The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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Hermione opened the gift box Tom gave her and took out the golden leaf bookmarks inside.

"It's so beautiful!" She happily held the bookmark in front of her.

"It's not just a bookmark." Tom proudly described the function of the bookmark, and Hermione opened her mouth in surprise.

"So amazing!" Hermione was amazed by the function of this bookmark.

"Hey." Tom was very proud: this was made by killing an unknown number of hairs, of course it was amazing!

Hermione carefully put the bookmark back in the box and put it away.

"No matter what you plan to do, I can help you with anything."

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Relax, feel at ease, and be comfortable.

Tom hasn't been so relaxed in a long time, he doesn't have to think about anything, he doesn't have to worry about anything, he doesn't need to study magic, carve runes, practice spells every day, all he needs to do is lean on the tree trunk, watch the white clouds drift by, watch The lake is sparkling.

Hermione sat next to him.

Tom's hand moved little by little to Hermione's, and gently took her hand. Hermione didn't dodge, she shivered slightly, then intertwined her fingers with Tom.

Hermione's fingertips were cold and soft to the touch, and her hands felt a little thin.

Tom is a little sleepy: he got up early this morning to meet Professor Lockhart, and by now, he is indeed a little tired.

Seeing that Tom seemed to be about to fall asleep, Hermione quietly moved her toes, and her feet moved a few times restlessly.

"What's wrong?" Tom asked.

Hermione didn't expect that this action still made Tom feel it, and she blushed and said nothing.

After a while, he said in a mosquito humming voice, "The socks have slipped."

She didn't expect that as she walked, the pair of socks slipped out little by little, slipping from the ankle to the sole of the foot.

This feeling is a little uncomfortable.

Hermione's face was flushed.

"Then put on the socks again, it's a big deal." Tom thought it was something, but it turned out to be such a trivial matter.

Hermione curled her legs, grabbed the heel of her boot, and gently took it off. The boots were pulled down by her, revealing the smooth calves and the gray socks that slipped to the toes. She gently lifted the soft gray socks and put them on again.

During the wearing process, her toes were slightly upturned, and the socks just perfectly outlined the curves of her feet. After putting the sock on, she lifted it up a bit so it wouldn't fall again.

Then Hermione pointed her toes to the shaft of the boot, put her foot in, pinched the upper of the boot, and kicked the leg to put the boot on.

Hermione's cheeks were already red and almost dripping with water.

"Um..." Hermione, who had never done such a thing before, was a little nervous. She quickly rearranged her shoes, and then looked at Tom, only to find that Tom's eyes were open and his eyes were fixed.

"It's all forgot! It's all forgot!" Hermione reached out and patted Tom's head several times.

But after a while, the two also laughed happily together.

Happy times always go by very fast.

"Looks like it's time for lunch." Hermione noticed that it was noon before they knew it, and they stood up together, brushed the dirt off their bodies, and walked towards the castle.

When I entered the auditorium, it was just in time for lunch.

The students enjoyed a sumptuous lunch in the auditorium, and Tom and Hermione were a little hungry, and naturally joined the feast: barbecue, bacon, sausage; lettuce, stew, mixed vegetables, everything.

Harry and Ron were right in front of Tom and Hermione as they walked out of the Great Hall after dinner.

Ron has had a miserable week.

The Lockhart car accident happened on Wednesday, and on Thursday morning he received a roaring letter from Mrs Weasley - even though Lockhart drove the car, Mr Weasley had done a terrible job, and he was on the way. The Ministry of Magic was subpoenaed for review. After all, Arthur Weasley, a member of the Office for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Substances, who hit the ground running during his raids, had a magically transformed Muggle car at his home, which is really outrageous. It is completely in the magic world that only state officials are allowed to set fires, and people are not allowed to light lamps.

That's a bad thing even if there are no downed purebloods - Arthur deliberately left a loophole when writing the law: as long as he doesn't plan to fly in a car, the modification is legal.

So Mr. Weasley got it. It is foreseeable that for a long time to come, he will be caught in the whirlpool of censorship. Fortunately, the main responsibility for this matter was resisted by Lockhart, and Lockhart solved the problem with kryptonite.

Mrs. Weasley, who recovered, gave Ron a hard lesson: a roaring letter. Of course, this kind of letter is not a problem at all as long as you are thick-skinned.

But the next problem is deadly: the magic wand.

Yelling and believing you can bear it, but the wizard has no wand and can only resort to wandless casting. Obviously, Ron would not cast spells without a staff.

Ron's wand broke in the accident, and with Lockhart's "help", it broke in two. Lockhart himself has no intention of compensation. He directly modified Ron's memory, making him think it was his own problem...

So Ron had to borrow some magic tape to mend the wand, but the broken wand wasn't something ordinary magic tape could fix, and his wand would still crackle and spark from time to time even when it was attached. Later, when Ron tried to deform the beetle in Transfiguration class, his wand spewed out a plume of grey, rotten-egg-smelling smoke.

Even if he encountered such a problem, Ron dared not write to his family to tell him about it.

"That **** wand!" Ron complained, and just as he was eating, Ron's wand sent out a string of sparks, scorching a hole in his robe.

"Really, write to go home and ask for another one." Harry gave the most reliable advice.

"Yeah, and then another roaring letter..." To Ron, getting another roaring letter was too much of a shame.

This was the brief conversation Tom heard, but it was enough to make him understand what was going on~www.wuxiamtl.com~ But the wand...not really a problem for him.

Although he can't cultivate, he can do it!

"Ron, what's wrong with your wand? I worked at Mr. Ollivander's over the holidays, maybe I can help you."

Ron's eyes lit up. "Really? Look at my wand. Is it any help?"

Tom and Hermione took Harry Ron to an empty classroom.

Tom looked carefully at Ron's wand, and it was indeed hopeless. Because the unicorn core inside was damaged, the wood itself was missing a part.

Tom shook his head, Ron looked disappointed, but Tom pulled out a brand new wand.

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