The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Since that day, Voldemort and his pet basilisk have been quiet for a long time. He had no choice, after all, the basilisk's eyes were taken out by Thorne. If he wanted to continue to spread fear in the school, he had to do it himself.

However, this was still a bit difficult for a young man who was in his teens mentally and in his thirties physically, and who might not even be fifty years old in total.

However, Voldemort couldn't wait any longer, after all, Hogwarts would be on holiday in a few days. For creatures like young wizards, except for a few otakus, such as Thorne, other Muggle wizards or pure-blood wizards would fly around the world on holiday.

It was worthy of the rich family assets accumulated by a certain bandit country after robbing the world for a hundred years, damn!

So Dumbledore speculated that Voldemort must have a big move in this last week, and Thorne was sure of it, because he was one of the unlucky guys who was decided to extract the vitality and magic to supply Voldemort's resurrection...

With him was the old acquaintance Hermione who had fainted. Strictly speaking, she was an accessory, after all, this was just a matter of convenience for Voldemort.

"Hello, Voldemort, can I call you that?" In the Slytherin Chamber, Thorne felt a little bitter. He just ate a piece of chocolate brought by Hermione, but Voldemort used space magic to replace the chocolate from Hermione's pocket in advance, so that he was in this state now, with his wand forcibly drawn out of his body, and a cup of magic-sealing potion poured into him, and he was tied to a pillar.

"Of course... I admit that you are very powerful, but you are still too young. Although I admire your ability and bloodline very much, you know that I don't have a good impression of those who disrespect me."

Voldemort began to draw countless tiny magic circuits on the ground with his wand. This will be his resurrection array.

"My fault, I should have prepared a few more stomachs... Maybe I could divide the stomachs into several portions." Thorne rolled his eyes.

"Do you think you have a second chance?" Perhaps this Voldemort is younger, not only is his brain stronger than last semester's Voldemort, but he also talks more.

"Maybe... However, although your face is now that bastard Lockhart... But... you have a good personality, at least better than you will be more than seventy years later. As the saying goes, a dying man speaks well. Listen to me, don't cut yourself into so many pieces after resurrection, it will affect your IQ." Thorne nodded.

"I still think you should worry about yourself." Voldemort shrugged and didn't take it to heart.

"Okay... By the way, do you know about symbiotic souls?" Thorne asked.

"I know, don't you? Although the two of you are almost combined." Voldemort said without raising his head.

"Can I die with a clear mind?" Thorne asked.

"I lied to you. The souls have merged to that extent. Even if you are resurrected, you will drool." Voldemort explained kindly.

"Thank you so much... and I'm sorry, maybe going directly to the world of the dead is a better destination for you." Thorne closed his eyes helplessly and murmured in a low voice.

"What are you mumbling about?" Voldemort raised his head and asked.

"I said which symbiotic soul I was talking to, do you believe it?"

Voldemort sneered and said, "When the magic power of the main soul in the symbiotic soul is weak, you can indeed hear the voice of the secondary soul. What did she say to you?"

"She said... magic power comes from the soul. Your magic-sealing potion only seals my magic power, not hers." Thorne said with a sunny smile.

"What?" Voldemort raised his head suddenly and looked at Thorne, who had broken free from his restraints at some point. At this time, he was taking out his stomach from his abdominal cavity, cutting it open and pouring out the strange black liquid frantically.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort decisively took out his wand and shouted loudly.

A green light shot out.

"Wait, wait, I'll be done soon." Thorne covered his body with a silk robe and flew up into the air to avoid the curse. He then grabbed a ball of water from the air and put it into his stomach, shaking it in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, there were three more Avada Kedavra curses, all of which he dodged quickly. Then he poured out the liquid in his stomach and put it back into the abdominal cavity.

"Uh... my stomach is so cold, I hope I won't have a stomachache when I go back." Thorne said with a cold face.

"Drink more hot water when you go back, otherwise you will easily have diarrhea." A gentle female voice sounded in Thorne's mind.

"It doesn't have that function. Aren't we one? Have you seen me go to the toilet?So?" Thorne complained, while reaching out his hand to grab the wand thrown aside.

"I've seen you take a bath..."

"Female pervert..."

"Distracted? You're looking for death!" Voldemort looked at Thorne chatting to himself there, and was a little angry for a moment, and shot three more killing curses.

But they were all dodged quickly.

"Don't you know anything else except the killing curse?" Thorne said casually and waved his wand. A gray-white breeze suddenly appeared in the secret room, and in the blink of an eye it swept into a hurricane and rushed towards Voldemort.

"What the hell is this? The killing curse plus the hurricane curse?" Voldemort dodged it narrowly and said in surprise.

"I'm not as low as you. "

Thorne rolled his eyes, and the hurricane suddenly spread out into wisps of annihilation, rushing towards Voldemort from all directions.

"It's not sensitive, and it's not heavy. Your spell is just average!" Voldemort almost drained Lockhart's life, and burst out waves of magic shocks to disperse the wisps of wind. He gritted his teeth and roared at Thorne who was flying in the sky.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are right. "Thorne nodded and shook his wand. In an instant, the Silent Wind that was flying in the air and rushing towards Voldemort suddenly burned with a blue flame and rushed towards Voldemort without slowing down.

The latter noticed that Lockhart's vitality was already exhausted, and knew that he would only be exhausted to death if he continued like this. Looking around, he finally found a way to break the deadlock.

Voldemort suddenly dodged and appeared beside Hermione. His magic power was still so strong, and there was a disgusting smile on his face.

"If you continue to attack so recklessly... your little friend will die."

Thorne rolled his eyes and said a sentence that made Voldemort slap himself.

"You are holding her hostage, why should I stop?"