The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"It looks scary, to be honest." Thorne replied.

Hermione stopped immediately after hearing the answer, and ignored Harry and Ron's greetings. She ran to Thorne and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry for waking you up before."

"It's okay, I'm not angry, just be more careful next time." Thorne thought about it and felt that Hermione had lost face and came to apologize to him, so he responded immediately, but when he responded to the second half of the sentence, he suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing. Wouldn't this condescending tone make Hermione angry?

But unlike what he thought, Hermione was not angry, but nodded heavily, and promised that she would never do anything clumsy again in the future. Finally, she took out a small box from the pocket of her wizard robe and quickly stuffed it into the pocket of Thorne's wizard robe and ran away quickly.

"... Confusing behavior." Thorne shook his head and took out the small box from his pocket. Inside was a necklace, a little golden man made of brass, so round that you couldn't see his arms and legs, and two inlaid green jades... It looked like...

"Totem of Immortality?" He looked at the necklace and said in a daze.

"Thorne, are you going to leave?" Draco, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at Thorne with a bitter face as he put the necklace on his neck and wanted to continue studying the ball of air, and urged him immediately.

"Come on, come on." Thorne let go of the poor Thestral and got on the carriage instead.

The Thestrals who escaped the disaster pulled the carriage and carried Thorne and others back to Hogwarts Castle, sitting at the Slytherin table, talking and laughing while waiting for the freshmen to be sorted.

But for Thorne, the sorting was really not something to look at, and the dinner dishes were more important.

The sorting was just as he expected. There were no new students with big names, and no students who were difficult to sort were embarrassing. It was just a normal sorting and a normal welcome, until.

Gilderoy Lockhart, the big ice in the magic world, I don’t know how this guy remembers those titles. In short, not many people applauded him. Most of them were young wizards with twisted backgrounds, or half-bloods who were not well-informed. No pure-blood wizard applauded him.

Some extreme ones have already taken out parchment to write letters to their fathers who are school directors, asking to replace this guy.

Not Draco.

Thorne, who was eating at the Slytherin table, somehow suddenly felt a gaze looking at him.

Looking at the source of the gaze, it was Dumbledore.

At this time, he kept winking at him, asking him to look at the Gryffindor table.

Thorne looked at it clearly, and his eyes passed by the surprised Hermione and stopped at Ginny.

"...I don't see any problem." Thorne raised his eyebrows at Dumbledore and conveyed the message.

"Who asked you to look at her? I asked you to look at Hermione. You looked at me with a tearful look. Let me explain to you that Hogwarts does not oppose premature love." Dumbledore also responded with his eyes.

"Twelve-year-old bean sprouts. Haha." Thorne rolled his eyes and ignored Dumbledore, concentrating on eating.

After the dinner, Thorne and his friends returned to the long-lost Slytherin dormitory. The luggage was also sorted out by the house elves in advance, including Thorne's luggage in Dumbledore's office, which was also moved over.

"What classes are there tomorrow?" Thorne asked while putting down his bed curtain.

"The first class... Defense Against the Dark Arts... I really don't know why Dumbledore chose a fool like him." Draco said with a pout.

"Isn't our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher a yearly job? Maybe he's the only one applying for the job." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Eh..."

"Eh..."

"I don't want to go tomorrow."

"!!!"

"What's wrong?" Draco asked.

"I think this plan is feasible. Forget it. Let's take Defense Against the Dark Arts with Slytherin and Gryffindor. They are always snitching." Thorne waved his hand and said.

"Eh..."

"Eh..."

The two sighed and went to sleep until the next morning. After a few people had breakfast in the hall, Thorne walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom first.

Since Slytherin and Gryffindor took Defense Against the Dark Arts together, Thorne and Hermione met in the classroom again... a little nonsense.

Hermione was holding a book by Gilderoy Lockhart, "Traveling with Vampires", reading it with relish, and trying to recommend it to others, such as Harry.

"Come on, didn't you see Lockhart being held hostage in Flourish and Blotts?Well, I almost got stuck in the wall when I saw him. These books must be fake. "Harry explained, trying to pull Hermione out of the library of the magic world.

"Didn't he say that his wand was broken by a werewolf, so he was knocked down?" Hermione shook her head and said.

"...If it doesn't work, go ask Thorne. He must have seen more details about Lockhart than I do." Harry pointed speechlessly at Thorne who was dozing in the corner.

Hermione nodded and was about to get up, but when she looked up, she saw Thorne leaning against the wall in a daze, and immediately sighed and sat back down.

"No, he was very angry when I woke him up last time." Hermione said melancholy.

"Will he be angry? "Harry said in surprise.

Hermione looked at Harry in confusion, and the latter pointed her in a direction. Draco walked into the classroom with two books in his arms and threw them on the table casually.

"Huh? You haven't taken the books yet? Are they useful?" Thorne was more alert and asked the books Draco brought back.

"Anyway, he can't say anything useful, so just take two novels to relieve boredom." Draco said.

"Give me one."

A book was handed to Thorne, and Hermione stood up from her seat when she saw him getting more alert. She walked to the seats of the two and ignored Draco and asked, "Before, you and Lockhart dueled on the podium at Flourish and Blotts. Do you remember it?"

"It can't be called a duel. There was no duel etiquette." Thorne was very confused when he saw Hermione asking such a strange thing, but he still answered.

"What I want to ask is, did Lockhart really fail to deflect your attack because his wand was damaged as he said? "Hermione asked.

"Come on, Lockhart's reaction ability is as slow as a turtle. My magic flew to his face, and he didn't even pull out his wand. He can let his wand take the blame in this situation. He deserves it." Thorne waved his hand and said with disdain.

"Is that so." Hermione nodded in understanding, and then saw the necklace hanging on Thorne's neck and smiled.

"The necklace is very beautiful."

"Yeah, thank you for the compliment, and thank you very much."

"It's okay."