The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

"Leave it to you? Is that okay?"

"Oh, I'll pack it!"

Yin Yue wandered around the ward for two circles, as if she was brewing emotions, and suddenly said, "Apologize to her first."

"Sorry, Hermione, I was too harsh this time." Thorne said sincerely.

"Well............" Hermione sighed, and her hoarse voice sounded.

"Did I scare you?"

".........Why do I feel like you are my sister, coaxing me." Thorne touched his nose awkwardly.

"Hmm." Hermione closed her eyes and hummed a few times. She didn't plan to answer this question. If she had just thought that Thorne was a little wizard who was accidentally kidnapped, she could have acted coquettishly and teased him as a good friend.

But after seeing Thorne's bottle of memories related to Yin Yue, she could no longer get along with Thorne as heartlessly as usual.

.......After all, in that memory, Yin Yue was decompressed. It can be seen that Thorne has the flesh and blood magic that can heal itself, and the torture he will receive will only be more, not less.

So now his feelings for Thorne are more of a kind of.........sister's feeling for her poor brother...

"Why do I feel that you look at me with a trace of pity? To be honest, this is not the first time I have seen it in your eyes, but it has never been as obvious as today." Thorne raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Really?" Hermione reacted and blinked quickly. When she opened her eyes again, she had the same smart and cunning look as usual.

"......Forget it."

"Your mind is a bit confused. Aren't you always struggling with this question? It's just right. Just tell her directly that you returned the Black family vault to Sirius, and by the way, your relationship with Sirius is actually just like that."

"......I'm sorry for not buying you any decent nutritional supplements this time. I'll go back to Draco to make up for it." Thorne leaned back in the chair and said faintly.

"Oh? Is there a time when the eldest son of the Black family is short of money?" Hermione smiled with curved eyebrows.

"I have returned the vault to Sirius, and my relationship with him is just like that. I don't expect him to give me pocket money in the future. Fortunately, I am now in the third grade. I can go out to earn extra money during the holidays, or take care of some things for Dumbledore, so I won't be short of money." Thorne shrugged and said.

"It stands to reason that he is your uncle? How can the relationship be bad?" Hermione said with some surprise.

"Even uncles have to be divided into close and distant ones."

"Do you have enough money now?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"It's okay, what's wrong?" Thorne replied.

Hermione sighed and looked at the three or two seasonal fruits on the small table next to her. It didn't look like it was okay at all.

If Thorne knew what she was thinking now, he would be so embarrassed that his toes would fall to the ground. After all, he had done so many dirty and tiring jobs for Dumbledore, and even without the Black family vault, his life was very comfortable.

As for the thin fruit basket... Where can I buy a fruit basket this evening? I just stole it from Draco next door.

Hermione's heart sank as she saw Thorne's hesitant look. She raised her hand and reached for her coat hanging on the hanger beside her, and took out a small bag from it.

She cast a traceless retractable spell on this bag, which contained a lot of good things, such as the flying broom Y9000P, and...

"And..."

"I remember there was more... Oh, here!"

Hermione took out a handful of coins, including gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and copper Knuts. If all of them were exchanged for Galleons, there should be more than 30 Galleons, and she pushed them all to Thorne.

".....What the hell are you doing?" Even with Thorne's almost non-existent sense of morality, he couldn't help but swear.

"You're used to spending lavishly, and you probably can't stand being out of money all of a sudden. Spend these first, and I'll lend them to you." Hermione explained.

"Uh...it's really unnecessary, and I'm not a spendthrift."

"Come on, I've never seen the same robes and mithril jewelry you usually wear, so you're not a spendthrift? And when I'm short of money, I'll write to my parents and ask them to send me some gold. Gringotts doesn't recognize pounds, but they always recognize gold." Hermione patted Thorne's hand holding the robe and explained as if she was coaxing a child.

"Really, no need." Thorne kept saying this over and over again. As for his robes and jewelry, some of them wereIt was sent by Narcissa, and part of it was the mission bonus given to him by Dumbledore. It can't be considered as extravagant.

"............." Hermione sighed, and after a long silence, she asked: "What gift do you want for Christmas?"

"............F***" Thorne couldn't help but swear again.

"Don't swear." Hermione seemed to return to the realm of know-it-alls at that moment, just like in the classroom, she said this sentence without thinking at all.

But it seemed that the voice of this sentence was a little loud, involving the wound on her neck, and Hermione grimaced in pain again.

"OKOK, I won't swear anymore, please be gentle, if you accidentally break the wound, Madam Pomfrey will kill me." Thorne quickly supported Hermione's chest and said to her.

"Okay........." Hermione said with a sudden red face.

"Well...why is your face red?" Thorne nodded, and suddenly saw Hermione's strangeness and asked.

".........Did you do that on purpose?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Please be more specific!"

"What did you feel when you gave me a breath just now?" Hermione asked.

"It was just a normal breath, but I can't give you a breath with your back against the bed, so I can only give you a breath on your chest~~~" Thorne suddenly realized, and then said, "You are only thirteen years old, don't think about these things."

"Did I think so? It was obviously you........." Hermione pursed her lips and whispered softly.

"Okay, curfew is coming soon, the patient needs to pay attention, Mr. Black." At this time, Madam Pomfrey walked in and said.

"Okay, okay. See you tomorrow, you will be discharged tomorrow." Thorne stood up, waved to Hermione and walked out of the infirmary.

"It can be seen that she is really good to you, but in terms of emotional intelligence...........you two are the same." Yin Yue suddenly sighed after coming out.

"I suddenly feel short of breath." Thorne replied.

"Maybe your conscience has developed again." Yin Yue replied.