The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Really, thank you." Thorne took the slice and inserted it into the ankle of the corpse, then took out his wand and strands of blood flowed out of it, linking the slices of the corpse into a whole.

"Do you remember her name?" Hermione asked.

"What's her name... I don't know, she really didn't tell me." Thorne waved his wand and let the corpse under his feet float behind him, and walked out of the laboratory.

"Granger, why do you seem to know a lot?" Draco looked at Hermione with strange eyes.

"Go ask Dumbledore, Thorne, he copied your memory." Hermione said behind Thorne.

"Just look at it, it's not a secret anyway, but what are you doing here?" Thorne asked as he walked.

"Dumbledore asked me to come, and he showed me this memory." Hermione replied.

"Why did he ask you to come? Help dig a hole?" Draco rolled his eyes and said sarcastically.

"He was afraid that Thorne might be upset, so he asked me to come and comfort him." Hermione said speechlessly.

"What can you comfort?" Draco said with a curled lip.

"Let him know that there are people waiting for him in Hogwarts. For that person's sake, don't be upset or take revenge on society!" Hermione resisted the urge to take out her wand and hit Draco hard, and said as calmly as possible.

As Hermione spoke, she picked up a small branch from the ground, and with the waving of the wand, it became a shovel, and she and Thorne, who was about to dig a hole, shoveled the soil together.

"Why not use magic?" Draco asked.

"Well... just think of it as me doing some useless rituals." Thorne replied.

"Okay." Draco shrugged and walked towards the woods not far away. Not long after, a rough coffin floated behind him and walked out.

Seeing this, Thorne waved his hand and put the girl's body in and closed the lid.

"Didn't she have anything when she was alive? Maybe I can keep her company." Hermione straightened up and wiped the sweat off her face.

"She only had one set of white clothes that was hers... but it was destroyed during her last experiment. I don't know where it was thrown or incinerated." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Okay.............."

Draco didn't know what he had transformed into a shovel, and walked up to dig with a few people. Before long, a deep pit that could accommodate a coffin was freshly baked.

"I'll go find another tombstone." Hermione said, looking up and searching.

"Don't even have a name." Thorne shook his head, waved his hand to put the coffin down, and then picked up a shovel and threw a shovel of soil down.

In the dark night, a funeral that could not be called a funeral ended just like that. There were no flowers, no tombstones, no priests, no family members, and even no eulogies. It ended so hastily.

"Are we going back now?" Hermione asked.

"Go back, it's getting late."

After returning to Hogwarts, Thorne did not go back to the dormitory to sleep, but came to the principal's office and gave Dumbledore a middle finger.

"I was afraid that you would get stuck in a dead end, so I asked Hermione to comfort you and let you know the beauty of the future instead of immersing yourself in the sorrow of the past." Dumbledore looked at the middle finger and explained quickly.

"That's why I didn't say much." Thorne replied.

"Yeah...you didn't say much." Dumbledore nodded and said faintly.

At this time, Thorne found that Dumbledore was a little different. He didn't wear his silver-wire half-moon glasses, but a plastic-textured, funhouse mirror that looked like a child's toy.

"What...style is this?"

"These glasses? Just trying a new style." Dumbledore replied.

"Okay...what about the book you read?" Thorne asked.

"This one?" Dumbledore turned the book over and looked at the cover of "Soul Parasitism and Symbiosis".

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked.

"............Nothing, I'll sleep here for one night." Thorne shook his head and returned to his bedroom, covered his whole body and head with the quilt and fell asleep.

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

"Get up! Someone is waiting for you!"

Another ethereal and gentle female voice sounded in Thorne's mind, making him sit up from the bed with a start, and the whole person couldn't stop breathing heavily.

"Why is it that voice again? What's going on?" Thorne complained after taking two breathsand walked out.

"What are you talking about?" Dumbledore asked.

"Nothing, I was dreaming." Thorne shook his head and said.

"Dream.............Tell me about it." Dumbledore said.

"That's right, I dreamed of a woman telling me to get up and someone was waiting for me, and then I woke up." Thorne replied.

"Is that so...has it happened before?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, it has happened before, and it was also a woman who told me.........something...the operation was successful, and I am now a girl." Thorne complained with a bitter face.

"When?"

"During the period of hemolysis pain, why are you asking this?" Thorne replied.

"Nothing, just a little curious, by the way, remember to drink the potion that Severus gave you." Dumbledore said.

"Got it. I'm going to class." Thorne shook his head, cast a cleansing spell on himself, and left the principal's office. Dumbledore leaned on his chair and pondered for a long time, and finally waved to Fox.

Nurmengard...!

After a burst of fire, Dumbledore appeared under the tower of Nurmengard, and a figure was standing behind the window at the top of the tower, as if he had known that he would come.

Seeing this, Dumbledore walked up directly.

"How long have you not been here?" Grindelwald asked faintly while sitting on a chair with his legs crossed.

"It seems that he has improved your life quite well." Dumbledore did not answer, but looked around the room and nodded.

"If you don't say anything, you can leave... I just packed my luggage and plan to go to Hawaii." Grindelwald said faintly.

"You don't even pretend now..."

"Still not talking?"

"About soul symbiosis, I remember you once studied it."