The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"What happened to him?"

"Maybe it's because of your father. Have you read History of Magic recently?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh, you know, I have. Not only have I read it, but I also know that my father is a...Death Eater." Thorne said.

"But as far as I know, he has been a Death Eater for so long and has not killed anyone. I am very touched by this." Dumbledore added.

"I don't know about this..."

"So what I want to say is that I don't want to see you take someone else's life one day." Dumbledore interrupted Thorne.

"Why do you think so?"

"Remember the valley where we first met?" Dumbledore said.

"They deserve to die."

"Maybe, but you are different. You shouldn't be like those scumbags you hate the most. Can you understand?" Dumbledore said.

"Well, whether you believe it or not, I am a good person." Thorne said.

"I believe you, you are a good person." Dumbledore closed the topic this time.

"Thank you. I'll go back and read a book."

"It's boring for a child to read so many books. There is a black lake, lawns, and Quidditch field outside the castle. Isn't that more fun than reading a book?" Dumbledore rolled his eyes and complained.

........

"So, this is why you didn't sleep after lunch and pulled me out of bed to accompany you around the black lake? Let me see this broken stone? Are you a child? You finally got a toy and you come to show off to others?" Thorne complained with a face full of resentment.

"You are ignorant. Do you know what this is?" Dumbledore said, shaking the blood-red gem in his hand.

"The Philosopher's Stone."

"......How come you are not surprised at all when you know this is the Philosopher's Stone?" Dumbledore was not right at this time. His words were like an island country uncle seducing a little girl with a lollipop.

"How do you think I should react?"

"You should pretend to be shocked, and then start pestering me with questions, hoping to meet Nicolas Flamel, the creator of the Philosopher's Stone, through me, while secretly calculating how to put the Philosopher's Stone into your own pocket!" Dumbledore said faintly.

"......What's the use of this thing for me? And what do I want to do with Nicolas Flamel? To learn how not to die when I should die, and stay in the world to be a mummy without bandages who can't experience anything except being alive and breathing?" Thorne spread his hands, as if he couldn't understand why Dumbledore thought so.

"I really didn't expect you to be so free and easy." Dumbledore said in surprise.

"Hmm."

"To be honest, you've taught me a lesson."

"Hmm."

"Where are you going?"

"I think... I'm going underwater."

"Why?"

"........ Damn... Because this stinky octopus grabbed me!"

Thorne couldn't bear it anymore. With a thought, the magic wand appeared in his hand with a flash of red light. The octopus tentacles that were gently hooking his collar from behind were cut off and jumped around in the water.

Dumbledore looked at the big octopus that had floated out from the bottom of the Black Lake and started to cry in pain, and Thorne, who was holding the twitching octopus legs and swimming towards the shore, fell into deep thought.

"This big octopus... He doesn't hurt people. He... He may just want to play with you." Dumbledore said dryly in the end.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Thorne finally climbed out of the Black Lake, and fished the floating tentacles behind him, and casually made a fire on the grass, and then looked straight at Dumbledore.

"What?" Dumbledore asked in a daze.

"Conjure up a barbecue grill... and a knife, forget it, I'll do it myself." Thorne reluctantly summoned his wand and picked up two stones from the ground, thinking about the appearance of a barbecue grill, and finally as he waved his wand, a barbecue grill appeared there.

"Haha! I knew it! I have mastered flesh magic, and there is no more transformation magic!" Thorne was a little excited and punched the air twice.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Nothing special." Thorne exhaled and said.

"Uh... we don't need to be so modest. You can transform a barbecue grill in your first transformation. Your talent is very outstanding." Dumbledore explained.

"Well, normal level, normal level." Thorne transformed another kitchen knife.

".....Or should we stop bragging?" Dumbledore said faintly.

"Didn't you say I have a good talent?" Thorne rolled his eyes and complained.

"Good talent isWell... forget it, I'll go get some seasoning, you wait." Dumbledore said, and disappeared in a flash.

Not long after, he came back with a large amount of seasoning and put it on the ground.

"Let's get started." Dumbledore transformed a table for two people, set up the tableware for two people, and sat there with a licking face waiting.

"... What are you doing?" Thorne asked with a gloomy face.

"Uh... Waiting for dinner, what's wrong?" Dumbledore said as a matter of course.

After thinking for a moment...

"Okay. "Thorne waved his hand and began to process the octopus tentacles on the grill. After all, he was a little confused when he saw Dumbledore sitting there waiting for dinner. After all, he couldn't cook.

But... he cut off the octopus tentacles himself, fished them out, and put them on the grill. Now he said he couldn't cook and asked you to do it. It was a bit shameless.

So he had to bite the bullet and grill it.

Finally, two pieces of octopus that looked okay were put on the two people's plates. Dumbledore picked up the knife and fork and tasted it...

"How is it?" Thorne asked.

"It's unfair for the octopus..." Dumbledore said with a bitter face.

"Uh..." Thorne tried to take a bite. It had a weird taste, like eating a mouthful of crystal mud.

"Is there a possibility that this guy originally tasted like this?" Thorne retorted.

"No, no, no... I ate it once when I was young, and it was delicious. "Dumbledore shook his head.

"Maybe it's because of all these years."

"To this giant octopus, all these years are no different from a week or two."

"I mean you, your taste." Thorne continued.

"Impolite..."

Under Dumbledore's supervision, Thorne dug a hole and buried the remaining pieces of meat. It was not to bury them in peace, but because he felt that it was a bit cruel to throw them into the water and let the giant octopus eat his remaining limbs. Even if it didn't eat them, it would be heartbreaking to watch other creatures in the water eating them, so he buried them without hesitation.