The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"It's not what you think." Dumbledore shook his head and could only explain palely. After all, it's impossible to say that all that was done by Thorne on his own initiative, right?

He took the initiative to embed old Cetus into the tree, took the initiative to let the couple renew their relationship, and finally took the initiative to complete the achievement of a household registration book at Platform 9 and 3/4.

Although it was not himself who caused all this, but the institute on the contrary, Sirius would probably collapse if he said that. After all, Gryffindors have a characteristic, they like to take the responsibility of the people around them on themselves.

Sirius is the epitome of this. Even if it was Kreacher's carelessness that caused Thorne to enter the institute, even if it was the damn institute that made Thorne's hands stained with blood, he would still take all the responsibility on himself.

"......................" Sirius looked at Dumbledore, who had nothing to say, and finally stopped saying anything. He kicked the door open with a bang and walked out.

And Dumbledore finally just sighed.

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

On the other side.

"Remus Lupin lives here? He lives alone, almost like a wild man, right?" Thorne looked at the cabin in the woods and complained to Yin Yue beside him.

"He should be afraid of hurting others, after all, he is a werewolf."

As soon as Yin Yue finished speaking, a peaceful voice came from behind.

"It's quite dangerous here. Are you out for an outing with your parents?"

Thorne looked behind him and saw a man in camouflage clothes holding a rabbit in his hand, smiling at him.

"Lupin? Remus Lupin?" Thorne said to the man who looked almost the same as in his memory.

"You know me... Are you from the Black family? You look like a... uh..." Lupin's logic was not clear.

"Yes, Thorne Black, Regulus is my father, Dumbledore wants to see you." Thorne said straight to the point.

"What does he want from me?" Lupin asked.

"Who knows? Maybe they want you to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After all, not many people have applied for the position in recent years."

Thorne looked around and finally sat on a big rock. He pointed to another rock for Yin Yue.

As soon as Yin Yue sat down, she saw Lupin walking towards her. She immediately gave up her position like a puffy bun. She looked around and leaned against a tree.

"I'm not suitable to be a professor. Did Dumbledore tell you about me? I'm a werewolf." Lupin replied.

"That's not something I consider. My mission is to bring you to Hogwarts and to Dumbledore. The rest has nothing to do with me." Thorne summoned a silk robe and directly buckled Lupin's thin shoulders and was about to fly.

"Wait, rabbit! That rabbit is dead. If you don't eat it, it will be a waste of life." Lupin screamed, pointing at the rabbit on the ground.

Thorne reached out to the rabbit, took it in his hand, and handed it to Lupin.

"This way of flying, is it a new flying medium?" Lupin asked, looking at Thorne's soft and smooth silk robe.

"No, it's my own unique magic. I suggest you don't talk."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll be full by the time you get to Hogwarts." Thorne said as he sped up. Lupin, who couldn't figure out what he meant, was filled with wind.

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

This time, the glass in Dumbledore's office escaped. Thorne stopped abruptly less than a meter away from the window, but it was hard for Lupin in his hands. Under the force of the front and back, he felt his stomach churning... Fortunately, he didn't have breakfast.

Dumbledore opened the window and let the two in. Lupin sat on the ground, shook his head and looked up at Dumbledore. Looking at Thorne sitting on the windowsill, he finally sighed: "Every generation has its own genius... Don't you think so?"

"Uh-huh." Dumbledore nodded, took out a letter of appointment from the desk and handed it to Lupin.

"This is the appointment letter for the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. Sign it and the position will be yours."

Lupin's eyes were almost tearing when he saw the appointment letter, but he still suppressed his desire and shook his head.

"No, I'm not fit to be a professor in this condition."

"I have persuaded Severus to brew wolfsbane potion for you, so you don't have to worry about the werewolf problem." Dumbledore said.

".................Thank you for your kindness, but it's really not necessary."

Lupin remained unmoved.

"Just consider this as your help to me. I can't find a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor now."

"As long as you are willing to look for one, there will always be one. After all, most professors are not hurt, but are tripped up by other important things." Lupin shook his head.

"Don't you want to take another look at Harry?" Dumbledore asked.

"..................I'm too embarrassed to go."

"Look at you...how long have you not read the Daily Prophet?" Dumbledore took out a copy of the Daily Prophet from the drawer and handed it to Lupin.

The headline on it was that Sirius escaped from prison and was suspected of hunting down Harry Potter who was running away from home, and he was still not caught.

"You want me to protect Harry?" Lupin looked up at Dumbledore and asked.

"Can't you do this? "Dumbledore asked back.

Lupin decisively picked up the quill on the desk and signed his name on the letter of appointment, and the magic agreement took effect.

"By the way, there are some things I should tell you besides this." Dumbledore continued.

"What?"

"I have contacted Sirius, and he told me something different from the trial that year, that is, the secret keeper was changed, and Peter Pettigrew was the real betrayer."

"And Peter Pettigrew has now become a pet mouse who has lived in the Weasley family for more than ten years."

"As for Sirius, he is now fishing in the Black Lake... Do you want to meet him?" Dumbledore said, looking at the changes on Lupin's face.

And Lupin lived up to expectations, and after a long silence, he slowly said: "So...... I was deceived by you?"

Thorn, who was sitting on the windowsill, couldn't help but cover his face and was a little speechless.

"This honest man."