The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

The two bowed to each other, and then there was some silence on the field. In the last round, Draco kept touching his mouth and was full of embarrassment. This time it was Thorne's turn to be embarrassed.

"Well... Girls are thin-skinned, should I hold back?"

"No, just use your strongest means to attack, I'll see if I can catch it!" Hermione said seriously.

As the two were talking, Harry on the other side was pressed to the ground by Cedric, and then he was pushed off the platform with a light wand, and was caught steadily by Ron who was accompanying him.

Seeing this scene, Thorne's resentment in his heart became stronger, that is, that Draco who ate and ate too much!

Hearing Hermione's request not to hold back, he also decided to give Hermione some tricks. First of all, this is a normal competition, and he must not die in front of her.

However, too childish spells can easily be said to be disrespectful to her. In this case, just use a shallow Divine Edge Shadowless.

The next moment, Thorne gently waved his wand, and a white light like a crescent moon flew towards Hermione.

Snape, who was acting as a judge on the stage, did not realize until now what had just flown over. It was the shadowless God!

He quickly looked towards Hermione, hoping that her head was still connected to her neck.

Fortunately, the attack did not hit Hermione's neck, but her limbs and other parts were not lost.

"Huh... Fortunately, fortunately, it missed." Snape murmured with a sigh of relief.

The next moment, Hermione looked down at the white shirt she was wearing, which suddenly turned red for some reason, and then she vomited blood in a daze.

Plop!

Snape, who had experienced many storms, walked over expressionlessly, took out his wand and began to cast a counter-curse on Hermione.

On the other side, Thorne was deeply moved by Hermione's iron will. She was hit through the chest by the shadowless sword, but she didn't say anything. What kind of perseverance is this? What kind of spirit?

After sighing, he also walked to Hermione's side, looking at Hermione who was gradually recovering and gave her an encouraging look.

"What do you mean by this look?" Snape said curiously after seeing it.

"Look at her, she is like this, silent, isn't she worthy of encouragement?" Thorne said.

"..................." Snape finally decided to tell the truth after a long silence: "Just now, her throat was blocked by a mouthful of blood, so she couldn't speak."

"........." Thorne was silent for a moment and slowly stood up.

"Well, there is still a game waiting for me, I'll go first." Thorne walked towards Professor Flitwick's duel stage with a little embarrassment.

"Cedric Diggory, Thorne Black, please bow to each other." Professor Flitwick shouted in a shrill voice.

"Please teach me." Cedric looked at the second-year wizard in front of him and clenched his wand tightly, and said in a serious tone.

"Please teach me." Thorne responded after bowing.

"Expelliarmus!" Cedric took the lead, and Thorne dodged the spell by slightly turning sideways. As for why he didn't choose to use magic to directly knock the spell away.

First, it's lunch time now, and the knock-away spell is easy to hit the food on the table. Second, Cedric is quite polite. He should return the favor and not let others lose so badly.

After Cedric cast a disarming spell, he took advantage of Thorne's dodge and quickly put on several layers of armor spells for himself, and then observed Thorne's every move.

The latter nodded imperceptibly as he looked at Cedric wearing so many shields. At least there should be no one stronger than Cedric in this arena, but of course it is not necessarily the case, such as those wizards of six or seven years old who did not participate in the competition.

Thorne tapped his wand twice, and three blood-red light spots flew towards Cedric one in front and two behind. With three bangs, three armor spells were shattered. Just when Thorne was about to throw Cedric down again, Dumbledore, who was sitting in the professor's seat, suddenly stood up.

"Thorne! Something happened!" Dumbledore stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Seeing this, Thorne decisively put away his wand, jumped off the platform and chased after Dumbledore, leaving Professor Flitwick, the referee, and Cedric standing there awkwardly.

"............ Cedric, victory!" Professor Flitwick finally shouted loudly, but the young wizards in the auditorium did not react, obviously having different views on this result.

Including Cedric.

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

On the other side, in the corridor, Thorne is followingBehind Dumbledore, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Just now, the copy of Tom's notebook showed words. It's a snake king, or a basilisk. Anyone who sees his eyes will die immediately." Dumbledore said with a livid face.

"Where is Lockhart now?" Thorne asked.

"Still in his office. We have to follow them now and find the basilisk hidden in the dark corner of Hogwarts." Dumbledore said and quickened his pace.

"Slytherin Chamber of Secrets?"

"Yes... don't make a sound." Dumbledore whispered, took out the Elder Wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm on both of them, hiding next to Lockhart's office.

Not long after, Lockhart timidly pushed open the door of his office, still holding the notebook in his hand, and walked towards the third floor with a pale face.

Seeing this, Thorne and Dumbledore hurriedly followed him. Slowly, Lockhart walked towards an abandoned women's bathroom, and the two followed him.

The ghost Myrtle in the bathroom watched Lockhart rush in, and suddenly got out of the toilet and screamed at Lockhart.

The latter took out his wand and waved it twice, and with the obscure spell, he pressed Myrtle back into the toilet.

Seeing this, Thorne raised his eyebrows. It seems that Voldemort is really a responsible and good teacher. It has only been a short time since Lockhart got this notebook. It is impressive.

And Dumbledore stared at Lockhart's movements. He saw him open the notebook and put it next to a faucet with a snake pattern. The notebook slowly made a sharp hissing sound.

Slowly, the faucet, the entire wall and the pool began to slowly break, and they gathered into a huge garden door in a regular and rhythmic manner, and behind the door was a bottomless pipe.

Lockhart looked inside, swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and jumped down suddenly.