Capítulo 111: Chapter 111 Passing Wandmaker's Apprentice
Hermione opened the gift box Tom gave her and took out the golden leaf bookmark from inside.
"So beautiful!" She happily held the bookmark up to her eyes.
"It's more than just a bookmark," Tom proudly described the functions of the bookmark, leaving Hermione amazed with her mouth wide open.
"So impressive!" Hermione was astonished by the functionality of this bookmark.
"Hehe," Tom chuckled triumphantly. It was something he had crafted after countless attempts, so he felt quite proud of it.
Hermione carefully placed the bookmark back into the box and then put it away.
"Whatever you plan to do, I can help you with anything," Tom said.
...
Relax, be at ease, and comfortable.
Tom hadn't relaxed like this in a long time. No need to think about anything, no need to worry. No need to study magic every day, carve runes, or practice spells. All he needed to do was lean against a tree, watch the clouds drift by, and gaze at the rippling lake.
Hermione sat beside him.
Tom's hand gradually moved to where Hermione's hand was, gently taking hold of it. Hermione didn't pull away; she shivered slightly, and then her fingers interlocked with Tom's.
Hermione's fingertips were a bit cold, soft to the touch, and her hand felt slender.
Tom was getting a bit sleepy; he had been up early to meet with Professor Lohart, and now he was starting to feel a bit weary.
Seeing Tom seemingly on the verge of falling asleep, Hermione subtly wiggled her toes, and her feet moved restlessly for a few moments.
"What's wrong?" Tom asked.
Hermione didn't expect Tom to notice, and blushing, she said it was nothing.
After a short while, she said in a mosquito-like voice, "My sock slipped down."
She hadn't realized that, as she walked, her socks had gradually slipped down, sliding from her ankles to the soles of her feet.
It was an uncomfortable feeling.
Hermione's face was already flushed.
"Well, put the sock back on. It's not a big deal," Tom thought it was some serious matter, but it turned out to be this minor issue.
Hermione curled up her leg, grabbed the heel of the boot, and gently took the boot off. As she pulled it down, the boot revealed her smooth calf and the gray ankle sock that had slipped down to the tip of her foot. She delicately lifted the soft gray sock and put it back on.
During the process, she raised her toes slightly, and the sock outlined the curves of her foot perfectly. After putting the sock on, she lifted it again to ensure it wouldn't slip down.
Then Hermione pointed her toe at the boot shaft, slipped her foot back in, pinched the boot's collar, and, with a kick, put the boot back on.
By the time Hermione finished, her cheeks were almost dripping with water.
"Ugh..." Hermione, who had never made such a move before, was a bit nervous. She quickly adjusted her shoes and then looked at Tom, only to find him staring at her with wide-open eyes.
"Forget everything! Forget everything!" Hermione reached out and patted Tom's head several times.
But after a while, they both burst into laughter.
Happy times always pass quickly.
"It seems like it's time for lunch," Hermione noticed that it was already noon without realizing it. They stood up together, brushed off the dirt on their clothes, and headed towards the castle.
Entering the Great Hall, they coincided with lunchtime.
Students were enjoying a sumptuous lunch in the Great Hall, and Tom and Hermione, feeling a bit hungry, naturally joined the feast: roast meat, smoked meat, sausages; lettuce, stewed vegetables, salad, everything was available.
After Tom and Hermione finished their meal and walked out of the Great Hall, Harry and Ron happened to be in front of them.
Ron had a miserable week.
On Wednesday, the flying car incident with Lockhart happened. On Thursday morning, he received a howler from Mrs. Weasley—although Lockhart was the one driving the car, Mr. Weasley was also in trouble. After all, a member of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office had a magically modified Muggle car in his possession. It was completely unreasonable. It was like in the wizarding world, only officials were allowed to set fires, not ordinary people.
Even without the condemnation from pure-blood families, this was still a severe problem—Mr. Weasley intentionally left a loophole in the laws: as long as he didn't plan to fly with the car, the modification was legal.
So, Mr. Weasley got into trouble. Fortunately, the main responsibility for this incident was shouldered by Lockhart, and Lockhart solved the problem with gold.
Once Mrs. Weasley
regained her senses, she gave Ron a severe reprimand—via a howler. Of course, if you had thick enough skin, a howler was not a problem at all.
But the next problem was more troublesome: wands.
A howler could be endured, but wizards couldn't do without wands. Facing the broken wand, Ron, with the "help" of Lockhart, managed to break it into two pieces. Lockhart himself was not compensating for anything; he directly modified Ron's memory, making him believe it was entirely his own fault...
So Ron could only use some magical tape to patch up his wand, but the broken wand couldn't be fixed with ordinary magical tape. Even after being pieced together, Ron's wand still occasionally made cracking sounds, emitting sparks. Later, during a Transfiguration class when Ron attempted to transfigure a beetle, his wand spewed out a gray, egg-smelling smoke.
Even facing such a problem, Ron didn't dare to write home to inform his family.
"What the hell is wrong with this wand!" Ron complained. Just after finishing his meal, Ron's wand spat out a burst of sparks, burning a hole in his robe.
"Really, write home and ask for a new one," Harry suggested, offering the most sensible advice.
"Yeah, then get another howler..." For Ron, receiving another howler was too embarrassing.
This was the brief conversation Tom overheard, but it was enough to understand what had happened.
But wands... that wasn't a problem for him at all.
Though he couldn't repair wands, he could make one!
"Ron, what's wrong with your wand? During the holidays, I worked with Mr. Ollivander; perhaps I can help you," Tom said.
Ron's eyes lit up. "Really? Could you look at my wand? Is there any hope for it?"
Tom and Hermione, with Harry and Ron, went to an empty classroom.
Tom carefully examined Ron's wand. Indeed, it was beyond repair because the unicorn hair core inside was damaged, and part of the wood was missing.
Shaking his head, Tom pulled out a brand new wand.
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