The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

As soon as Thorne finished speaking, Draco on the other side was already sweating coldly. He had already thought about how wizards would curse him a hundred years later. They would say that he had corrupted the sanctity and contractual nature of wizard duels.

Perhaps the contractual nature of this wizard duel is very easy to circumvent, but it must not be circumvented by oneself! Absolutely not!

"What should I do?" Draco asked.

"Go to the appointment, what else can I do?" Thorne said as a matter of course.

"Go to the appointment... There are two of them, how about you be my duel assistant? To be honest, that Potter is quite good at magic, I will try my best to die with him, and then you can defeat that Weasley, and we won't be considered to have lost, how about it?" Draco looked at Thorne with a burning gaze and said.

"Uh... OK, you did this stupid thing yourself." Thorne said with a twitch of his mouth.

"Really, you are the best, I will buy you a gift!" Draco said with a smile.

"You'd better go to bed quickly, or it will be embarrassing if you can't get up at night." Thorne twitched his mouth and said.

"Okay, okay."

Midnight.......

Thorne was sleeping, and he felt someone shaking him constantly.

"Thorne, Thorne, get up, we still have a duel."

Okay, it was Draco who kept shaking him.

"Get up." He sat up from the bed, put on his clothes and shoes in a few seconds, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crabbe and Goyle are not awake yet." He asked again.

"No, I was afraid that they would be easily discovered if they followed, so I didn't call them." Draco replied.

"Smart, let's go." Thorne gave Draco a thumbs up and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

"It should be said that the Slytherin lounge is quite gloomy at night." Draco complained after walking out of the lounge.

"You're not afraid of ghosts, are you? If you are, you can play more with Nick the Bloody Barrow who is almost headless, maybe you will be desensitized." Thorne complained.

"Oh my god, that's not what I'm talking about. It's a feeling, you know?" Draco said speechlessly.

"Okay, okay."

.......

The two walked and talked all the way to the trophy display room, the room Draco said was used for wizard duels.

After arriving in the room, Thorne took a quick look and saw that there were quite a few people. Ron was talking to Hermione.

"Look, I said no one would joke about wizard duels, and they are here."

"Huh? Hermione?" Thorne looked at Hermione's surprised eyes and twitched his mouth.

"Are you going to ask why I'm here?"

"Well, that's not the case. After all, I'm here too." Hermione said awkwardly.

"That's good to know. When will you two start?" Thorne looked at Draco and asked.

"Now! Of course, if you are scared, I don't mind letting you go." Draco sneered at Harry.

"Humph, it's not certain who will let who go." Harry also sneered and walked forward.

The two took out their wands, put them on their chests and bowed to each other.

"How long do you think they will fight?" The three stood in the corner, and Ron suddenly asked.

"Who knows if they will fight each other, maybe they will throw their wands to their fists later." Thorne sarcastically said without giving them any face.

The duel process of the two was almost exactly the same as Thorne said. After a series of prank spells such as the front teeth as a stick and the talon tap dance, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

After all, Harry was destroyed by Dali throughout his childhood. However, it depends on who he is compared with. Compared with Dali, who is a small Tyson, Harry is the object of destruction, but compared with the wizard with high attack and low defense, Harry is suspected of dimensionality reduction.

Soon, Harry seized the opportunity, grabbed Draco by the collar, threw him forward, and pinned him to the ground, punching him one after another, and soon Draco lost his ability to resist, and was about to surrender.

"Uh... How pitiful." Thorne walked up and saw Draco's miserable state and said with a grin.

"We won, remember to abide by the rules and don't mess with Gryffindor again." Harry said happily.

"Don't talk so early, I can't continue the duel, and I should let my dueling assistant continue my unfinished duel." Draco retorted.

"Your dueling assistant, you also brought..." Harry suddenly stopped halfway through, looking at the smiling Thorne with a confused face.

"Well, if I can beat one... I should be able to beat... tie... I won't be defeated by him!" Harry said, holding the wand."Come on, let's do it as soon as possible." Thorne summoned his wand, held it against his chest and bowed slightly to Harry. When he looked up, he found that Harry had put away his wand and flew towards him with his teeth and claws bared, obviously wanting to use the experience of defeating Draco to defeat himself.

"Emmmm..." Seeing this, Thorne also put away his wand and held Harry's fist with one hand.

"Come on, you are very weak."

"You!" Harry was a little anxious and threw another punch. This time, Thorne didn't even raise his hand. Strands of blood suddenly appeared in the air, blocking Harry's fist firmly.

"What the hell is this?" Harry took a half step back and said.

"Flesh magic, the magic I am best at." Thorne explained, and the next moment the blood stabbed towards Harry fiercely. With the clear sound of flesh breaking, the latter's body soon began to bleed.

"Thorne! This is too much!" Hermione shouted immediately.

"Going all out is the greatest respect." Thorne said succinctly.

"Ron... I... I may not be able to do it..." Harry sat on the ground, leaning on Ron's arms, and said intermittently.

"Bullshit! You are just a flesh wound, it will heal by itself later, don't pretend!" Thorne spoke without hesitation and pierced the sentimental temperament of the two.

"You come to be my duel assistant, you fight him!" Harry ignored Thorne's spoiling the mood and raised his hand to say.

"Yeah!" Ron looked at Harry's green eyes and nodded vigorously, took out his wand from his pocket, tremblingly held it to his chest, and bowed slightly to Thorne.

..........

Puff!

"Hermione! We only have you left!" Ron said to Hermione, breathing out more than breathing in, as if he was dying.

"I'm not here for a duel!" Hermione said angrily.

"If you don't come, our Gryffindor really can't beat Slytherin." Harry also echoed.

"Gryffindor...can't beat Slytherin???"

This is definitely impossible in Hermione's dictionary, so...

Puff...

Thorne looked at the three blood gourds opposite and twitched his mouth awkwardly.

"I've said it before, going all out is the greatest respect for the enemy, do I respect you enough?"

Three people: "........Thank you!"