The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

. "Hagrid...Hagrid...You give Hagrid a job, that's fine, but I don't understand why you are so...indulgent to him! From the giant spider when he was in school, to the three-headed dog, now he dares to hatch a dragon in his hut. I think you should give him a good beating. If you let him go like this, something bad will happen!"

In Dumbledore's office, Professor Snape was constantly complaining about Hagrid's faults.

"You don't understand. Anyone who is loyal to me is precious now. I need Hagrid to devote everything to me when necessary." Dumbledore explained.

"Are there not enough people who devote themselves to you?" Snape sneered.

"Of course the more the better, and I have a plan that needs to be carried out around this dragon." Dumbledore said.

"What?" Snape asked.

"Let Harry get in touch with the dark side of the magic world. We can't let him soak in the honey pot and push him directly in front of Tom. This requires a gradual process." Dumbledore explained.

"What do you think?" Snape asked.

"It's a rough plan. This time I decided to let him face a little danger alone." Dumbledore said.

"............" Snape fell silent, and then he suddenly said to Dumbledore: "Hagrid... He is really getting more and more lawless. He actually raised a bat?"

"What?" Dumbledore said in surprise.

"Look back." Snape said.

Dumbledore turned his head curiously, and then saw a gray silk flying towards him quickly. He didn't have time to react. The gray silk hit the French window of the principal's office, followed by himself, the desk, the confused Snape, and the wall of the principal's office.

As the flying ashes dispersed, Dumbledore and Snape finally saw the true face of the gray silk.

"...........Mr. Black........I need an explanation!" Snape said while gritting his teeth as he looked at Thorne, who was dizzy and collapsed on him and Dumbledore.

"Uh... I have used flesh and blood magic to fuse the Voldemort recently, but I... I am a little out of control... Can anyone help me?" Thorne said with a grin in pain.

Snape's mouth twitched. At this time, there was an old man and a child in the office, and he was the only middle-aged man...

In the end, Snape helped Thorne and Dumbledore up with a gloomy face.

"My waist... Severus, I may need some bone spirit." Dumbledore took out his wand and fixed the office, then sat on the chair and said breathlessly.

"The dean... the principal will not be sent away by me in this way, right?" Thorne asked quietly beside Snape.

"He has been a scourge for thousands of years, and his life is so hard that you can't imagine." Snape sneered and walked out of the office, leaving only Thorne and Dumbledore.

"Ah... It seems that he likes you very much." Dumbledore said with a grin.

"It's OK. He taught me the fire shield and helped me hunt Voldemorts. I can fly like Voldemorts in the future. Unfortunately, I was too fast at the beginning and couldn't control the speed." Thorne replied.

"That's good... How did you convince him?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Didn't I use the time converter to make a bottle of love potion?"

Dumbledore: "...???????"

"But that's not the point. I think it may be that he likes my personality, and I paid for his life to improve it." Thorne explained.

"Okay... The letter was delivered, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well, but I'm a little curious, what did you write to him? He was cold at first, but after he read your letter, he smiled, two or three sentences at a time, haha, did you write him a love letter?" Thorne asked.

"If you have nothing to do, you can go back to the dormitory." Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly.

"Did I get it right?"

"Get out!"

Thorn, who was thrown out by a magic, stuck out his tongue at the statue at the door of the principal's office. He had worked so hard to survive the hands of Grindelwald, who ate children, and finally came back alive, but he couldn't even gossip. There is no human rights.

"I'm doing you a favor, but I'm a dog!" He turned around and said viciously.

After returning to his dormitory, he was surprised to find a small pile of gift boxes at the end of his bed. He just remembered that Christmas had passed, and he hadn't sent out any gifts... In fact, he didn't even send out the next gift.I didn't prepare anything!

"What a trouble!" Thorne murmured as he sat directly on the carpet and began to unpack the gifts. To be honest, this feeling was more enjoyable than unpacking a package, because you didn't know what you would unpack, which gave people a strange sense of excitement.

There weren't many gifts, just Draco and his three friends, the old Malfoy couple, and Dumbledore.

"Eh? Who sent this gift?" He squatted down and turned out a small blue box that was pressed at the bottom. The note with the name on it seemed to have been accidentally blown away by the waiter. After opening it, he found that there was an exquisite silver-green brooch inside, with silver leaves wrapped around a green snake head, which looked very Slytherin.

He put it on his chest and looked in the mirror.

"It's a bit too beautiful." Thorne murmured.

After admiring himself in front of the mirror, he sat down and began to unpack other gifts. Draco gave a magic notebook that could copy text, Gower and Crabbe gave a lot of snacks, and Dumbledore gave... a pair of wool socks.

"Damn... Damn, Damn, Damn, how should I return the gift?" Thorne struggled in a decadent manner. He just hated this kind of gift-giving process. Returning a gift would consume a lot of brain cells.

After thinking for a long time, Thorne finally remembered what could be used as a gift. He packed up the remaining Voldemort fragments and sent them to the Malfoys, and sent a large bag of snacks to Draco and the other two, and finally Dumbledore...

Thorne decided to omit his return gift. After all, he couldn't really send a pair of wool socks... Hey...

He suddenly had an idea. The moment this idea came to his mind, he rushed out of the dormitory and rushed to the infirmary. He asked Madam Pomfrey for a glass of bone spirit and packed it and sent it to him by owl. Although he might have drunk it, he was an old man with osteoporosis, so it was better to be prepared.