The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Thorne took a deep breath after walking out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It was impossible for him not to be tempted. He was now in possession of a rare treasure but had no idea how to use it.

But with Quirrell, or Voldemort, this kind of thing is to seek the skin of a tiger...

"Forget it..." Thorne exhaled, and he decided not to be moral and ask for help from outside the field.

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

"Why not? Do you hate Professor Quirrell?" Dumbledore said leisurely in the principal's office.

"You can't lie to me, Quirrell is not just Quirrell, right?" Thorne said straight to the point.

"That's right, Quirrell is not just Quirrell, so you can guess who this Quirrell is?" Dumbledore crossed his hands and said excitedly.

"You wouldn't allow an ordinary dark wizard to jump around in Hogwarts, so... Voldemort?" Thorne said.

"Guessed right, since you know it, why are you asking me? Any smart person knows what to do." Dumbledore asked.

"Because I am unwilling to give up, my current situation is that I am holding a huge safe but cannot open it. Flesh magic, I can't even find the name of flesh magic in Hogwarts, of course this does not include the restricted books area and your head." Thorne slumped in the chair and complained.

"Part of the records of flesh magic in the restricted books area have been destroyed, and I only know that there is such a concept."

"So I want to go, but that is Voldemort after all, so I came to you." Thorne said.

"Why not?" Dumbledore still answered that sentence.

"Do you have a backup plan?" Thorne asked.

"No, but I know him, he won't harm you. I mean he won't try to seize your body or take over your nest, but he will definitely bring private goods when teaching you, and instill his thoughts into you. This is absolute." Dumbledore explained.

"Personal safety is fine." Thorne breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think the ideological problem is more serious." Dumbledore added.

"I have seen Muggle technology. Do you think Voldemort's outdated ideas can have any impact on me?"

"Oh... I forgot about this." Dumbledore said awkwardly.

Thorne was still a little dizzy when he walked out of the principal's office. The flesh and blood magic that he couldn't understand was about to be taught for free by a famous teacher, and he only needed to listen quietly to the private goods, and he would make a fortune.

After returning to the dormitory, the atmosphere was harmonious. Crabbe and Goyle were playing chess there, and Draco was waving his wand and practicing magic there.

"By the way, Thorne, there was a package for you just now. It's quite light. I put it on your bed. Take a look." Draco said when he saw Thorne coming back.

"Uh-huh, okay." Thorne nodded, returned to his bed and unpacked the package on it. He found that it was full of letters, and the sender was the same person, Hermione Granger.

"Did the post office send it directly to me?" Thorne casually opened the first letter and read it.

[I forgot to say this when we first met. I'm glad to meet you. And to be honest, although there were many strange things that happened to me before, I still couldn't believe it when I suddenly knew that I was a wizard...]

After reading the first letter, I read the second one.

[You didn't reply to my last letter. I don't know if you encountered something. I had a headache these days. I went to Diagon Alley, which is the wizard's market. The things there are very magical, but I suddenly realized that those little wizards who grew up in wizard families must know more magic than us, so we have to catch up with them...]

After this letter, I counted more than ten letters and took them out.

[You still didn't reply to my letter. ]

Until the last one.

[I asked Professor McGonagall. You spent most of your time in Hogwarts before school started, but you didn't reply to any of my letters. Now I'm going to the post office to take back all the letters I wrote to you and send them to you. I sincerely hope you can give me a reasonable explanation. 】

"...Fuck?" Thorne was a little confused and put the letter away. He walked to Draco's bed, dragged him to his bed, and handed him the letter.

"What the hell is this?" Draco asked.

"It says in it that I forgot to reply to her letter before school started, and now she has seen through my lies. What should I do?" Thorne asked.

"I don't have this kind of trouble. Generally speaking, no one will come to me for such a small matter. You know?" Draco frowned and read the letter, and said carefully.

"...Fuck.... "

"How about giving her a gift?" Draco finally suggested, looking at Thorne who looked worried.

"What?"

"Something shiny." Draco said casually.

"Well, you're right. Maybe I should go to the vault. It should be easy to find." Thorne was about to leave the dormitory.

"You're going out now? How?" Draco asked in surprise.

"Of course I'm going out. Can I fly?" Thorne said speechlessly, and came to Dumbledore's office.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea to give Miss Granger jewelry." Dumbledore reminded him when he learned the reason for Thorne's leaving school.

"What to give? It's easy to talk." Thorne complained.

"Maybe... Miss Granger loves to study. Maybe I can give her a book?"

"Maybe, but I still have to make preparations. "Thorne said as he waved his wand and ignited the fire in the fireplace of the headmaster's office, and then grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fire.

"The Leaky Cauldron."

The flame turned green in the blink of an eye.

"Well, good luck to you." Dumbledore said.

"Of course I will." Thorne stepped into the flame, and when he opened his eyes again, he had walked out of the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron.

He went from the Leaky Cauldron to Diagon Alley, and finally went straight to Gringotts, came to the vault, bent down and casually grabbed a handful of gold coins on the ground, stretched out his five fingers to let the gold coins flow down, and a silver-white necklace remained in his hand.

"It looks good." He put it in his pocket, left Gringotts and walked into Flourish and Blotts after leaving.

"Hello, what do you need?" The bookstore guide murmured symbolically while leaning on the counter.

"Is there...something like an encyclopedia, suitable for giving away, that Hogwarts doesn't have?" Thorne asked.

"Hardcover book section. ”

“Okay.”

Thorne shrugged and walked towards the hardcover section.