the professor's seat who had nothing to do and wanted to watch the fun. The first one to bear the brunt was Dumbledore!

Snape and Professor Flitwick finally walked onto the stands. Professor Flitwick bowed to the little wizards in the audience and talked a lot about the opening ceremony before getting back to the point.

He and Snape, the two mainstays of Hogwarts' combat power, planned to try it here and open the eyes of a group of little wizards in the audience.

The battle soon broke out on the stage, and the little wizards in the audience were also very excited to watch, but Thorne was the only one who supported Draco and was drowsy and had no energy.

"Don't you even want to watch this scene?" Draco asked in a low voice.

"The spells interact with each other, it's flashy and round-based, but that's right, if they both went all out, the hall would have been shattered long ago." Thorne raised his eyelids and murmured.

"It's as bad as you say... You're right." Draco seemed to remember something halfway through his words and quickly changed his words.

"What did you remember?" Thorne asked in confusion.

"Nothing."

Soon, Snape and Professor Flitwick on the stage finally ended their fight, and Snape lost by one move.

But it seems that Thorne was too embarrassed to use those real lethal spells in such an occasion.

It's like a killer who specializes in learning how to kill efficiently goes to a boxer who is trained in a professional boxing match. If he can't hit those vulnerable positions, he will definitely not be able to beat the boxer who scores with every hit.

But it's another story outside the ring.

"Next, those who want to stay here and participate in the wizard duel can come and sign up with me. Those who don't want to can stay here and watch." Snape walked off the stage and said to the many young wizards.