The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Thorne felt a little dizzy when he walked out of the principal's office. It was not until he coughed several times against the wall and coughed out a large ball of black ash that he felt a little clearer.

After returning to the dormitory, he took a quick look. Draco was sitting at the desk, madly rushing his potion paper. Goyle and Crabbe, the two funny guys, didn't know where they had gone.

"You haven't finished your homework yet?" Thorne appeared behind Draco and asked.

"If you seem to have nothing to do, you can choose to write it for me." Draco said.

"...I have something to do. I'll go to the library later." Thorne said hurriedly.

"What are you going to do in the library?" Draco asked again.

"Of course I'm reading. Your question is... funny." Thorne rolled his eyes and walked out of the dormitory.

Hogwarts' magic is so strong that electromagnetic objects in the past few years will be interfered by it, so there are only two ways for the little wizards inside to entertain themselves. One is to go out and play with friends, and the other is to go to the library to read books, which can be regarded as a kind of entertainment, which is much better than staying in the dormitory and growing mushrooms.

And there is another kind of book king, who reads books not for entertainment, but purely to gain knowledge. This feeling makes them feel extremely comfortable. The master of them is sitting next to Thorne at this moment.

"Your book... is a bit curious." Hermione said with a cold face as she looked at the revised version of the anatomical illustrations of magical creatures in front of Thorne.

"It's all knowledge, just learn it slowly." Thorne retorted.

"Ah, right, right..."

"By the way, before... the day you gave me the gift, I might not be in a good mood." Hermione suddenly said without thinking.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Thorne asked.

"That day I was in a bad mood and lost my temper with you. Today I have a chance to apologize to you... This is an apology gift." Hermione took out a small rectangular board from her bag and pushed it in front of Thorne.

"What is this?" He said and tore off the outer skin, revealing chocolate inside.

"I don't know if you like it." Hermione whispered.

"Hmm... I like it very much. Thank you." Thorne broke off a piece of chocolate and threw it into his mouth.

"As long as you like it." Hermione murmured with a red face.

"Thorne! I knew you were here. Oh, there is chocolate?" Draco suddenly appeared behind the two of them. He found the chocolate in front of Thorne and immediately reached out to break off a piece and threw it into his mouth.

Hermione: "......... Malfoy, where did you come from again?"

Thorne felt an inexplicable chill. Although Hermione tried to be calm when she said this, he could still hear the irritability in her words.

"Me? Of course I came to the library to find books, to write a paper on potions." Draco said as he attacked the chocolate in front of Thorne crazily.

"Thorne! Let him go!" Hermione finally broke through Draco's actions, but because this was a library, she still roared at Thorne in a low voice.

Draco, who was standing behind Thorne, rolled his eyes after hearing Hermione's words, and finally sighed and said, "Maybe I'm disturbing you here, I'll leave first, by the way, Miss Granger... Sorry." Then he disappeared in a flash.

"Dead green tea!" Hermione cursed secretly.

"Good brother!" Thorne sighed.

"Huh?" The two suddenly looked at each other again.

"Can you be more mature? Can't you see that Malfoy is provoking the two of us?" Hermione complained.

"Is there a possibility that you are a little too willful? To be honest, you don't understand Draco. He has really made great progress to be like this now." Thorne defended Draco.

"This look now is an improvement. I can't imagine how hideous he was before." Hermione complained.

"Maybe... sometimes you are also quite... peculiar." Thorne quietly began to put away the books in front of him.

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned.

"It's just... maybe it's your pride. Your pride sometimes gives people a feeling of being full of thorns, or to put it bluntly, it's not very comfortable to get along with." Thorne tried to use softer language.

"Vulgar." Hermione sneered.

"Maybe... we are friends, right?" Thorne asked.

"Yeah."

"Since we are friends, I will remind you as a friend that although you are excellent, your ability is not enough to make you go against everyone, so sometimes you should... be gentler,What I said was not very accurate. In short, don't let yourself be full of thorns. "Thorne said.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"It means that most people in the world are vulgar, such as me. Although I know you are right and Draco is wrong, I feel more comfortable with Draco than with you. I am such a vulgar person." Thorne shrugged and said.

"I understand." Hermione nodded.

"So?" Thorne asked.

"So I decided to fight with you vulgar people to the end. I want to prove that right is right and wrong is wrong!" Hermione also began to pack up her things and left the library without looking back.

"Dumbledore can't do it... he is still a child." Thorne shook his head, packed up his things and returned to the Slytherin dormitory.

"Hey? Back, how is it?" Draco looked at Thorne's calm face and returned to the dormitory, and asked.

"Not very good... Thanks to you, she was very angry this time. "Thorne threw his schoolbag in the direction of Draco and smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, isn't he just a Muggle? I'll organize a friend recruitment for you in Slytherin tonight! The quality is definitely a million miles higher than that Granger." Draco immediately patted his chest and said.

"That's not the case." Thorne said a little melancholy while lying on the bed.

"... Sorry, I... I, I don't know how to say it, it's because... because I see... I don't know if you can feel that every time you are with Granger, you will unconsciously ignore me, so I..."

Draco saw that Thorne was gradually becoming emo and didn't know what to say, so he had to say all the words in his mind, regardless of whether the meaning of the expression was correct.

"It has nothing to do with you, she is indeed a little willful, and I am really tired when I am with her." Thorne shook his head and comforted.

"Don't worry, I will make it up to you!" Draco climbed up from the bed and said seriously.