The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Voldemort was stunned for a moment. This shouldn't be the case. Logically, Thorne should be a good person.

Logically, Hermione should have a great influence on Thorne's heart, right?

Logically, he shouldn't be so decisive, right?

Logically... Logically, he shouldn't fail, right?

In just a moment of distraction, Lockhart's body was burned to ashes by countless annihilation winds carrying Fiendfyre, leaving only an empty book on the ground.

Thorne walked over, picked it up and opened it.

[You can't kill me! ]

"Really? I don't believe it." Thorne raised his eyebrows, and said that a blue Fiendfyre suddenly ignited in his hand.

A shrill scream could be faintly heard in the air.

Just like that, the diary turned to ashes.

"Okay, Voldemort is dead, stop pretending to sleep, wake up." Thorne waved the dust off his hands, then patted Hermione's face. He didn't know whether it was because of his strength or because Hermione was delicate, but her originally fair face suddenly turned red...

Fortunately, it was completely red.

"Do you know I'm awake?" Hermione opened her eyes carefully, looked at Thorne, and then looked around.

"Voldemort is dead, and Lockhart's body is gone, you can't see it." Thorne shrugged and explained.

"I'm looking for which sister." Hermione said.

"Uh..." Thorne looked up at the illusory girl walking around in his field of vision, and didn't know what to say, mainly because he didn't know how to describe this form, but fortunately the girl came over and explained.

"I don't exist in the real space. Your eyes receive images and form pictures in your brain. I just enjoy the false freedom in this image, so I am still in your brain now, and only you can see me."

After Thorne explained to Hermione, the latter nodded.

"Then can she see me?"

Thorne was silent for a while and nodded and said, "Yes, and she is still touching your head, although she can't touch it."

"Okay..." Hermione fell silent instantly after she finished speaking. Obviously, she was very talkative when they were alone in the past, but now she was like a dull gourd.

"Just say... I have returned to your soul again. I can't hear you talking, so she told you." The girl suggested in Thorne's mind.

"..........She has returned to my soul and can't hear us talking." In the question of deceiving Hermione and listening to the girl's opinion, Thorne handed in a perfect answer.

He listened to the girl's opinion and deceived Hermione.

"Did you know I was awake at that time?" Hermione asked carefully.

"When?"

"When the mysterious man held me hostage."

"Yeah, I know."

"So I am so unimportant? I can die with the mysterious man casually, and you don't even bother to lie to me?" Hermione wiped her eyes and said bitterly.

"......" Thorne was silent for a moment, and the girl in his eyes quickly suggested: "Just say that if you show your weakness, Voldemort will be able to rest and he will also take Hermione's vitality."

"I didn't dare to show my weakness? What if Voldemort absorbs your vitality after I show my weakness?"

"I will be heartbroken if anything happens to you."

"No, no, no... I really can't say this."

"It will be more effective if you say it."

"..... I'm afraid something will happen to you... I will be heartbroken if anything happens to you."

Thorne once again became someone else's mouthpiece, and shamefully said the lines that were inconsistent with his personality.

Hermione looked up at Thorne, whose face was red. In fact, he was ashamed of his rebellious remarks, but in Hermione's eyes...

"He's shy... So cute! Want to..."

Boom!

A fierce red flame suddenly broke out not far away, and Dumbledore walked out and looked at Thorne.

"Where's Tom?"

"Dead, both dead."

"That's the body of the basilisk. It seems that Tom didn't rescue it." Dumbledore looked at the body of the basilisk in the corner again and nodded unconsciously.

"What do you think?" Thorne asked.

"It's a bit early to talk about Voldemort now, and he is dead without evidence, so the Daily Prophet will publish an article tomorrow, Thorne Black killed the thousand-year-old basilisk, how about it?" Dumbledore said.

"Uh... No interview?" Thorne said with a cold face.

"In the last interview, you made the script sound long and boring. You don't have to worry about it this time, Miss Granger. Shouldn't you..." Dumbledore said.Dumbledore looked at Hermione again.

"I can't go up." Hermione said awkwardly.

"Fawkes."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, a ball of fire suddenly rolled up Hermione's body, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where is the Horcrux? That diary!" Dumbledore asked Thorne hurriedly.

"I burned it with Fiendfyre."

"That's good... but don't let your guard down, he can't have only one Horcrux."

"I know." Thorne was a little tired, sitting on the floor and nodding.

"..."

"Anything else?" Thorne asked.

"... No, you go back." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Okay." Thorne nodded, and the silk robe appeared on his body in an instant, flying up along the pipe, but the embarrassing pipe exit had been closed, and people who didn't speak Parseltongue couldn't open the door.

But fortunately, Thorne still knew an unlocking spell.

Bang!

There was a violent explosion, and Thorne walked out of it, fanned the dust in front of him and walked out of the bathroom.

"Uh... Dumbledore will fix it." Thorne coughed twice and returned to the Slytherin dormitory.

"The dormitory built under water... Actually, I have always wanted to go to Slytherin or Ravenclaw. You have helped me realize my dream." The girl kept strolling in the dormitory, observing the furnishings of the dormitory and sighing.

"Hmm... I thought you were a Muggle wizard. Since you know this place, you should also be a child of a wizard family. How did you get caught there?" Thorne asked.

"I am not from a wizard family, and if you are from a wizard family, didn't you go there?" The girl said.

"From your appearance... you are not British, you have an oriental face." Thorne nodded helplessly and asked.

"Yes, people from the University of Tokyo, how should I put it? Don't you always think that you are a time traveler? Actually, it's not true. The memories before your time travel should be regarded as a mixture of our memories. In fact, you are an indigenous person." The girl said a little embarrassedly.

"....Uh...So...you are the time traveler?"

"Yes!" The girl nodded.

"Then your name is..."

[Collecting girl names, put up a flag here, it's best not to be the kind of Mary Sue, and don't be too popular, because it's easy to have the same name as others, causing unnecessary disputes. Naming is troublesome, so I'll leave it to you. Of course...If there is no particularly suitable one, I can only think of one myself. ]

[Believe in you, come on! ]