The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

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

"So beautiful!" She happily raised the bookmark to her eyes.

"It's more than just a bookmark." Tom proudly described the function of the bookmark, which made Hermione open her mouth in surprise.

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

"Hehe." Tom was very proud: He had to kill countless hairs to make this, of course it was very powerful!

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

"No matter what you're going to do, I can help you with anything."

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Relaxation, peace of mind, comfort.

Tom had not been so relaxed for a long time. He didn't need to think about anything, didn't need to worry about anything, and didn't need to study magic, carve runes, or practice spells every day. All he needed to do was lean on the tree trunk and watch the white clouds drift by. The lake water is sparkling.

Hermione sat next to him.

Tom's hand moved little by little to Hermione's and gently held her hand. Hermione didn't move away, she trembled slightly, and then intertwined her fingers with Tom.

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

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

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

"What's wrong?" Tom asked.

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

After a while, he said in a voice like a mosquito's hum: "The socks have slipped down."

She didn't expect that as she walked, the socks would slip out little by little, sliding from her ankles to the soles of her feet.

This feeling is a bit uncomfortable.

Hermione's face was already red.

"Put the socks on again. What a big deal." Tom thought it was something, but it turned out to be such a small thing.

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

During the process of wearing them, her toes were slightly raised, and the socks perfectly outlined the curves of her feet. She put her socks on and then lifted them up to prevent them from falling down again.

Then Hermione pointed her toes at the boots, stretched her feet in, pinched the uppers, kicked her legs, and put the boots on.

After doing this, Hermione's cheeks were so red that they were almost dripping with water.

"Well..." Hermione, who had never done anything like this before, was a little nervous. She quickly rearranged her shoes, and then looked at Tom, and she found that Tom had his eyes open, staring intently.

"All forgotten! All forgotten!" Hermione reached out and patted Tom's head several times.

But after a while, the two of them laughed happily together.

Happy time always flies by.

"It seems it's time for lunch." Hermione noticed that it was already noon before she knew it. They stood up together, dusted off the dirt on their bodies, and walked towards the castle.

When we walked into the auditorium, we were just in time for lunch.

The students were enjoying a sumptuous lunch in the auditorium, and Tom and Hermione were a little hungry, so they naturally joined in the feast: barbecue, bacon, sausages; lettuce, stews, mixed vegetables, everything.

When Tom and Hermione walked out of the Great Hall after dinner, Harry and Ron were just in front of them.

Ron had been miserable this week.

The Lockhart speeding incident happened on Wednesday, and on Thursday morning he received a shouting letter from Mrs. Weasley - although Lockhart drove the car, Mr. Weasley also committed a serious crime, and he is The Ministry of Magic was summoned for review. After all, it was outrageous that Arthur Weasley, a member of the Office for the Misuse of Muggle Articles and a heavy hitter during the inspection, actually had a magically modified Muggle car at home. It's completely like the magic world. Only state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps.

Even if there were no pure-blood families who took advantage of the situation, this was a very bad thing - Arthur deliberately left a loophole when writing the law: as long as he did not plan to use the car to fly, then this kind of modification would be legal.

Then Mr. Weasley suffered. It is foreseeable that he will be trapped in the whirlpool of scrutiny for a long time to come. But luckily, the main responsibility for this matter was taken down by Lockhart, who used krypton gold to solve the problem.

Mrs. Weasley came to her senses and gave Ron a harsh lesson: a howling letter. Of course, this kind of letter is not a problem at all as long as you are thick-skinned enough.

But the next question is the big one: the wand.

The roaring will pass if you tolerate it, but if a wizard doesn't have a wand, he has to resort to wandless spellcasting. Apparently, Ron couldn't cast spells without a wand.

Ron's wand was broken in the accident, and with Lockhart's "help" it was broken into two pieces. Lockhart himself had no intention of compensating. He directly modified Ron's memory to make him think that it was entirely his fault...

So Ron could only borrow some magic tape to repair the wand, but the broken wand could not be repaired by ordinary magic tape. Even if his wand was connected together, it would still crackle and spark from time to time. Later, when Ron was trying to transform a beetle in Transfiguration class, his wand blew out a plume of gray smoke that smelled like rotten eggs.

Even if he encountered such a problem, Ron did not dare to write a letter to his family to inform him of the matter.

"This damn wand!" Ron complained. Just as he was eating, Ron's wand emitted a string of sparks and set a hole in his robe.

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

"Yeah, and then getting another howler letter..." For Ron, it was just too shameful to get another howler letter.

That was the brief exchange that Tom heard, but it was enough for him to understand what was going on.

But the wand... it's really not a problem for him.

Although he doesn’t know how to cultivate, he can do it!

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

Ron's eyes lit up, "Really? Look at my wand. Can it still be saved?"

Tom and Hermione took Harry and Ron to an empty classroom.

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

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

Good night~

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