The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"I didn't!" Draco shouted.

"Tsk tsk tsk... pretentious." Thorne sarcastically said mercilessly.

"Do you have any humanity?" Draco finally stopped and asked loudly.

"Of course I have, but... I'm too strong, stronger than you in every aspect, so sometimes I think you're a little pretentious, a pretentiousness that I can't understand. I've suffered a lot of injuries that are more painful than this kind of magic shock, more than you can imagine."

"As for what you call psychological aspects, I can't explain to you exactly what the research institute is. Let me just say that they took me apart and put a big mirror in front of me, letting me watch myself recover, and locked me in a pure white room for an unknown period of time. During that time, I almost went crazy."

"Or all kinds of shock experiments that challenge my physiological limits. These experiments are just to make my magic riot stronger and stronger, but I survived all of them! So don't cry in front of me about how much pain you are in, how much you have been wronged, because no matter what, it's not as serious as mine." Thorne squatted in front of Draco.

Draco has calmed down, but in Thorne's eyes, it seems that he was frightened by what he said, and his face was pale.

"...Are you scared?" Thorne asked.

"It's okay, it's okay, where are Goyle and Crabbe." Draco shook his head and said.

"They're watching the fun over there. Why don't we go back to the carriage? We're a little tired." Thorne said as he walked towards the carriage alone.

"Wait for me."

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

The two returned to the carriage, and Thorne took out a book from his pocket with some boredom.

"What are you reading?" Draco asked.

"Textbook."

"Okay."

Time passed slowly until it was late and the train slowly stopped.

"Let's go, why haven't those two idiots come yet?" Draco asked.

"Over there." Thorne pointed Draco in a direction.

"Hey! Crabbe! Goyle! Come here!" Draco shouted hurriedly.

Crabbe and Goyle saw their big brother calling them, and they ran over in a hurry.

"First-year wizards! Come over here!" A rough and loud voice sounded, and Thorne looked up and saw the giant Hagrid he had seen in the principal's office.

"Go over there and find a good boat." Thorne said as he pulled Draco over there, and Crabbe and Goyle quickly followed.

The four found a clean and spacious boat and got in, chatting while waiting for the boat to start.

On the boat...

Thorne sat in his seat and listened to the rustling of leaves in the breeze and... the chewing of Crabbe and Goyle.

Ignoring the noise in his ears, he turned his head and looked at the sparkling scenery of the Black Lake under the moonlight... and Goyle... and Crabbe who were throwing garbage into the Black Lake while eating.

"Fuck... you two pick up all the garbage you just threw down! Otherwise, I'll throw you two down." Thorne leaned forward slightly and threatened in a low voice.

The two men, frightened by Thorne, quickly put down the food in their hands, turned sideways and picked up the garbage they had just thrown down.

"Hey! Thorne." The boat next to him was filled with people unconsciously. Thorne took a look and saw that they were all familiar faces, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Na Wei.

"Hey, did that kid drink bone spirit?" Thorne asked Hermione curiously, looking at Ron's normal arm.

"Well, a Hufflepuff senior sister made a potion for him, but it's just fixed. Can you cure him?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but it's not necessary. Let him go to the medical wing to drink a glass of bone spirit and sleep after Hogwarts." Thorne said casually.

"Why don't you want to help?" Hermione asked.

"If I help him with his bones now, wouldn't it be in vain if I broke his bones during the day?" Thorne spread his hands and said as a matter of course.

"............"

"Okay! Little wizards, stop talking. We're going to start the boat!" Hagrid, who was on the front boat, shouted to the little wizards.

Seeing this, Thorne stopped talking. If they didn't agree on anything, it would soon turn into an argument, and then a quarrel. It's better to keep quiet.

"The boat is a bit shaky." Draco struggled to hold on to the edge of the boat and said with difficulty.

"It's very simple. You just need to stop Goyle, that idiot, from swinging around." Thorne said.

Draco: "......."

Draco: "Goyle... what the hell are you doing?"

But look atThis kind of veiled questioning did not stop Goyle. Of course, it may also be that his tiny head could not understand what it meant to read people's expressions.

The next moment, Thorne grabbed Goyle's collar and threw him into the Black Lake. He then took out his wand and transformed it into a rope, tied one end to the boat, and threw the other end towards Goyle.

This smooth scene made the surrounding little wizards subconsciously a little afraid. After all, it was a situation where classmates were thrown into the water on the first day of school. However, some well-informed people took a look at the person involved.

Oh, the last name is Black, that's normal.

"Thorne, what are you doing! Pull him up quickly, he will drown if he continues like this, and you will be expelled then!" Hermione on the boat next to him whispered hurriedly.

"I threw him a rope." Thorne explained.

"I mean expulsion!"

"Don't worry about this, it's not guaranteed." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Look at him! His lips are almost white!" Hermione still insisted.

"Just drink a potion at school." Thorne said, then turned back and joked with Draco: "There is a giant octopus under this black lake. Do you think Goyle can catch the octopus if he keeps waiting like this?"

"Thorne!" Hermione on the side felt that she was ignored and shouted immediately.

"Okay, the boat has docked, let's go down, Crabbe, can you get up by yourself?" Thorne blocked Hermione's high voice and asked Goyle.

"I can."

"If you can, come up by yourself." Thorne and Draco walked into the castle without looking back.

After the two waited in the castle hall for a while, Crabbe and the wet Goyle finally arrived and hurried to the stove in the hall.

The flames in the stove were also enchanted, and Goyle's clothes were dried again in a short while.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a woman in emerald green wizard robes walked in.

"Oh." Thorne recognized her, Professor McGonagall. If Dumbledore hadn't angered her, he wouldn't have lived in Diagon Alley for nearly a month.