The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Chapter 7



"Is it blackmailing me?" Thorne touched his chin and said.

"It's him." Dumbledore took out the old wand and healed Kreacher's wound and explained.

"But it's not human... and you didn't answer my question, this guy..." Thorne looked at the old Kreacher and felt a little uncomfortable subconsciously, and asked again.

"House elves will not deceive their masters, and I think you should still... respect him. He is also an independent life, and he has served your family for so long."

"I understand the truth, or let's go back to Hogwarts, don't you really want me?" Thorne asked suddenly.

"It seems that you don't want to stay here for a moment, okay." Dumbledore didn't finish Kreacher and stopped the two.

"Please... Kreacher lost the little master back then. It's normal for the little master not to like me, but, but at least go to see the old master, she is your grandmother, your grandmother." It said tremblingly.

"Okay." If possible, Thorne didn't want to say a word to the crazy old woman in the picture frame.

But then he thought, since he was here, and it was such a memorable place as the Black mansion, it would be incomplete if he didn't get scolded by the old witch.

"Please follow me. Please come." Kreacher took Thorne to a covered picture in a half-kneeling posture.

"Do you open it or do I open it?" Thorne asked.

"Of course not the owner." Kreacher said hurriedly, removing the cloth covering the painting.

"Kreacher! You idiot! And you! You..." [Here is a note, why did Black's grandmother speak ill of Thorne, because strictly speaking, Thorne was not a pure blood, his mother was a Muggle-born wizard, this matter was only known to Black, outsiders did not know, and Thorne would not know until Sirius was released in the third grade. 】

【As for why the pure-blood wizard Regulus dared to take a Muggle wizard... He dared to plot against Voldemort, what else would he not dare to do? 】

Before she finished speaking, she forced Thorne to snatch the veil from Kreacher's hand and cover it again, and then walked out without looking back.

"Master?" Kreacher was about to follow.

"The Black House still needs your care. We'll leave first, old Kreacher." In the end, it was Dumbledore who stopped Kreacher and allowed the two to escape.

"What do you think?" Dumbledore asked Thorne while walking on the streets of London.

"The old Black House? I don't have any ideas, but that old elf is disgusting."

"After all, he has served the Black family all his life and will serve you in the future. It's better to be gentle to him."

"I don't think I've degenerated to the point where I can't do housework." Thorne complained.

"It's hard to go from extravagance to frugality. Have you cleaned up at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked.

"No... maybe, just think of me as a face control, and simply hate Kreacher for being too ugly."

"Hmm, I also like beautiful things and beautiful people." Dumbledore sighed.

"What is this key?" Thorne ignored Dumbledore's sigh and took out the key that Sirius handed to him and asked.

"Gringotts' vault, the Black family is very rich, do you want to take a look?" Dumbledore asked.

"What is the purchasing power of gold galleons?" Thorne asked back.

"A first-year wizard can live very freely with ten gold galleons."

"Then go and take a look. Now that there is a vault, we can't expect to deduct money from you."

"Do you want to rob a poor old man of his pension money?" Dumbledore said, pretending to be pitiful.

"Uh... you are disgusting like this."

"Your repetition is even more disgusting." Dumbledore retorted without hesitation.

The big and the small were talking trash and in the blink of an eye they came to Diagon Alley, and once again to Gringotts.

Although these goblins were not much better looking than Kreacher, at least when they put on clothes, only the ugly face would be noticed, while Kreacher without decent clothes was not only ugly in the face.

This time Dumbledore asked Thorne to go to the front desk alone. The latter sneered at this childish behavior that seemed to cultivate independence, and walked to the front desk to hand the key to the old elf sitting at the desk.

The old elf looked at the key, then looked at Thorne's face, looked at the key, then looked at Thorne's face, and let out a long breath. Fortunately, he did not put on a bad face when the kid came to collect the admission galleons last time, otherwise, with the magical talent and dark psychology of the Black family, he would have a disaster within three years.

Thinking of this, he waved and greetedA new elf handed him the key and said, "711 vault, take this distinguished wizard with you."

Thorne looked at the young elf and followed him to a... mine cart?

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

"I can't believe you didn't vomit or even scream." The elf said in surprise after getting off the mine cart.

"Hehe." Thorne didn't want to say anything more to the elf, just threw the key to it to open the door.

In just a blink of an eye, the door opened, and Thorne walked in.

The vault, which was nearly the size of a football field, was filled with gold galleons, and all kinds of other jewelry were buried in the gold pile.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." He smacked his lips, bent down, grabbed a handful of galleons on the ground, and casually put them in his pocket, then looked around. There was nothing to see, but if you have to say, it was brilliant.

"Go back, I've got the stuff."

Thorne, who returned to the ground not long after, received the ice cream handed over by Dumbledore.

"Eat some, it will make your stomach feel better."

"My stomach doesn't feel bad." Thorne said in confusion.

"Ah? Oh, that's right." Dumbledore was confused at first, and then suddenly realized.

The two of them had a delicious meal in the office after returning to Hogwarts Castle. Before they could collapse in their chairs to digest the food, a knock on the door sounded at an untimely time.

"Come in, Hagrid." Dumbledore said as if he knew who it would be.

"Dumbledore, I brought the stuff for you. Oh, this............." The tall Hagrid walked in, put a small cloth bag on Dumbledore's desk, and then looked at Thorne, who was leaning on the chair to digest the food lazily.

"Hmm, do you want to introduce or should I?"

Thorne hummed with his eyes closed.

"?" Hagrid was very confused.

"He means he should introduce himself or I should introduce him. Thorne Black, the posthumous son of Regulus Black." Dumbledore explained.

"Regulus Black!" Hagrid suddenly exclaimed.

"Oh my God, what happened again?" Thorne opened his eyes because of the noise, and looked at the huge giant in front of him in silence.

"Uh...uh, nothing. Dumbledore, I'm leaving first." Hagrid left in a flash.


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