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"I'm...thirsty..."

Thorne lay on the bed, slowly regaining consciousness, and whispered softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small cup of water was placed on his lips...

The next moment...

He was choked.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough!" Thorne sat up from the bed and looked around, and found that this was his bedroom in the principal's office, and the one who just fed him water was a house elf he had never seen before.

"Is there any more water?" Thorne asked.

"Here!" The house elf said in a shrill voice, holding a cup of water in his hand.

"Thank you." Thorne took it and drank it all, then struggled to sit up from the bed. Although his head was still dizzy, he could still vaguely hear the sound outside the room.

It was like Dumbledore was arguing with someone.

He got off the bed and pushed open the bedroom door, looking at the people in the principal's office...

Dumbledore, Hermione, Harry, Hagrid.

"What are you talking about?" Thorne asked.

"You devil!" The moment Hagrid saw Thorne, he immediately picked up a pen holder from the table and threw it at him.

Thorne dodged it with a sudden dodge, and for the first time looked directly at the huge half-giant in front of him.

"Dumbledore, what's wrong with him?"

"Hmm... Hagrid likes all kinds of magical animals... He is... standing up for the unicorn." Dumbledore thought for a while and explained.

"Even if I wasn't there, that person would have killed the unicorn, but now... are you taking it out on me?" Thorne looked at Hagrid in front of him with cold eyes.

"No matter how you argue, you can't cover up the fact that you killed a unicorn and centaurs!" Hagrid said angrily.

"Go check the wizard law, giant. It's not illegal to kill centaurs and unicorns now... including giants... killing giants is not illegal either." Thorne said coldly.

"Thorne, talk less." Dumbledore comforted.

"Hmph." Thorne snorted coldly, looking around the principal's office, all the seats were full, so he simply sat in Dumbledore's seat. Anyway, he was sitting on the sofa, constantly comforting Hagrid.

"Those beautiful, shining creatures, and the wise centaurs... they just died like that." Hagrid was still sitting on the sofa, covering his face, tears leaking from his fingers, and said painfully.

"Hmph, those centaurs deserved to die. To put it nicely, they are called human beings, and to put it bluntly, they are beasts. Now they dare to compete with wizards for survival... Hehe..." Thorne sneered and said sarcastically.

"Thorne." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"OK." He waved his hand to signal himself to shut up.

Just like that, Dumbledore coaxed Hagrid like a child, and he didn't know how long it took to coax him to calm him down. Then he sighed and looked at Hermione and Harry who were standing in the principal's office full of embarrassment. After thinking about it, he turned his attention to Thorne.

"Thorne, do you know who the man in black was at that time?" Dumbledore said with a blink of his eyes.

"Two-faced man, he has two faces, calling himself Voldemort."

"Your Highness!" Hermione screamed.

"What's wrong? Voldemort... he..." Harry said puzzledly before he could react.

"Voldemort... is the Voldemort who killed your parents." Thorne answered.

Harry fell silent in an instant.

"Voldemort... I know he's not dead." Dumbledore said faintly.

"Hmm..." Thorne echoed.

"By the way, since the man in black is the Mysterious Man... why didn't he hurt Thorne?" Hermione asked.

"Who knows... maybe because Thorne is a pure blood, or maybe because of something else." Dumbledore said casually.

"Anyway... Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, please keep today's events confidential, okay?" Finally, Dumbledore saw that the emotions were almost exaggerated, and made a decision.

"No problem." Harry nodded, and Hermione on the side said: "Thorne...Are you a good person?"

"What do you mean?" Thorne asked in confusion.

"Harry! You say!" Hermione suddenly said to Harry.

"OK...A book I borrowed from the library was confiscated by Professor Snape...After that, I went to Professor Snape's office and heard Professor Snape say...Three-headed dog Fluffy and other things are in the corridor on the fourth floor."

"We deduced that what is hidden there should be...Sorcerer's Stone, right?" Harry asked.

"Well... guessed right." Dumbledore nodded and motioned Harry to continue.

"We suspect Snape wants to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and I heard that Thorne also knows about that level, so we suspect Snape and Thorne are in the same group, they want to steal the Sorcerer's Stone." Harry said.

"You also know Fluffy, why aren't you the prisoner who helped steal the Sorcerer's Stone?" Thorne asked back.

"The key is not whether you know Fluffy, the key is that Snape told you about it! Snape can't tell irrelevant people about his plan to steal the Sorcerer's Stone!" Harry argued.

"Hmm... why do you think Snape is the one who stole the Sorcerer's Stone? Because he treats you badly in class? Often deducts points from Gryffindor?"

"There is a wound on his calf, which was bitten by Fluffy. I heard it with my own eyes and ears!" Harry said.

"What can this prove? Forget it, why am I so childish all of a sudden, I'm actually arguing with you here, anyway, you can think whatever you want, just don't bother me. "Thorn said, and he just sat in the chair and planned to take a break.

"Who is the mysterious man? You said the mysterious man is a two-faced man, so who is his other face?" Harry asked.

"It's Snape."

Harry's face suddenly turned red.

"No, I'm kidding, I haven't seen his other face." Thorne spread his hands and said, which made Harry very angry.

"Then I'll ask a question too... Thorne, what is your relationship with the mysterious man? Are you... are you, a dark wizard?" Hermione came out at this time and asked.

"No. I have been with Voldemort for no more than three hours in total." Thorne said, and at the same time thought quietly in his heart [Voldemort is Voldemort, Quirrell is Quirrell, the two cannot be confused.]

"That's good. Hermione said with a sigh of relief.