Hermione read it once, twice. The tone of that note did not resemble the High Reeve’s speaking manner now, not even a bit. This note reminded her of a prideful schoolboy, bragging to his friends at the breakfast table that his mother sent him a bag of candy while they all watched him red with jealousy. This note said, I can let you take as much as you want because I haven’t had a day of shortage in my life.