Chapter 90 (1/2)

I don't know how long he was busy. Ron stood by and watched the three people using the healing spell to restore the Gryffindor common room. And he is also frowning, bitter looking at his broken wand.

The moon climbed over the eaves. Fortunately, no one came down from upstairs during this period. We all worked on the train all day and were very tired.

After saying good night to Hermione, all three of them turned to the direction of the boys' dormitory.

On the doorplate, from the original first grade to the second grade, the students' even breathing sound was transmitted to the three people's ears through the door panel.

”It's exciting, isn't it?”

”Yes, it's really exciting.” Harry nodded heavily, and van Lin said exactly what he thought.

”Let's go in and sleep, and tomorrow we'll try to fix my wand.” Ron, with a sad face, pushed the door open.

”Good night, Harry.”

……

”Are you sure it's ok?” Hermione looks at Ron uncertainly.

Ron gets up in the morning and uses a kind of magic tape to stick the broken wand together. There is a funny yellow bag on the old wand.

Now Ron is trying to wave his wand, but it's a pity that nothing has happened except an unsteady spark of magic coming from the wand.

”Maybe you should think about it and change a wand.” Fanlin looked at Ron with uncertainty. Ron was in great danger. Fanlin saw the magic spark from his wand and made a burning point on the long table.

”How.” Ron looked dejectedly at his wand, which was still spraying magic sparks.

”If I tell my mother, my mother will kill me.”

”Then you can't use this wand.” Hermione put aside her book ”swimming with the vampires.”.

”That's it.” Ron helplessly put the wand aside, he did not want to deal with this stupid wand.

Harry sighed and wondered if he wanted to support Ron. The wand was terrible.

Fanlin was just beginning to eat wheat porridge when hundreds of owls flew overhead. They came in one after another and circled the hall. Then, letters and parcels were thrown into the chattering crowd. A large, bulging package hit Neville on the head. Just a second later, a gray object fell into Hermione's jar, spilling milk and feathers all over them.

”What?” Hermione frowned and wiped her book with her hand. It was very painful.

”Errol...” Ron, with a sad face, fished a gray owl out of the jar.

There was a red letter in Errol's mouth, and the people laughed when they saw it.

”Oh, no...” Ron's shrill cry rang through the hall.

”No problem. It won't die.” Hermione stroked Errol's feathers as she fed her food.

”It's not that, Hermione.” Van Lin tried to resist the smile, which made his voice very strange.

”Ron got another roaring letter from Mrs. Weasley.”