The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Soul symbiosis? Who?" Grindelwald looked up at Dumbledore in surprise.

"Thorne Black. I just have this speculation." Dumbledore replied.

"...... Tell me about it."

"Let's take a look at this memory first. I always feel that the girl in it is not simply dead, but symbiotic with Thorne's soul. But how did an eleven-year-old wizard and a fifteen-year-old wizard do it?" Dumbledore threw the small bottle containing the memory to Grindelwald and said.

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

"Maybe this is the girl's special talent." Grindelwald returned the memory bottle to Dumbledore after checking the memory.

"This is not common sense." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Any other evidence besides this?" Grindelwald asked.

"I recently got an interesting pair of glasses. Through them, I saw that Thorne's soul would become unstable whenever he was weak. This is a manifestation of soul symbiosis."

"And he told me that he heard two strange voices, female voices, and both were when he was very weak. One was the pain of hemolysis, and the other was just now. So I suspect that the girl is not completely dead, but is actively or passively parasitic in Thorne's soul." Dumbledore replied.

"What do you think?" Grindelwald asked.

"I don't know how much influence this soul has on Thorne. If that soul does not pose a threat to him, it will be completely integrated after a period of time. The child is actually quite lonely in his heart. Having such a soul is also a good choice for him." Dumbledore said.

"I may be able to help you..."

"Then you need..."

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

Mr. Thorne, who was busy with two classes, finally decided to come to the auditorium to solve the problem of lunch, and Hermione appeared behind Thorne like a ghost for some reason.

"Hey!" She patted Thorne's shoulder, and the latter almost summoned his wand to hit her hard. Fortunately, he saw the person coming and didn't go to Azkaban.

"Shocked, what's the matter?" Thorne asked.

"Nothing, Nick's death anniversary is tomorrow night, let me remind you, don't forget, I'll wait for you in the corridor on the first floor." Hermione said.

"So soon, okay."

"......" The air was silent for a while, Hermione looked at Draco who was shining alone on the side and asked symbolically in the politeness of not tearing the face: "What about you? Are you going?"

Originally, she planned to leave directly after hearing the news of Draco's refusal, but it didn't go as she wished.

"Go! Why not?"

".................." Hermione was silent for a while, she really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and then slap herself crazily in that place where no one was, why talk too much! Why talk too much!

"............Okay, tomorrow night, go to the classroom at the end of the corridor on the left side of the basement." Hermione said dryly with dead fish eyes.

"No need to tell me where you are, aren't you waiting in the corridor on the first floor? We can just follow you." Draco said with an evil yellow-haired look and a smile.

"............It's different. Ghost banquets always have some special traditions, such as you go first and we catch up later." Hermione sighed and began to make up lies.

"Do I look like a fool?" Draco complained.

"It's settled. I'll wait for you in the corridor on the first floor tomorrow night, Thorne... and don't stand me up!" Hermione ignored Draco directly, waved to Thorne and walked towards the direction of Gryffindor Tower.

Thorne, who had not yet warmed up his sofa in the Slytherin lounge, was called away by a thousand paper cranes that flew from nowhere and came to the principal's office.

"What did you call me for, Dumbledore?" Thorne pushed the door and walked in and asked.

"Have you drunk the potion that Severus gave you?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, I don't even know what it's for." Thorne shook his head.

"That's a good thing. It can permanently increase your magic limit. Drink it." Dumbledore didn't know when he changed his glasses to the fancy glasses he wore yesterday, and stared at Thorne with his eyes narrowed.

"No side effects?" Thorne took out the potion and asked.

"Of course not."

"I always feel that you are hiding something from me."Thorne said as he took out the potion and took a sip. He felt weak in an instant, as if a large part of his magic power was missing out of thin air.

"This is normal. Your magic power is not reduced, but your magic power limit has increased." Dumbledore said while observing Thorne carefully.

Thorne nodded, took a deep breath and drank the potion. He immediately felt a sense of emptiness. The comfortable feeling of full magic power was replaced by an indescribable hunger.

".............." Dumbledore looked at him and took out another bottle of magic potion from under the desk.

"What is this?"

"Potion to help you quickly restore your magic power."

Thorne took the potion and drank it in three or two gulps, and Dumbledore nodded.

"Looking at the situation, it will be about half a year." He murmured subconsciously.

"What are you mumbling about?" Thorne asked in surprise.

"Nothing, is there anything else? "

"I should ask you that."

"I'm fine."

"Then I'll go." Thorne said, no longer thinking about Dumbledore's confusing behavior today, and left the principal's office directly.

Until the next day, in the evening............

Thorne finally couldn't bear to let Draco go to the Deathday alone in the basement corridor, so he waited for Hermione with him in the corridor on the first floor.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm late. I promised to wait for you... Mr. Malfoy? What are you doing..." Hermione ran towards here while tidying her hair from a distance. She didn't look at Draco, who shouldn't be here, until she stood firm. She immediately put on a quality face and started to be sarcastic.

"Maybe it's because this corridor is the property of Hogwarts, not someone's private territory. Anyone has the right to step on the floor here." Draco said tit for tat.

"Here we go again..."

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