The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

After hearing this, Thorne immediately wanted to go back to the dormitory to continue sleeping. After all, he had just been dragged by Draco to watch the exhibition match for such a long time, which was already a big loss for him, not to mention watching the chicken fights between the young wizards.

"Thorne!"

A voice suddenly came out of Snape's mouth.

"Hmm?" Thorne looked back at Snape, who was hooking his finger at him at this time.

"Hmm!" Thorne shook his head.

"..." Snape didn't say anything and continued to hook his finger.

"Hmm!" Thorne shook his head.

Snape changed his mind, turned his hand over and stretched out three fingers.

Thorne shook his head more vigorously.

Two fingers.

One!

"It is my unshirkable responsibility to participate in the duel club! Professor Snape can assign opponents!" Thorne appeared behind Snape with a serious face and said loudly.

Other young wizards: "............."

"Draw one." Snape took out a lottery box and said.

Thorne drew one, 1A, and then found a place to sit and do nothing. As for the other little wizards who came to draw lots, they didn't react to his weird look in pajamas and barefoot, but just watched the people who were drawing lots.

Snape and Professor Flitwick each held a lottery box, which was probably full of English letters. When the time came, the opponents would be assigned according to the uppercase and lowercase pairs.

After a while, about two minutes, Snape cleaned the platform and now acted as a referee in the middle and said: "Group A is on the stage."

The other side, Group B managed by Professor Flitwick, was almost the same routine.

The duel with Thorne was an unknown Ravenclaw witch who looked like she was in the fourth grade. She was wearing a short skirt and black stockings in Hogwarts in winter. She looked like a very beautiful witch.

"Will she cry after defeating her later?" Thorne thought maliciously while pretending to summon the wand from his pocket.

"Thorne Black, Tresiggle, please bow to each other." Snape said with a cold face.

Both of them held their wands to their chests and bowed slightly.

"Begin!"

A purple unknown spell rushed to Thorne's eyes quickly, and he hadn't straightened up yet. It's not that he didn't react, but he was just surprised that there were people playing Iai in England.

At the same time, the magic power in his body surged out, without any witchcraft or magic, it blocked the spell in front of him, and the highlight was a strong brick flying.

"It's just so-so." Thorne raised his wand while commenting, and an ordinary petrification spell slowly hit Tresiggle.

"Group A, Thorne Black wins." Snape said and gave Thorne a look, the latter nodded and removed the petrification spell on Tresiggle, and then drew a second lot from Thorne, 13.

When Thorne came down from the platform, he looked at Tracy with a villain mentality, wanting to see if she was crying, but he was disappointed that she was not crying.

"That witch is quite weak. You let her go but she only hit once." Draco walked towards Thorne and said.

"I didn't let her go. It's just that your eyes don't have enough frames." Thorne shook his head and said.

"Frames?"

"Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you." The two of them just watched from the stage. Most of the time, Draco was talking and Thorne was confused. It wasn't until Draco patted Thorne's face that he sobered up a little.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to meet that Weasley! Watch carefully!" Draco said as he went up to the platform, and the person opposite him was Ron Weasley.

The result was also very predictable. Draco's magic talent was definitely one of the best, and unlike most second-generations who just ate and waited for death, he was really hardworking. Most of the time when he didn't go to class, did not do homework, and did not train, he was waving his wand in the corner of the dormitory to practice magic.

Ron Weasley was different. He was not bad in talent, but was above average. However, due to his family background, he was like other playful and noisy little wizards. He could not concentrate in class for long enough. In this case, it was almost inevitable that he would be knocked off the stage by Draco.

"How was it? Was I handsome?" Draco said to Thorne after he got off the stage.

"Yeah, yeah, handsome!" The latter patted his shoulder and agreed.

The first round ended quickly, and Snape announced the start of the second round... The lunch was clearly on the table, but the old bat would not let the wizards who advanced leave, while those little wizards who were defeated or did not participate at all sat at the long table, eating and watching the show.

"Snape... I'll be on you sooner than later!"Thorne complained in a low voice.

Not long after, it was Thorne's turn again, and his opponent...

Draco, standing opposite, was also embarrassed like a scholar, constantly touching his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Uh...............why don't you go down by yourself?" Thorne said.

"No, give it a try." Draco refused.

"Begin!"

The two first bowed with their wands, and then Draco took the lead, and a Transfiguration hit the wooden board under Thorne's feet, and hard spikes suddenly grew out.

"This is a bit dangerous." Professor McGonagall frowned and said.

"You still have to believe in these young people. "Dumbledore responded.

And Thorne did not let Dumbledore get slapped in the face. He just waved his wand casually. The next moment, as if the space was disordered, he suddenly appeared in front of Draco with a red light, and then kicked him.

The latter was kicked off the platform directly, which was very embarrassing.

"Thorne... Fuck you!" Draco cursed while holding his stomach.

"I've told you so many times, next time you can go directly to Azkaban to find him." Thorne rolled his eyes and walked down the platform with the number plate.

Then he watched Draco raise his middle finger at him, and thought of the Slytherin table... and just started eating...

"......... Shit. "Thorne cursed inwardly as he looked at Draco who had abandoned him.

In the third round, Thorne was very lucky... to have a bye. Not only could he not eat, but he could only stand there helplessly and watch others go up to duel. He was fine.

"mmp!"

It was not until the fourth round that he finally matched an opponent, who was an acquaintance.

"Thorne Black, Hermione Granger, please bow to each other."

[I want to ask, those who say... Flesh Magic is like MC Brittle Osteopathy... is it really that similar? Although I did get the inspiration from playing that integration package, I think it has been almost unrecognizable in the novel, and I didn't expect it to be seen directly.]

[And my initial idea was not the so-called flesh magic, but a pure flesh transplant surgery, the kind of bloody surgery of cutting kidneys on the operating table, and later it was changed to a direct transplant of flesh magic.]