The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Since the day Dumbledore kicked Thorne down the pipe, Hogwarts has been very peaceful. The professors conducted experiments and taught peacefully, and the young wizards studied and ate peacefully.

There were also a few couples that Thorne didn't want to talk about, who were calm and shameless in the corners of Hogwarts.

Until this day.

Draco pulled Thorne out of bed and dragged him all the way to the school's auditorium.

A stone statue with braids stood there quietly.

"Hannah Abbott?" Thorne frowned and murmured.

"That's it, the Abbott family is a pure-blood family... but now he has been attacked, just like the last time the heir of Slytherin used the same method." Draco stood aside and explained in a low voice.

"Yeah... it's a big deal." Thorne nodded, and glanced at Dumbledore standing opposite the statue with his peripheral vision, his eyes were terribly cold.

"Everyone, please go away! Madam Pomfrey, please send Ms. Abbott to the infirmary. The prefects will organize you to drink. Students of the academy should return to your lounge. If it is not necessary, do not wander around the campus in the next period of time. As for students who love night tours, we usually turn a blind eye, but now... you don't want to turn yourself into a stone statue."

Dumbledore began to drive people away, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Mr. Black, come with me."

"OK." Thorne shrugged and followed Dumbledore's figure, which made Draco a little embarrassed.

"Did he forget to wear shoes?"

"Things are a bit unexpected..." Dumbledore said as he walked towards the principal's office.

"Aren't you ready? How did he escape? Will the portrait die?" Thorne asked.

"It may not be related to the portrait... It may be the Confusion Spell... I should have thought of it." Dumbledore murmured.

"Do you want to continue? What's the point of raising Gu in school? Or do you think Harry Potter's reputation is more important than the lives of students?" Thorne frowned.

"I'm thinking... I've been thinking since you entered the second grade." Dumbledore suddenly said without thinking.

"Hmm?"

"Why do you think Harry can beat Tom?" Dumbledore asked.

"You seemed to say something before, the magic of love? What's wrong?"

"Yes, the magic of love is the magic cast by Lily Potter, so Harry does not have the magic level to defeat Voldemort. Perhaps due to fate, illusory prophecies, and various coincidences, Harry may have killed Voldemort in the end, but is that Harry's power?"

"The prophecy says that Harry can kill Voldemort, but can Harry kill you?" Dumbledore said as an example.

"If he comes to me, it's one to nine."

"..........Who's one, who's nine?"

"One second for me, nine for him." Thorne explained.

"That's it. This kind of fate pushing the event to happen is not Harry's real power. I admit that with Harry's talent, he will become a very powerful wizard, but it is not enough. What the wizarding world needs is a legendary wizard who can make wizards and Muggles communicate on an equal footing."

"Instead of one day, the Statute of Secrecy is completely broken, and wizards are exposed to the eyes of Muggles. There are no wizards like me, Grindelwald, and Tom who are strong enough to support the entire wizarding world. It is the fate of wizards to be completely turned into ashes by Muggles with a few missiles at will."

"Just those idiots from pure-blood families, they don't know who to cast the Muggle Expulsion Curse, Confusion Curse, and Imperius Curse on them, and they really think that casting a curse on the Prime Minister of Yingguo can paralyze the Muggle world. That A bunch of idiots."

"As for Fiendfyre, they play very well, but wizards born in Muggle society are not weaker than them. On the contrary, most of the powerful wizards in recent years have Muggle blood............If the war really breaks out, do you think those Muggle wizards in Hogwarts who are insulted and bullied by the so-called pure-blood wizards will help their parents, relatives and friends, or their enemies?"

Thorne rolled his eyes and said, "You said it yourself, parents and enemies, so you don't need to ask me."

"Yeah............."

"And you are a little pessimistic. Aren't you still alive now?"

"I am more than a hundred years old. I am too old. Maybe Minerva and Severus can still hold on for a while, but it will only be a"It's just a period of time." Dumbledore sighed.

"Hmm............." Thorne was emo by Dumbledore's pessimistic output about the future. He had some guesses in his heart, but he didn't dare to believe it.

"Just say it directly."

"I think I can train you. I have had this idea since you were in the first grade. Compared with Voldemort and Harry, it is obviously more important for you to protect the entire wizarding world."

"And in order to add some weight to your future, I can bear to let the basilisk continue to move in Hogwarts until the day when he can bring you enough reputation. You know, all these sacrifices are for greater interests!" Dumbledore bent down and patted Thorne's shoulder and said softly.

"Dumbledore?"

"Hmm?"

Bang!

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"Although I know you are not a good person in the traditional sense, I still hope you can have a bottom line. "

The two returned to the principal's office. Thorne took a sip of the teacup with his eyes narrowed, and looked up at Dumbledore with dark circles in his eyes.

"Actually, this is just a test... Although you passed, I still have to say... Next time, let's not do it. You know, I am very strong as a wizard, but as an old man... Sha..." Dumbledore said with a grin.

"Do you think you can blame me for this?" Thorne rolled his eyes and said.

"Yes... This is indeed not your fault, but after all... you still have to respect the elderly."

Just then, a burst of green sparks suddenly burst out from the fireplace in the principal's office, and a document flew out of it and landed on Dumbledore's desk.