The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Thorne took out his wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm on the elf, then let him float through the window to Dumbledore's office. When he returned to the stands, Hermione told him that the first half of the game was over.

Seeing this, he quickly stood up and looked towards the Slytherin team's rest area, only to see Draco, who seemed to have a sixth sense, looking up and staring at him.

"Wow... maybe I should stay at Dumbledore's for a few days." Thorne sat back and murmured.

Soon, the second half was over. Draco's flying broom talent was not bad, and his dynamic vision was abnormal, but there was still a gap between him and the real Harry. Just like that, Slytherin lost.

Ron: "......I don't feel like I exist at all..."

After returning to the castle, Thorne went straight to Dumbledore's office, pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Dobby who was still unconscious and nodded. He knew the physical difference between wizards and magical animals, and the poison he gave Dobby was almost lethal.

"............Fuck?"

Thorne kicked Dobby, thought about it, and touched his forehead with the back of his hand.

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

Just as he was silent, Dumbledore also pushed the door open and walked in.

"Dumbledore, how is the body temperature of a house elf calculated?" Thorne asked.

"The body temperature is higher than that of humans, and the normal temperature is generally 39 degrees Celsius. What's going on? Is he having a fever?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well........a low fever." Thorne replied.

Dumbledore also touched it curiously.

"It looks like it has been cold for a while." He said faintly.

"The soul is still in his body. I think it can still be saved." Dumbledore said as he took out a bottle of black potion from the cabinet behind him.

"What the hell is this?"

"Give his heart a little potion stimulation." Dumbledore said as he poured the potion into Dobby's body and then looked at Thorne.

The latter nodded, summoned the wand's flesh and blood magic to continuously bless Dobby's flesh and blood. Various vitamins and stimulants entered Dobby's blood desperately, slowly restoring his internal organs.

"Huh!!!!"

Dobby suddenly made a terrifying low hoarse sound. Seeing this, Thorne stood up and kicked it in the back from behind. In an instant, Dobby coughed up a blood clot from his throat.

"Whose elf are you? There is no you in Hogwarts." Dumbledore saw Dobby alive and asked calmly.

"Draco's... but it should have nothing to do with the notebook." Thorne answered quickly.

"Well...what are you doing here? Steal something?" Dumbledore continued.

"Not stealing anything. I was about to cast a spell to control the Bludger when I found it. I think he was going to use the Bludger to smash the lucky player to death." Thorne answered again.

"Dobby didn't want to smash Harry Potter to death!" Dobby, who had just been snatched back from the hands of the Grim Reaper, was obviously not very clear-headed. When he heard someone misunderstood him, he immediately refuted, as if he had drunk a truth serum.

"It's Harry, what do you want to do?" Dumbledore continued.

"Hogwarts...is not safe, Dobby...has to protect Harry...Potter." Dobby said intermittently.

"Unsafe? Why is it not safe?" Dumbledore continued.

"Dobby can't say."

"It should be that notebook." Thorne said as he sat on the chair.

"Well...what is that notebook?"

"Dobby doesn't know...Dobby can't say."

"It's useless...throw it out." Thorne said when he saw it.

"........" Dumbledore looked at the dizzy Dobby in silence for a while, then turned his back.

Seeing this, Thorne waved his hand and lifted Dobby up, protecting him with layers of magic, and finally flicked him out of the window. In the blink of an eye, Dobby flew far away. When he regained consciousness, he returned to Malfoy Manor by himself.

"...............This notebook..." Dumbledore was just talking when he was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Dumbledore! Oh, and Mr. Black!"

Lockhart, dressed in powdered hair, pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Dumbledore and Thorne who were sitting opposite him and greeted him.

"......"

"Mr. Lockhart...what's the matter?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"Uh...you should call me professor...right?" Lockhart said awkwardly.Thorne rolled his eyes upon hearing this, while Dumbledore waved his hand and said, "This is not important. What's the matter?"

"Oh, well, I'm planning to reopen the Dueling Club at Hogwarts. Do you approve it?" Lockhart asked.

"Dueling Club... This club has not been revitalized for a long time. This is indeed necessary. I will discuss it with Professor Flitwick later." Dumbledore said with his hands crossed on his chest.

"Uh... Dumbledore, this is my suggestion." Lockhart said.

"Um... What's wrong?" Dumbledore looked up and asked.

"I mean, Dueling Club... I proposed this matter, you should discuss it with me." Lockhart said bluntly.

"I think Professor Flitwick is a better candidate... After all, you still have to deal with your fan letters." Dumbledore replied.

"No, no, no... My fan letters are very easy to deal with. What I really hope is that I can restart the Dueling Club so that I can..." Lockhart was suddenly interrupted by Dumbledore halfway through.

"What are you going to do?"

"... No, no, no, nothing, I just want to... accumulate materials for my new book, you know." Lockhart immediately laughed awkwardly twice.

"I still have to remind you, Mr. Lockhart, the position at Hogwarts is not a tool to accumulate materials for your new book, and the little wizards are not your fan club. I think you should still... focus on improving your magic level, don't you think?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Uh... So the Dueling Club and I..."

"It has nothing to do with you."

Lockhart was a little anxious and was about to walk towards Dumbledore's desk to try again, and the latter gave Thorne a look.

Thorne immediately relaxed his frown and waved his hand casually. A huge force was suddenly exerted on Lockhart, and the waist bag that was originally quite straight was bent down in an instant.

"Ah-ah!! Ah!! Ah!! Dumbledore, Dumbledore, look at Dumbledore!" Lockhart screamed.

"Is there anything wrong with what he did?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"I... I'm fine." In the end, Lockhart gave in and ran out of Principal K's office as if he was escaping.