The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

[Well, some people say that it is impossible to speed up the emotional line. The protagonist travels through time and becomes an adult. Even if you are a European kid who develops early and matures, you are only a small child now. The hair of two little kids has not grown out yet. We can't, or at least we shouldn't...ah! ]

[By the way, there is also the direction and plot of the emotional line. You don't need to tell me. I know that sometimes I write very...strangely. This is mainly because my XP is a little...complicated, very complicated, but the emotional thing, if you don't inject XP when you write it, it will have no soul, so...ahem! Those who understand will understand. ]

Thorne decisively put on his small bag and walked out of the Slytherin lounge, then climbed through the window to leave the castle, took out the flying broom from the small bag, rode on the broom, and pulled out the invisibility cloak and put it on.

Just like that, before the flying broom flew, a big hand directly lifted the invisibility cloak that Thorne was wearing, and what came into view was Snape's pale and sinister face.

"...........Ah, it's Professor Snape, what a coincidence, are you also out for a walk at night?" Thorne was silent for a moment and then forced a smile.

"Walking... that's easy to say. I remember I warned you yesterday... warned you not to use the love potion on Hermione Granger..." Snape said gloomily.

"I didn't use it on Hermione either." Thorne quickly spread his hands and said.

"Then can I use it on Malfoy?"

"You didn't say no..." Thorne whispered.

"What!"

"......."

Thorne was silent and thinking. He was facing this dilemma. If he admitted that he took the initiative to give Draco the love potion, his reputation would be gone at least in Snape's eyes, although he originally looked at him with tinted glasses...

But if he said this was a misunderstanding, it would be even more fucking, how did this misunderstanding happen? Because he took the wrong sandwich, what if he didn't take the wrong one...

Thorne immediately decided to lose face and started to talk nonsense: "Professor Snape... uh... you... you should also know that we have our own national conditions in England, this..."

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

After a long and terrible silence, Snape stared at Thorne.

"............ This is a disease... It must be cured!" After a long time, he finally uttered such a sentence.

"Uh... I... actively cooperate with the treatment." Thorne said immediately after a moment of silence.

"Follow me!" Snape walked towards the castle with a sullen face, and Thorne hurriedly followed him.

In Snape's office, Draco was holding a trash can and vomiting scary. Seeing Thorne coming, he immediately threw out a middle finger.

"Thorne... Fuck you!"

"In Azkaban... and he is your uncle." Thorne answered casually.

"Sit on it." Snape said coldly, pointing to one of the chairs.

"OK." Thorne sighed and sat on it obediently.

The next moment, the chair suddenly extended chains and tied him tightly.

"Uh... Snape... Professor... you are playing a lot." Thorne complained.

"Shut up!"

"........"

"Some time ago, I read a medical paper published by the Muggle world. The best treatment for your condition is electric shock therapy." Snape said faintly.

"Wait, Professor Snape, I think this is a misunderstanding!" Draco suddenly threw down the trash can and said.

"Shut up... Get out! Don't get in the way here!" Snape waved his hand and Draco was thrown out of the office by a huge force.

"Wow... Is this allowed?" Thorne suddenly felt bad.

"It has mixed reputations in the Muggle world, but some people do use this method." Snape replied.

"In Hogwarts, is this allowed?" Thorne's face suddenly turned pale, and a lot of sweat suddenly oozed out of his forehead, looking very painful.

"Anyway..." Snape took out his wand and placed it on Thorne's tightly clenched fist. A weak electric current was transmitted from the tip of the wand to Thorne's body.

Suddenly, Thorne, who was originally calm, had a distorted expression, which made Snape very confused., after all, that level of current is just a little numb at best, why...

But soon he had no time to wonder, he saw Thorne's wand instantly appeared in his hand, the chain wrapped around him shattered immediately with a flash of silver light, and another silver light so fast that it was incomprehensible flew straight towards Snape's neck.

Puff!

Although Snape tried his best to use magic and his understanding of the God of Shadows to weaken this wind blade, he was still hit in the neck by this wind blade that had annihilated 80% of its power.

Snape staggered and fell to the ground immediately, subconsciously raised his hand and a magic attack hit Thorne, who was holding the wand and approaching him, against the wall, and then hurriedly used the wand to cast the God of Shadows counter-spell on himself.

Fortunately, this attack was annihilated by him 80%, otherwise this blow would have directly beheaded him, purely for the sake of death.

In the blink of an eye, Snape's injury healed. Looking at Thorne, who finally got up from the ground and stared at him with red eyes, he said, "Why are you crazy? What are you going to do?"

"I want to kill you! What am I going to do!" Thorne didn't explain, and waved his wand twice. The Skeleton Will-O'-the-Wisp and the Divine Sword Shadowless flew towards Snape one after another. The latter controlled the magic power to pick up the two magics and looked at the blankness in front of him in surprise. Thorne disappeared!

Bang!

A huge explosion exploded behind Snape. Fortunately, he subconsciously cast the Iron Armor Spell and was not blown into pieces. He was just shocked.

"Flesh and blood transplant of Voldemort!"

Snape turned back suddenly and looked at the black and gray silks slowly gathering into Thorne's body. He still held the wand and threw all kinds of lethal magic at him.

"What's wrong with you kid? What the hell are you crazy about?" Snape grumbled while picking up these attacking magics.

Magic flew, and although Snape tried his best to knock away most of them, there were still some fish that slipped through the net. However, the armor spell that hit him could offset most of the damage. If it didn't work, he would bleed a little, until a red light that showed no trust hit him.

For a moment, the bones of his whole body seemed to be broken, no... not as if, but broken. Every bone cracked evenly, and some small and fragile ones broke directly, and Snape hurriedly used magic to support and connect them.

Thorne walked towards Snape, who was doomed, with red eyes, and his wand was constantly accumulating magic power. The latter also waved his wand secretly, intending to wait for Thorne to get closer and then directly use a heart-piercing bone-cutting to make him lose his combat ability.

As for why Thorne, who was just a good student, suddenly lost his mind and wanted to kill himself like crazy... I will study it slowly in the future.

Boom!

A daunting golden fireball suddenly appeared between the two of them. The violent force directly knocked the two of them unconscious. Dumbledore, who arrived late, and Draco, who was terrified, appeared in the office that had already become a ruin.