Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

Sisley took the glass bottle in Hermione's hand and flicked it gently. After a while, the original glass bottle turned into an injection.

"Reach out," Sisley said.

"This... can you do this?" Hermione looked at Sisley's completely amateurish posture and reluctantly handed over his hand.

"It's not difficult, find the blood vessel, and then push the medicine in..." Sisley casually transformed a rubber rope, squeezed Hermione's wrist hard, and then raised his hand high to slap it.

"Take it easy," Hermione said quickly, looking at Sisley's open and closed attitude.

Snapped!

"Ah! Don't tell me to be gentle!" Hermione said coquettishly.

"Necessary preparations. If you are afraid, close your eyes." Sisley pretended to flick the needle, then took Hermione's hand and looked at it carefully. When he found a conspicuous blood vessel, he was about to remove the needle. Push inside.

"Are you confident?" Hermione asked tentatively, looking at the shining needle.

"Of course, and it's just a blood vessel..." He said and gently inserted the sharp needle.

"Ah! You were pierced!" Hermione suddenly retracted her hand, and blood could not stop oozing from the back of her hand.

"Uh...did I accidentally go astray just now?"

"It's not that it's deflected, but my blood vessel was pierced...I can feel it. If you apply a little more force, you might hit the bone directly..." Hermione used a silk scarf. He kept wiping the blood on the back of his hands and said.

"Come back later, let's stop the bleeding first." Sisley then took out a roll of magic bandage from the ring and bandaged the wound just now.

"Do it again, trust me."

"Be gentle...even if you pierce it wrongly, it's better than piercing it all the way through." Hermione put her hand over and warned.

"OK OK." Sisley nodded.

"Hiss—I didn't prick it right..."

"Ah! This is the third time."

"Change your hand, the back of this hand..." Sisley said awkwardly.

"No, I still have to do my homework on the other hand. I'm not as cool as you every day..." Hermione stuck out her tongue at him like an angry kitten.

"Okay, let's use this hand again. Turn it over and let me look at the palm of my hand...eh? This one..." Sisley started gesturing with the needle again...

"! That's not a blood vessel! That's a tendon!" Hermione quickly stopped as Sisley pointed a needle at an obvious bulge on her wrist.

"Huh? Is this a tendon?"

"Of course, you don't have one!"

"I really don't. If you don't believe me, look at it." Sisley said, showing his wrist so that Hermione could see it clearly.

"Who knows what your body structure is? These are tendons, not blood vessels. You should look for them on the back of your hand..." Hermione thought of the riddled back of her hand, but still endured the pain and said.

"Forget it, maybe I don't have any talent in this area, let's still..."

Sisley was picked up by Hermione mid-sentence.

"Going to Madam Pomfrey, a professional?"

"No." Sisley flicked the injection in his hand and turned it back into a medicine bottle and handed it to Hermione.

"Just drink it." Sisley said softly, trying hard to hold back his smile.

"Ok?"

"Ok!"

"Can you drink this medicine directly? Do I trust you so much? And then you rely on my trust to satisfy your little hobby." Hermione looked at the bandaged back and wrist and asked with sudden realization.

There was silence in the air...

"Big liar! Tell me, how many times have you lied to me since we met." Hermione put the medicine bottle on the table nearby and pretended to be vicious and said.

"Well... I can't count. Since we met... I think it's an average of two to three times a day." Sisley said while trying to hold back his laughter.

"On average...two to three times a day!" Hermione squeezed out this voice from between her teeth.

"I thought you had only lied to me six times since we met... I didn't expect... an average of two to three times a day... you guy!" Hermione stamped her foot forward fiercely, He wanted to give Sisley's foot a hard stomp... but he missed it and was dodged in advance.

"Hey! Hermione, Hermione? Don't be angry, you know, it was just a friendly joke at most." Sisley slowly stepped back and explained with his hands spread out.

"big liar!"

Bang!

"Uh, my head...does your head hurt?" Sisley got up from the floor and asked Hermione who was standing.

"Don't expect me to forgive you easily this time." Hermione pulled Sisler up and sat on the chair, sulking.

"Don't be angry, it's just a friendly joke. Come on, drink this." Sisley reached out and took the medicine bottle into his hand and handed it to Hermione.

Hermione was still sulking with a grimace on her face, and turned her head to the side without looking at Sisley.

"Hey! Hermione? Hermione! If you keep doing this, I'll leave! I won't tolerate your little temper!" Sisley kept poking Hermione's fair and tender face with the medicine bottle, constantly annoying her. Looking at Hermione.

"Can you be more mature? Don't be so childish!" Hermione said through gritted teeth as she stared at the wall beside her with dead fish eyes.

"I'm only thirteen, isn't this normal?"

"You do know that you are thirteen years old at this time..." Hermione was a little angry, and her tone was no longer so aggressive.

"Aren't you angry?" Sisley raised his eyebrows and said.

"No, still angry!"

"Eh...I originally thought of giving you a gift, but I didn't expect that I gave it wrong." Sisley said pretendingly.

"That's not what makes me angry," Hermione muttered under her breath.

"So I lie to you two to three times a day on average? That's really just a joke. Otherwise, why would I say it so bluntly?" Sisley said with a black line on his head.

"It's not..."

"what is that?"

"I'm so angry that you really said it so openly and so naturally, as if you weren't afraid of me being angry at all."

At this point, Hermione took a deep breath and said, "Are you not afraid of my anger at all? Or are you determined that I can't live without you?"

The corners of Sisley's mouth twitched, wanting to laugh but holding back deeply.

"Look at you now, you must be suppressing your laughter. You have always thought this way, that I can't live without you. I will always look like that in your eyes. If you wave, you will come over with a smile, and if you wave, I will be dejected. There is no dignity at all in leaving." Hermione said, holding her shoulders.

"No, absolutely not." Sisley quickly corrected his attitude and said seriously.