The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Third grade... I was only in third grade, and he asked me to travel through time to save Sirius, but he made me rob the time converter myself, and I had to go to the Ministry of Magic to settle the account after I came back."

"In fourth grade, he knew that Voldemort was about to be resurrected and might have a big one in the Triwizard Tournament, but he asked me to be the champion of Hogwarts. Moreover, the original eligibility for the Triwizard Tournament required those over 17 years old, but he personally went to the court to fight with the other two principals in order to let me play."

"What I can't stand the most is that he has an extremely hot temper in private, and he beats people at any time! Look at me." Thorne stood up and lifted up his shirt, showing Harry the bruises he had just caused with flesh magic.

Sirius: "Huh???"

"He...he...Dumbledore he..." Harry said tremblingly.

"Dumbledore is fine, because most of these things are made up by me, and I work for him voluntarily." Thorne suddenly smiled and said, and the bruises on his waist disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Thorne?" Harry said faintly.

"Huh?"

"I'll kill you!"

Bang!

......................................

Time passed, and I don't know how many days and months...

"Are you eating? It's a good time to come and see what's happening outside." Sirius walked out of the fireplace and looked at the people who were eating breakfast.

"What's going on?" Thorne looked up and asked.

"Well... First of all, let me see, Azkaban was attacked, and all the Death Eaters escaped from prison. This was done by Voldemort, and the Dementors were out of control and no longer obeyed the Ministry of Magic."

"I expected it, is there anything else?"

Sirius sat down and flipped the letter in his hand a few more times...

"Well... Dumbledore is going to reconvene the Order of the Phoenix. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​a civilian resistance organization founded by Dumbledore to resist Voldemort. Although its combat effectiveness is stronger than the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic tied together, it is still a civilian organization in theory."

"He wants to gather everyone in the Order of the Phoenix again, and he wants to use the meeting room and base camp here, the Black Mansion, because this place is big enough and safe enough, but I didn't agree first, so I came here to ask your opinions."

Thorne shrugged: "I have no problem."

"Me too." Harry said.

"Why doesn't Dumbledore hold a meeting at Dumbledore's house?" Draco rolled his eyes and complained.

"Then I'll write a letter to refuse." Sirius nodded.

"Hey, wait, I didn't say I don't agree. You all agreed, so there's no reason for me to refuse." Draco said quickly.

"Well... then I'll write him a letter to agree." Sirius said.

"Well."

The letter was sent in the morning, and the Weasleys arrived here in the afternoon, and Mrs. Weasley also brought a large number of meat, eggs and vegetables.

"It seems that I can eat better tonight. I don't know how good Kreacher's cooking is. I've been eating fast food for a while." Thorne said in a better mood.

"I don't know about Kreacher, but my mother's cooking is absolutely amazing." Ron came over and said familiarly, and Thorne also responded happily.

Ron is a standard Gryffindor. Although his personality is a bit reckless, he can also be said to be carefree. As long as it doesn't touch the bottom line of family and friends, dignity, and position, even if his head is twisted off, as long as it can be put back, he will not bear a grudge and will do what he wants next time he meets.

".............How about this, Ron, I'll give Kreacher to your family?" Thorne suddenly said.

"Please...please don't, Master, Kreacher is a member of the Black family." Kreacher suddenly jumped out of nowhere, which scared Thorne. He originally thought that he would hide somewhere, but he didn't expect that he would follow him all the time, so that he could hear everything he said.

"Uh...we should not take someone else's love." Ron said with a twitch of his mouth.

"Uh..." Thorne rolled his eyes, and then looked at Kreacher: "Excuse me, can you disappear?"

"Of course, Master!" Kreacher immediately became energetic when he heard that Thorne was not going to throw him away, and disappeared with a bang.

"You are quite polite." Ron thought for a long time and finally sighed.

"Hmm, why didn't Mrs. Weasley and the others bring that person...Percy this time?" ThorneNodding, he continued to ask.

"Of course it's because our most outstanding brother has become the confidant of the Ministry of Magic. He is probably selling hooks in Fudge's office."

One of the Weasley twins rolled his eyes and complained, and just as he finished speaking, a powerful spell flew from a distance and hit him hard on the head.

"Respect your brother!"

"Wow." Draco shrank his neck. Narcissa would not do this to him.

Thorne shrugged and stretched on the sofa. Although there were many people in the old house now, he was still wearing pajamas. After all, it was comfortable.

And then many people came out of the fireplace, including the familiar Lupin and a sloppy old Den.

"Hello, kids."

The man walked towards Thorne and the others in a familiar way.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"................Oh, Arthur! Did you miss me?" The man turned around awkwardly and walked towards the kitchen to harass the Weasley couple who were cooking.

After a while, some more people came in... I didn't recognize any of them.

"Hello, I heard you were here so I bought some snacks." One of the women who looked a bit like a bad girl carried a large bag of snacks and placed it in the middle, then found a sofa and nestled in without caring about her image.

"Um... who are you, big sister?" Draco asked.

"Call me Tonks. Actually, I have a little blood relationship with you... um... just blood relationship, not relatives. My mother is also Black, the same generation as your father and mother."

Draco looked at Thorne, who shrugged: "I've only been here for a few days, and the family tree keeps burning someone off every now and then, how can I recognize them?" Thorne shrugged.

"Um, you're right, my mother was indeed expelled from the Black family."