The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Really?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"Can I lie to you? As for not writing to you, it's mainly because of Dumbledore. I've been running around with him all holiday, and I really don't have time. You will understand me, right?" Thorne said to comfort her.

"He took you with him for the whole holiday? Did you learn a lot of magic?" Hermione's focus was a little weird.

"That's it. What's wrong?" Thorne said casually.

"... No, nothing, I'll leave first, I still have to help people find toads." Hermione left here quickly.

"What's the situation?"

Thorne opened the door of the carriage with a lot of doubts, and looked at Draco who was looking at him with his mouth closed and angry, and quickly let go of his mouth.

"Come out... No, you two get out!" Draco roared.

Not long after, Crabbe and Goyle walked out of the carriage with their clothes full of snacks, leaving a private space for the two.

"What's wrong?"

"That was a mudblood just now? And he looked like your friend?" Draco said.

"Sometimes you have a foul mouth. Do you think swearing can show your aristocratic upbringing? Or did Aunt Narcissa teach you that? It shouldn't be, she's so elegant?" Thorne retorted with half-moon eyes.

"Don't change the subject. How can you make friends with that kind of person? The kind of person with impure blood?" Draco was still a child after all, and swallowed his dirty words after being provoked by Thorne.

"Is there a problem?" Thorne asked.

"It's a big problem! You are pure blood! She is a Muggle wizard!" Draco exclaimed.

"Come on, there are no real pure blood wizards these days. The Black family is not, and the Malfoy family is not either. No, maybe there are. Crabbe and Goyle may be. I think those two guys look like idiots born from inbreeding." Thorne said.

"What crazy talk are you talking about?"

"This is true, otherwise how many pure-blood wizards were there in the beginning in Britain? How many are there now? If all the pure-blood families digested themselves without fresh blood, our wizards would have become a group of ugly, low-IQ morons long ago." Thorne began to speak.

"What do you mean?" Draco couldn't understand why without fresh blood joining, they would become like that if they digested themselves.

"Do you know the Gaunt family? It's a surname derived from Slytherin." Thorne also knew that it would be difficult to explain the theory to Draco, so he decided to tell him something he should have known.

"I know this, it is said that the surname of the mysterious man is Gaunt." Draco nodded and said.

"Yes, they are pure-blooded people in the true sense, extreme pure-blooded people, more extreme and purer than anyone else. In order to preserve their ability to speak Parseltongue, they have always married close relatives."

"And then?"

"Then the last generation of the Gaunt family, the patriarch was a crazy and irrational old man, his daughter was a Squib with no magic power and extremely ugly appearance, and his son was a drunkard who had weak magic power and a simple mind. Until a half-blood descendant of the Gaunt family couldn't stand it anymore and sent the son to Azkaban."

"The Gaunt family also has half-bloods?" Draco's focus was very strange.

"...Yes, it's the mysterious man you mentioned, born from the daughter of the Gaunt family and a Muggle named Tom Riddle." Thorne explained.

"Impossible! He is the biggest pure-blooded person! How could he be a half-blood?" Draco said in confusion.

"Because as long as he said that, there would be people who would help him. He used the name of Slytherin's descendant to kidnap some pure-blood families, and then fell to the ground... woo woo woo" Thorne was interrupted by Draco halfway through his words.

"Don't say that name!" Draco said seriously.

"OKOK. You-Know-Who, then You-Know-Who began to spread the so-called pure-blood ideology in school."

"Until he graduated, he made a few magical transformations and came back strongly. He directly established the Death Eaters and started terrorist attacks in the magical world. He wanted to kill all the Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards. Do you think this is possible? Does this make sense?"

"What do you want to say?"

"......What I want to say is that the pure-blood leader You-Know-Who is a half-blood himself. Why do you take the so-called pure-blood title so seriously? The Black family often married half-blood wizards before, and the Malfoy family even had a Muggle title. Your ancestors also pursued the Queen of England."

"When You-Know-Who was alive, he kept talking about pure blood because it could bring him real benefits. Now he keeps talking about pure blood, which is a bit stupid."

After Thorne finished speaking, he took out a small water bottle from his pocket and moistened his throat, waiting for Draco's response.

"Where do you know all this?" Draco asked faintly.

"Want to know?" Thorne leaned forward and whispered.

"Yeah."

"There is a meditation basin in Dumbledore's office, and there is a cabinet behind the meditation basin, which contains all his memories. I have been idle in Hogwarts for some time, and I have slowly read through these memories." Thorne whispered.

"So that's it..." Draco nodded in understanding.

"Well, you think about it slowly, I'll go out for some fresh air." Thorne breathed a sigh of relief and planned to go out for a walk.

"You don't want to meet that Muggle-born named Hermione, do you?" Draco asked faintly.

"Oh my God, what new words have you come up with for me? And even if I really go to find her, what's wrong? "Thorne was speechless. He really just wanted to go out for a stroll, and it would be best if he could get some fresh air at the connection between the carriages.

"I still can't understand..."

"If you can't understand, I'll tell you another day."

"Hey! Thorne."

"Thorne."

When he walked out of the carriage, he saw Goyle and Crabbe, who had just returned, and greeted Thorne warmly.

"Uh-huh, hello." Thorne then said and walked towards the end of the carriage.

It's cool here, and the scenery...

"There's such a large farmland on this small island in England?"

Thorne leaned on the railing and smacked his lips in admiration.

"That little wizard over there! The position you're leaning on is very dangerous!" A voice sounded from behind.

Thorne looked back and saw a wizard in a Slytherin wizard robe walking over.

"This railing has been in disrepair for a long time. It will shake if you touch it lightly, and you're already doing it a disservice by leaning on it like this. "He pushed the railing and it made a creaking sound.

"Wow, thank you, you are." Thorne asked.

"Albert Tagore, Slytherin's prefect, as for you, I know you, or most of the Slytherins know you, the last of the Black family, I wish you a happy life in Hogwarts." After saying that, Albert left, as if he came here just to talk to Thorne.