The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"There should be your classmates here. Didn't anyone remind Lockhart?" Old Malfoy asked softly.

"Who knows? Maybe Lockhart is not popular?"

Lockhart was urged by the fans in the audience and immediately smiled. He raised his wand and said to Thorne: "Come on, cast a spell to attack me."

Thorne smiled kindly and raised his wand. A strong white light suddenly burst out from the tip of the wand, and the explosive magic blew Lockhart away.

The adult wizards at the scene exclaimed, and some young wizards smiled as expected. Finally, it was Thorne who still stood there obediently, pretending to be a quiet quail.

"Something is wrong...something is wrong!" Lockhart climbed back up the platform amid the surprised eyes of his fans, checked his wand with gritted teeth, and then said with a wry smile: "Sorry, everyone, my wand may have been bitten by the werewolf when I was saving the werewolf yesterday, so I didn't cast the spell correctly. Maybe I should go to Ollivander's to have a look."

He left Flourish and Blotts in embarrassment. Thorne shook his head and wondered how Dumbledore hired this thing back, even if he was the only one to apply for the job...

If it doesn't work, ask Snape for advice, just show the PPT!

While Thorne was thinking, he was suddenly awakened by a crackling noise. He looked over and saw that old Malfoy was fighting with a red-haired and burly man, and the Weasley family was cheering next to him. It seemed that the man fighting should be the male owner of the Weasley family, Arthur Weasley.

"Thorne, come and help!" Draco suddenly appeared beside Thorne, holding his hand and about to join the battle with his wand.

"Draco, come here, I have a powerful and unusual witchcraft, and I need you to help me complete it!" Thorne hurriedly stopped Draco and said seriously.

"What?" Draco asked, holding the wand tightly.

"This move is called the Hogwarts Cannon!" Thorne said and waved his wand directly, putting a layer of armor spell on Draco, then lifted him up with the wizard's hand, turned him twice in the air, and threw him towards Arthur Weasley who was pressing on old Malfoy.

After sending Draco out as a hidden weapon, Thorne was not to be outdone and used the wizard's hand to throw himself out.

In front, Draco knocked Arthur Weasley off the old Malfoy with a Hogwarts cannon. He just stood up and shook his confused head. The next moment, Thorne fired another knight kick and hit the old Arthur's head accurately.

"Uh.........you...don't have martial ethics..."

This was the last sentence Arthur Weasley said before he fell into a coma.

Old Malfoy stood up from the ground, quickly tidied up his clothes that were a little messy because of the fight, and smoothed his hair before looking back at the old Weasley who fell to the ground, and laughed contemptuously.

Then he looked around the remaining Weasleys and finally found Ginny Weasley who was carrying a small crucible. She shook her head while making a tut-tut-tut sound and threw a notebook into the crucible she was carrying.

"First meeting, this is an apology gift for scaring you." After saying this, old Malfoy felt the weird atmosphere here. If he stayed any longer, he would probably get beaten. So he took Thorne and pulled out Draco, who was embedded in the wall, and strategically moved away from Flourish and Blotts.

"Thorne... I... I fuck your uncle!" Draco, floating behind Thorne, said dizzily.

"My uncle... is in Azkaban." Thorne thought about the conversion of relatives' names, and said casually after equating uncle with uncle.

(Here we call our father's elder brother uncle.)

"Forget it... put me down, I can walk by myself." Draco said.

"Okay." Thorne nodded and put Draco back on the ground and removed the levitation spell. Then there was a snap, and Draco fell to the ground.

"Can you do it?"

"Uh... OK." Draco said stubbornly as he got up from the ground.

After returning to Malfoy Manor, Thorne counted the time he had stayed here on his fingers. It was not short. In short, he was no longer so unfamiliar with Narcissa. At least he didn't have to be a Black brand mouthpiece anymore, which was a very good progress.

After living here for so long, it was time to return to Hogwarts.

"I really don't want to live here anymore.""Is it time to go back?" Narcissa and Malfoy sent Thorne to the fireplace, and Draco tried to persuade him to stay.

"No, I've lived here for so long, it's time to go back. Goodbye Draco, see you next time, aunt and uncle." Thorne waved to Draco's family and threw a pinch of Floo powder into the fireplace.

"Hogwarts Headmaster's Office."

Boom!

"Next time you come back, I suggest you fly back or go to Minerva's office. Do you know how scary it is that you suddenly appeared here?"

Thorne bumped into Dumbledore as soon as he walked out of the fireplace, and heard Dumbledore's complaints.

"Who knows...what are you doing standing in front of the fireplace? Are you afraid of the cold?" Thorne stood firm and patted the dust off his body and complained.

"I'm roasting sweet potatoes......To be honest, I hope you didn't accidentally step on it. "Dumbledore squatted down and used his old wand to scrape the dust under the fireplace. Not long after, he pulled out two roasted sweet potatoes covered with black ash.

"Oh... This is really hot. Want to try it?" Dumbledore hurriedly picked up one of them and broke it open, revealing the golden and soft inside, and quickly pointed to the other roasted sweet potato and said.

"It looks well roasted and tastes good."

Thorne picked up another roasted sweet potato, broke it open and ate it.

"It seems that I still have a little talent... By the way, how are you doing in Malfoy Manor these days?" Dumbledore asked.

"It's okay, but it's a bit embarrassing. For me, there is suddenly an aunt, and for her, there is suddenly a nephew. I don't know what to say." Thorne shrugged and explained.

"I can't help you with this." Dumbledore shook his head.

"I understand, you are an old widower." Thorne nodded.