"I don't need to... I just want to go back and take a shower. It's too smelly," Blake said.
"I don't need to go to the infirmary either!" Hermione quickly said.
Harry and Ron also quickly said they didn't need to go to the infirmary.
After confirming that they were not injured, Professor McGonagall agreed for them to go back to the dormitory and rest.
"You boys go back, I'll take care of this big guy," Professor Kettleburn said.
From the calm facade of this old professor, Blake saw a fleeting excitement.
It seemed that he was someone who shared the same interests as Hagrid.
The more ferocious magical creatures, the more attractive they are to them!
In fact... you could tell from his remaining arm and half a leg that he was restless.
When Professor Kettleburn passed by Blake, he clutched his cane and lightly patted Blake's shoulder with his right hand.
"Come have tea with me next time... I think I smell a familiar scent on you."
He winked at Blake and then excitedly walked towards the still-standing giant monster troll.
Blake politely nodded and then looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore also nodded at him, indicating that Blake should leave first.
He would handle things here.
So, Blake left the bathroom with Hermione and the others, but as Blake passed by a group of professors outside the door...
A palm-sized parchment suddenly fell out of his pocket and floated down to the feet of a certain professor...
When they left this corridor, Blake patted Hermione's shoulder.
"Can you come with me for a moment?"
Hermione was still in shock and actually wanted to go back to the dormitory to rest immediately, but since Blake called her...
"Then we'll go first."
Harry astutely said.
Then he tugged at Ron's sleeve, who was still standing there foolishly, and made him follow.
"Let's go too," Blake said.
"Okay," Hermione silently followed behind Blake.
After leading Hermione for a while, Blake arrived at the greenhouse that Professor Sprout had lent him.
Since Professor Sprout lent it to him, he hadn't brought anyone here.
Because the mutated plants he was cultivating were more dangerous than venomous tentacles.
So until they were fully grown, Blake didn't bring anyone in. But now...
The greenhouse had changed its appearance.
The large table that used to be in the middle was gone, replaced by an airtight tent.
And around the greenhouse were various fruits and vegetables.
These fruits and vegetable plants seemed much larger than ordinary ones, which surprised Hermione.
"Please have a seat... Would you like some fruit? Hmm... I remember you liked strawberries," Blake said.
After pulling out a chair for Hermione to sit, Blake waved his wand.
A strawberry almost as big as Blake's fist flew over.
It landed steadily in Blake's hand. He placed the strawberry in Hermione's hand.
Because they hadn't had dinner yet, Hermione was feeling a bit hungry and thirsty.
She looked at the bright red strawberry in front of her and took a small bite cautiously. The fresh and juicy flesh instantly improved Hermione's originally low mood.
"Is this... something you and Cassandra did together?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Hmm? No," Blake shook his head. "Why do you ask? In fact, you are the first guest I invited here."
"Oh..." Hermione responded softly, sounding relieved.
Blake picked a bunch of grapes and placed them on a makeshift table.
"I sought you out because I wanted to ask you a question."
"You... you were crying in the bathroom all afternoon..." Hermione's head lowered. But Blake still noticed that her face had turned red.
Blake continued, "Is it because of what that guy Ron said?"
"You... you heard it too?"
"Yes, I heard it too." Hermione fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Don't you think I'm your friend?" Blake said softly.
In theory, because of Blake, Hermione couldn't be considered completely friendless.
Even Cassandra, despite their constant bickering, could be reluctantly considered a friend.
So it was hard to justify Hermione's breakdown over Ron's comment about not having any friends.
The only explanation was that Hermione didn't consider Blake her friend.
"No! It's not like that... of course, you're my friend! My... best friend!"
Hermione explained anxiously.
"Then why did you..."
"I... that's because I... you..."
Hermione felt it difficult to articulate.
Ron's words were just a spark, igniting the negative emotions that already existed in Hermione's heart.
Blake remembered Hermione asking if this greenhouse was made with Cassandra and the others.
Then he carefully recalled Ron's words. Suddenly, he understood.
"Do you think that I often hang out with Cassandra, Hannah, and Penelope, but rarely spend time with you, so..."
"No... I... I mean... well, I did think that..." Hermione bit her lip. Her face turned as red as if it were about to bleed.
In fact, when she heard Ron say she had no friends during the day, she had scoffed because she knew she had friends.
But when Ronald mentioned that Blake was often with Cassandra, Hannah, and Penelope, and Hermione appeared the least, she felt like she had been struck in a vulnerable spot.
She couldn't help but recall recent encounters.
She realized that Ron was right. Blake had been coming to see her less frequently.
And Cassandra...
She had noticed the beautiful bracelet on Cassandra's hand, the same color as the blue feather pen.
And the mute bird she often carried... these things were definitely gifts from Blake.
Needless to say, Blake and Cassandra must have experienced some events together.
And she hadn't been involved at all... doubt began to creep into her heart.
Thinking about what Ron said, how he rarely saw her around Blake... her thoughts spiraled into a dilemma.
'Does Blake really consider me his friend? Or is it all just my imagination?'
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she wasn't Blake's friend.
In other words, she didn't actually have a single friend... and then she broke down.
The thoughts and imagination of girls are always so wonderful.
A simple glance can make them think of many unrelated things. Especially Ronald's piercing words.
Coupled with her extreme lack of confidence in socializing...
"Hermione, this is a misunderstanding. It's not that I don't look for you..."
"It's just... you go to the library to study right after class. You don't have much time to hang out with me, do you?" Blake said helplessly.
And then Hermione fell silent.
'Could it be... that's actually the case?'
As someone who loved studying, she did indeed go to the library to read and study right after eating... those thick books were just a pastime for her.
If she continued like this, it was natural that Ron and the others rarely saw her around Blake.
So, in a way, she had actually neglected Blake?
Realizing that it was her own fault that caused the misunderstanding, and that she had even been jealous of Cassandra receiving gifts from Blake, Hermione felt so ashamed that she wanted to disappear.
"Alright! Since the misunderstanding has been cleared up, and you've been so shocked today, then... let me give you a gift!" Blake stood up and said cheerfully.
"Huh? What... gift?"
Blake smiled, "Squat down, close your eyes, and open your mouth! I'll show you my gift right away!"
Hermione, "?"
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