The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

The wizards' duel was decided, and several people did not plan to stay here any longer, and all planned to go back to the dormitory to sleep.

"Okay, goodbye little kitty, I will miss you." Seeing this, Hermione also put a large Maine Coon cat in her arms back on the ground and shook her finger at it.

"Huh? Cat?" Draco looked down suddenly.

"Thorne, do you know what I saw?"

"I know... Filch's cat."

Harry and Ron on the side also looked at Hermione in confusion when they saw Filch's cat. The meaning of their eyes was easy to understand: "You are the one who led the devil here?"

At this time, footsteps appeared outside at the right time, and Filch's disgusting voice like a broken blower.

"I've seen you! If I catch you later... you'll be in trouble!"

Thorne rolled his eyes helplessly and looked at Draco beside him. The two nodded in tacit understanding and hid quietly in the direction of the door, while urging the three Gryffindors to find a place to hide.

After a while, the door lock shook, and as the door was opened, Filch's ghost-like face was revealed behind it.

"Hogwarts Justice Iron Fist!" X2

After two bangs, Filch fell to the ground on his back.

"It's safe, let's go." Thorne stepped directly on Filch and walked out of the trophy display room, followed by Draco.

"Are we just leaving him here?" Harry followed him out and pointed at Filch lying on the ground and asked.

"If you're afraid he'll catch a cold, you can keep an eye on him." Ron complained.

"But... will we really not be expelled if we attack the castle administrator?" Hermione also asked.

"That also requires evidence. He fainted. Who else knew that we attacked him tonight?" Thorne spread his hands and said.

"Filch? Are you okay? It's strange that there is no sound?"

Everyone: "............"

"What a stupid idea! The wind is tight!" Thorne said, opened the door of a utility room next to him, pushed it open and walked in, and then looked out through a small piece of glass on the door.

"Who is it?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"...... Quirrell." Thorne replied.

"How about we... fight him!" Hermione suddenly said.

Everyone's eyes immediately gathered on her.

"No... You weren't this kind of person before?" Thorne said in surprise.

"Otherwise, you can't just wait to be expelled, right? Anyway, if you have to choose between killing him and being expelled... I choose to kill him!" Hermione said after a deep breath.

"Emmmm... I think this plan is feasible." Draco said after a moment of silence.

"It's OK, dam! Listen to my command later!" Thorne said with gritted teeth.

"Okay." Everyone said with a sullen look.

Slowly, Quirrell staggered over and saw Filch lying on the ground with a confused look on his face, while Thorne quietly opened the door and waved to the people behind him, asking them to retreat quickly. Until he retreated, Quirrell stood up at an inappropriate time and was about to turn back.

Without a moment's hesitation, Thorne raised his wand and poured magic power into it.

"Fluorescent flashing!"

"Fuck! My eyes!"

Quirrell opened his eyes and saw only a vast expanse of white, followed by the sound of running away.

"Don't run, little wizard!" Quirrell said as he was about to chase in the direction of the sound.

"Idiot! Stop chasing!" A voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"Uh... yes, Master."

...........

"Are you okay? What was that sound just now?" Thorne ran up the stairs and saw Draco and the three blood gourds who were responding.

"It's okay, it was just Quirrell's scream. Now we can go home." Thorne said after exhaling.

"Huh... I escaped." Harry's whole body softened and leaned against the wall.

"Yeah."

"Well, you don't have to be expelled." Hermione also echoed.

"...Does she think being expelled is more terrible than death?" Draco whispered.

"Maybe, let's go, you guys should hurry back too." Thorne and the other two were about to go to the Slytherin common room, but they turned back less than half a minute after walking out.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Those two little wizards who dared to attack me! If I catch you... you will suffer!" Filch's voice roared from far to near.

"See? Filch is wandering outside, and I can't go home yet." Thorne shrugged and complained.

"What should I do?" Hermione askedsaid.

"There are two statues behind. Let's hide behind them. When Filch comes, he will definitely explore the room behind you, Harry, and we can run away." Thorne said, pulling Draco's sleeve and hiding behind the statue first.

"It's the only way." Hermione nodded and hid behind the statue with her two pendants.

Sure enough, not long after, Filch limped over with a lamp, first looked around and then opened a door beside him.

Roar! ! ! ! ! ! !

Filch, who was covered in saliva, looked at the door in a daze, and then the whole person trembled rapidly, and turned around and ran without saying a word.

"Dumbledore!!!!!!!"

"Is that it?" Draco walked out from behind the statue, pointing in the direction where Filch left with a mocking look on his face.

"I'm a little curious, what did Filch see?" Thorne walked out and said eagerly.

"I want to see it too!"

Finally, the five of them gathered together, and Thorne reached out and grasped the door handle and gently opened it.

"What the hell is this?" Draco murmured with trembling lips.

"Can't you see it? Three heads...three heads...three..."

Roar! ! ! ! ! !

"Three-headed dog!!!!!!"

"I'm going to tell my dad!"

"Fuck!"

"Run!"

In the blink of an eye, the four of them ran far away and looked at Thorne from a distance.

"A bunch of scum, so cowardly." Thorne shook his head helplessly, and threw the door back with a flick of his hand.

"What? Aren't you afraid?" Draco said stubbornly.

"We are wizards, and this thing is just a beast, what's there to be afraid of?" Thorne sneered.

"Well, maybe you're right."

"You guys go back first, I'll communicate with this three-headed dog here, after all, I haven't seen such a big guy before." Thorne waved his hand casually at the four people, and after pulling for a while, he was finally the only one left here.

"... Dumbledore... Damn you!" Thorne took a deep breath and sat down on the ground with a snap.

The impact of a low-profile dragon like a three-headed dog on him was still too great. After all, although Thorne killed people, set fire to the institute, he was still a simple and kind person in the final analysis, so it was understandable that the motor system was temporarily paralyzed by the huge impact for a while.

Is it okay?