The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

In the dark night, in a forest, a team armed to the teeth was searching for something in the forest with guns.

"Stop! The magic sensor has responded, he is..." One of the people who looked like the captain suddenly raised his hand and stopped the team members who were constantly advancing.

"Captain, he...ah!" Before a member with bad luck finished speaking, the smelly blood suddenly gushed out of his body, and he lay on the ground in less than a second, without any movement.

"He's there!" A team member saw the flash of black shadow and shouted loudly with a gun.

"Shut up!" The captain wanted to stop the man from exposing his position in the dark, but it was a pity that he was still a step too late. A sound of flesh and blood breaking suddenly sounded, and he was the only one left in the dark forest.

"Listen..." A young man in white suddenly appeared behind him. The captain was about to raise his gun to fight back when the bone of his arm suddenly broke through the flesh. The whole person knelt on the ground in the torture of severe pain and could no longer stand.

"Listen... When you go to hell, find that old guy... Tell him... Go find the fucking magic in his mother's ass!" The young man held the captain's frightened face with both hands and roared in a low voice.

.........

"I still don't understand. Even the Malfoys have electric lights. In modern society, there are still people who build their homes in such a wilderness. And there seems to be some kind of interference, so that our owl lost its way." In the forest, Dumbledore, who was wearing a silver robe and had white hair and beard and looked very kind, said to Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had long hair.

"I don't understand either. Why do you come out alone to experience youth on a mission to deliver a letter to a young wizard and bring me along... Is this interesting? Or are you really starting to have a mental attack like the tabloids said?" The man said in a very unfriendly tone.

"Sometimes, going out for a walk can effectively relieve stress. I want you to stop being so nervous... Wait, there are fluctuations of magic." Dumbledore was still pleasant in the last second, but his eyes suddenly became sharp in the next second.

"There are little wizards here, of course there is magic... Flesh magic?" Snape stopped talking halfway. The reason was that not far in front of the two, a team of three people lay there silently, and the whole body could not stop emitting fluctuations of flesh magic.

"Flesh magic... The ancient black magic that has long disappeared in the long river of history..." Dumbledore walked towards the direction of those people in a deep voice.

"Huh..."

.........

Beside a stream at the foot of the mountain, a happy family of three was chatting around a campfire. Suddenly, the little girl sitting in the middle suddenly made a strange sound, and her watery eyes vaguely saw a thin figure limping out of the woods.

"Dad, that seems to be a person?" The little girl patted the man next to her and said.

"I'll go check it out." The man pulled out the gun stuck in his waist and turned off the safety. He picked up a burning wood from the campfire as a torch and walked over step by step.

The firelight made the boy's cold face pale, and his cold eyes stared at the man who was walking over and the gun in his hand.

"Oh my God! It's a child!" The man saw that it was a child and quickly opened the safety of the gun and put it away. Seeing that the boy was still wearing thin clothes in Heitian, he took off his coat and put it on him.

"Child? What's wrong with you? What's your name?" The man squatted down and asked.

"Thorne... Black..." Thorne knelt down with a snap as if he was relieved after saying this, and was quickly hugged by the man so that he did not have close contact with the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, Thorne found himself in a tent. Looking at the quilt that covered him tightly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming his safety. The messy thoughts in his mind made him a little headache.

He is a time traveler who traveled to this body named Thorn Black about half a year ago. As for the original owner, he has been living in a research institute for studying supernatural powers, as the only test subject in that institute.

After the original owner was killed by an experiment in the institute, Thorn perfectly reborn through this body, and slowly figured out the original owner's ability.

In short, he controlled flesh and blood, whether it was his own or others'. He also relied on this extremely lethal power to escape from the institute and was discovered by the man who looked like a good person just now.

"Is the child awake? Come out and eat something, you must be very hungry." Suddenly, an old voice came fromA voice floated in from outside the tent. Thorne was silent for a moment, but still opened the zipper of the tent and walked out.

"Poor child, what happened to that evil research institute?" The man sighed and asked when he saw Thorne coming out.

"It was completely swallowed by the flames." Snape answered.

"Are they dead?" Thorne heard Snape's words and said.

"You are still too young to know that this kind of thing is not good for you." Dumbledore explained hurriedly and handed Thorne a small piece of cake.

Thorne took the cake and smelled it carefully. Although even if there was poison in it, he could use flesh and blood magic to retain it in his body without absorbing it, but being able to skip this hidden danger was still...

"Are you afraid of poisoning?" Snape suddenly said.

"Yes." Thorne finally ate the cake in small bites and said calmly.

"Child, we are not bad people... We are the same people, we are wizards, we control magic, just like you control the flesh and blood of others, that is magic." Dumbledore patted Snape's back gently, took out a handful of crawling cockroaches from his pocket and distributed them to several people.

"This is... chocolate cockroaches?" The little girl in the family of three said with a cold face.

"You also said it was chocolate, try it?" Dumbledore encouraged.

"Wizards... Are you all?" Thorne ignored the chocolate cockroaches crawling on his hand and asked with a frown.

"Well... You and Miss Granger are wizards, as for him and I, of course, are wizards too. I am the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and he is the dean of Slytherin College and professor of potions." Dumbledore explained.

"I'm a little tired... Can I rest for a while?" Thorne said after a moment of silence.

"Well, indeed, Mrs. and Mr. Granger, do you mind if we set up an extra tent here?" Dumbledore asked.

"Please feel free to do so."