The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Grade 7.................................

Thorne sat in the principal's office.

"Hello, Nawei, I never thought I would receive your application to stay in school." Thorne looked at Nawei sitting opposite him. Perhaps because his parents had recovered, Nawei had also regained some of the self-confidence that young people should have in the past few years.

"Yes, to be honest, I think I have some talent for herbology. My mother is right. If you don't want to waste this talent that tends to theoretical experiments, then being a professor at Hogwarts is the best choice." Nawei replied.

"I don't doubt your talent for herbology at all. Dumbledore is not here today, so I made my own decision... By the way, remember to keep it a secret. I don't want those students who want to stay in school to trample the threshold of the principal's office flat." Thorne half-jokingly stamped Nawei's application to stay in school to teach.

"That's great... If possible, I really hope that Hogwarts will never graduate." Thorne couldn't help but sigh as he looked at Nawei who was about to leave.

"Who would want to graduate from a school like Hogwarts?" Nawei agreed.

"That's right." Thorne also stood up and stretched.

After returning to the dormitory, he ate the special meal prepared by the elf for the reserve principal, while chatting with Draco.

"What I want to say is...........um...........if I want to stay in school to teach, will you agree?" Draco asked.

"Isn't your dream to travel around the world with Astoria while you are young?" Thorne said while eating.

"This is the last year, and I am a little reluctant to leave Hogwarts." Draco shrugged and said.

"If you want to come back after a few years outside, I will agree, but the premise is that I will be the principal by then, and more importantly, there may not be a position at that time, maybe you have to start as an assistant teacher." Thorne replied.

"If you really want to be an assistant teacher, I'd better go back and travel honestly." Draco said with a bitter face.

"Yeah, Uncle Lucius is strong and healthy. Maybe a hundred years later you will still exclaim, how can there be a 117-year-old young master in the world!" Thorne teased.

"That's hard to say." Draco shrugged.

"Hmm." Thorne nodded, finished the last bite of food, brushed his teeth, washed up, and covered himself with the quilt.

"I'm really exhausted today."

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This day...................................

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Granger." Thorne, wearing a suit that couldn't be more formal, shook hands with Mr. Granger, but for some reason, he was nervous... very nervous, for no reason.

"Relax, go in first." Mr. Granger patted Thorne on the back and said comfortingly.

"OK, OK." Thorne said and walked into the house, and Hermione, who was hugging her shoulders behind him, sighed. After all... it was too lame.

"If you only have one percent of the courage to kill Voldemort to deal with my father, is he scarier than Voldemort?" Hermione followed Thorne quietly and whispered.

"...........Theoretically...........Uncle is scarier." Thorne turned around and whispered.

"Oh my God, you're on your own. I'll go to the second floor... Forget it, I'll go to the kitchen. I can just listen to what you two are saying." Hermione rolled her eyes and quickened her pace. She went straight to the kitchen and stood next to Mrs. Granger, listening quietly.

"Thorne... Black... Thinking back to the first time I saw you, I was holding a gun. At that time, you were not as nervous as you are now when facing the muzzle of a gun." Mr. Granger said quietly as he sat opposite Thorne.

"...........Are you telling the truth?" Thorne asked.

"Uh-huh." Mr. Granger nodded.

"Compared to you, I prefer to face the muzzle of a gun. At least they just hurt, not anything else." Thorne replied.

"I have several friends who have daughters. Some of their daughters found a gangster who didn't have a good job. The others were promising young people. What's strange is that the gangster saw his father-in-law.trembled when they met, but the promising young man did speak generously when he saw his father-in-law.

"Logically speaking, you should also be a promising young man, but why is your reaction different?" Mr. Granger asked.

"Ours is purely a free love, not the kind of marriage arranged by their parents with no room for maneuver. You ask these questions." Hermione poked her head out of the kitchen and said speechlessly.

"Ah, this...................." Thorne looked at the father and daughter quarreling with some embarrassment.

"In recent years, I have also listened to Hermione talk about some things in the wizarding world. I heard that your Black family should be a family that extremely advocates so-called pure blood. Why are you and Hermione together now?" Mr. Granger asked again.

"The Black family used to be a pure-blood family, but since an old witch who advocated pure blood died unexpectedly, the Black family no longer cares about these things. For example, I am a half-blood." Thorne explained quickly.

"Don't you have relatives who advocate so-called pure blood? "Mr. Granger continued.

"No, there was a war in the wizarding world before, and those guys who were extremely devoted to pure blood were purged. Now the view of ordinary people has changed. Ordinary people are just wizards who can't do magic, and wizards are just ordinary people who can do magic." Thorne explained.

"Is that so." Mr. Granger nodded.

"Then, do you mind telling me how you two got together?" Mr. Granger asked again.

"Huh? ? ?" Hermione suddenly stiffened all over.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Granger asked in a low voice.

"Uh... I pursued him, which is very embarrassing. Forget it, Thorne shouldn't be so straightforward..."

"She pursued me."

Hermione was about to break down.