The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Everyone in the Quidditch stadium tacitly made way for the two.

Hogwarts is not like a traditional European college, where nerds with unsociable and weird personalities will be bullied by physics.

But this is Hogwarts, where everyone is a wizard, and they truly abide by the truth that knowledge is power.

Here, only the top students can bully the poor students, even if the top student has a bad personality, likes to meddle in other people's business, and is occasionally arrogant, and few people are willing to be friends with her.

Compared with Hermione's confidence, Parkinson seems a little nervous.

She is just an average person, and she doesn't practice magic like others every day, but she is obsessed with Draco. It can be said that the outcome of this duel has almost been decided. What she needs to study is how to make herself lose more decently so as not to lose Slytherin's face.

"What? Are you two going to bow to each other?" Draco sighed and complained.

"Of course not!" Parkinson said stubbornly.

Hermione, who was standing opposite her, hit the ground under Parkinson's feet with a freezing spell at zero frame, causing Parkinson, who was about to move to avoid it subconsciously, to kneel on the ground, and the ice under his feet shattered as expected.

"Full body confinement!" Hermione saw the opportunity and hit Parkinson with another spell. The Slytherin girl stood at attention immediately, like a frozen Jerry.

"Maybe you need to ask Madam Pomfrey for some hair growth potion, although I don't know if there is such a potion." Hermione said as she walked forward, a flame gushed out of the tip of the wand, burning Parkinson's hair like the surface of the moon, and it looked bumpy overall.

After the battle, the Slytherin team squeezed out the Gryffindor team and started training here, while Parkinson took off his wizard robe and wrapped his head, just like Professor Quirrell last semester, and walked towards the infirmary, hoping that Madam Pomfrey had a hair growth potion.

The rest of the Gryffindors also returned to the castle, except Hermione, who was sitting next to Thorne and reading a book quietly, while the latter was looking at an anatomy of magical creatures. After all, the phoenix had some difficulties recently, but the Thestrals were really close at hand. Anyway, Hogwarts had so many of them, so it wouldn't be a problem to steal one.

Moreover, in a flesh and blood transplant, the one that gave out flesh and blood would not necessarily die. The Thestrals' bones had the strongest smell of death, but they didn't have only one characteristic.

These days, he figured it out under Dumbledore's treatment. He transplanted unicorn bone marrow for the powerful vitality, and transplanting Thestrals' bones would just neutralize the vitality. Thorne decided not to do this kind of abstract work where one plus one equals zero.

But he didn't want to give up the huge benefits of the Killing Curse, so he had to look for some other strange parts of the Thestrals here.

"When are you going to go back?" Hermione suddenly said.

"As for me... I'll go back with Draco after training." Thorne said while staring at the illustration.

"Okay. Have you been staying at Hogwarts Castle during the holidays?" Hermione thought for a long time and decided to ask knowingly.

"No, I stayed at Draco's house for a while." Thorne said casually.

"Then why don't you come to my house..." Hermione asked faintly.

"Draco's mother is my aunt, and she wrote letters to Dumbledore for almost a semester, because they think Dumbledore imprisoned me and didn't let me go to them, it would be bad if I didn't go." Thorne spread his hands and said.

"Is that so... Before the holiday, I swore to my parents that you were coming, and they specially prepared dinner for four people." Hermione said a little disappointed.

"Life is full of regrets." Thorne replied.

"..........Don't you understand?" Hermione sighed and asked speechlessly.

"...What should I understand?"

"I am inviting you, the second...or third time to visit my home. My parents will welcome you very much." Hermione closed the book and put it aside and said seriously.

"It's different. You see I am...outgoing, right?" Thorne asked back.

"Yeah." Hermione nodded.

"But I am not good at making friends. Draco is my cousin. Crabbe and Goyle are Draco's friends and naturally became my friends. Hermione, you are the first person of my age who escaped from the institute, and you were...very proactive at the beginning. We became friends without realizing it."

"But apart from the four of you, I only know their names for the others. Some of them don't even know their names."I'm telling you something. Draco's mother is my aunt. I've never spoken more than 30 words to my aunt at his house, excluding that awkward dinner." Thorne complained.

"Are you afraid of contact with strangers?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not afraid of contact with strangers. I just feel that feeling... is very weird. I'm uncomfortable, and strangers are uncomfortable too." Thorne replied.

"If you don't feel comfortable staying with my parents, you can completely not stay with them."

"Then where to stay? I've always stayed in Draco's room at his house." Thorne shrugged and said.

"Then you can also stay in my room." Hermione said as a matter of course.

"................Do you think this is right? "Thorne frowned and asked.

Hermione was in a trance for a moment, as if she had overlooked something important, and then she quickly reacted, her little face turned red like a bubble teapot, and she simply lowered her head and looked at the nail polish she had just secretly painted, as if this method similar to pretending to be an ostrich could relieve her embarrassment.

"Ah.........My fingernails are so beautiful."

"Why are you blushing?" Thorne asked strangely.

"Hot!" Hermione answered subconsciously.

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

"Are you thinking about something............things you shouldn't think about at your age?" Thorne looked at Hermione's ghost appearance, combined with the European tradition of precociousness and the mysterious book under Draco's pillow, and came to this conclusion, and immediately said straight to the point.

"What......what things shouldn't be thought about...what else can't I think about at my age?" Hermione's window paper was broken, and her originally fair little face with only two red clouds immediately seemed to be burned, and she said stubbornly.