Chapter 690 Magic Wand

The wand bounced on the ground a few times, and Gulu Gulu rolled away far away.

After throwing away his wand, the little lion had no intention of picking it up quickly. After all, he was still a freshman and didn't know the importance of the wand to wizards.

He fell to the ground and cried loudly.

"Mom~Wow~there's a ghost~" the little lion yelled, hitting the ground unconsciously with his hands.

An open and honest lie.

Harry laughed dryly, "Hey, don't do this, it's so embarrassing!"

The little lion didn't pay attention to his slander. After someone took the initiative, an army of cheaters quickly formed.

For a moment, the little lion rolled all over the ground.

"Ron, should we leave first?" Harry suggested, but no one answered him.

"Ron?" Harry turned his head to look in confusion. His friend's figure was obscured by the thickening fog, and then the little lions on the ground disappeared.

Harry's eyes twitched, as if he was in a bit of trouble!

Ron heard Harry's call, but he made no move to answer.

Suddenly he had a very bold idea.

The fog around him was getting bigger and bigger, blocking everyone's sight. If he took the opportunity to take away the wand that no one wanted, wouldn't he have a new wand? !

As for the previous owner of this wand, let’s talk about that later!

As long as I hide it well, not even my mother will know that I lost my wand!

Ron made up his mind and ran towards the place where the little lion's wand was tumbling.

There were a lot of little lions rolling around on the ground. Ron didn't take two steps before he tripped over the little wizard at his feet and kicked him hard. He didn't know where he was kicked.

"What are you doing lying on the ground?" Ron couldn't help but spat, stood up again, and ran forward stumblingly.

However, not long after he ran out, he realized that the fog in front of him was so thick that even if he wanted to distinguish the direction clearly, it would be difficult to do so.

"Damn it!" Ron yelled, "If that bastard hadn't been blocking the road, I might have gotten the wand!"

Something hit Ron's ankle, causing him to stagger. When he lowered his head, he saw that it was a little lion with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

I don't know what he has been through, but his whole face is bulging, and his dark eyes indicate that his current situation is not very good.

Ron kicked him angrily and pushed him aside. The little lion screamed and rolled out. The wind it brought stirred up the thick smoke around him.

With a sudden glance, Ron saw a dark mass.

It was the wand that fell to the ground.

Ron's eyes lit up, he was overjoyed, and he chased the little wizard who had rolled away. Unfortunately, after only a few steps, the smoke obscured his entire field of vision.

He was a little annoyed, and couldn't help waving his hands in front of him, trying to disperse the thick fog. However, as if he was joking, one layer of thick fog disappeared, and another layer filled in. The layers of fog would Ron wrapped, leaving him scratching his head.

Not knowing where he should look, Ron kicked the air in annoyance.

But with this kick, something flew and rolled out with a clanging sound. Ron was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that what flew out was the wand he was looking for.

"Oops!" He slapped his thigh with annoyance on his face, "Why did I kick it out!"

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world, so Ron can only chase the wand like a horse attracted by carrots.

"Ron! Ron!" At this moment, Harry finally realized that his little friend seemed to have disappeared.

He called out hurriedly, but unfortunately there was no answer.

Harry was extremely depressed. Could it be that during an ordinary test, he would write to Mrs. Weasley and tell Mrs. Weasley that he had lost Ron?

That's ridiculous!

Mrs. Weasley wouldn't believe it!

Not knowing where Ron had gone, Harry could only search around.

"Ron! Man, where have you gone!" Harry shouted, feeling something soft under his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw an innocent little lion looking at him with tears in his eyes, as if he was accusing him. His cruelty.

Harry grinned and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I stepped on you..."

The little lion cried silently, without the strength to speak at all, like a salted fish that had been trampled by countless people and lost its dream.

Harry laughed dryly, feeling that today's test was almost giving him embarrassment and cancer.

After struggling for a long time, he could only apologize to him silently in his heart, cast an iron armor spell, and just hoped that the other party would not be so miserable in the future.

Ron had turned around countless times in order to find the wand. Of course, he didn't realize this. He just thought that the room was too big and he hadn't found the correct location yet.

"Where did it go?" Ron frowned. Could it be that the wand was trying to fool him? Why couldn't he find it?

After thinking about it, Ron looked down and saw his feet. He suddenly realized that he should not stand and search.

You should get down and look for it.

Well……

Ron was a little hesitant. After all, the movement lying on the ground was a bit difficult to watch.

However, looking at the thick fog around him, Ron felt that there should be no problem. With the sight strictly blocked, no one would be able to see it.

Ron hesitated for a while, then reluctantly curled his lips, and finally lay on the ground, sticking his butt out, arching on the ground, looking for the wand.

I don't know if it was bad luck, but Ron searched around the ground and didn't see the wand.

Ron's face and neck turned red with anger. He groaned several times before turning over like a salted fish, lying on the ground and taking a few breaths.

"Damn it!" He cursed and kicked his feet angrily.

Jingle bells.

Ron's ears twitched and he suddenly became energetic.

He seemed to hear something.

Jingle bells.

The thing was small in size and had a smooth surface. It rolled around on the ground a few times and was kicked aside.

Ron swallowed, and the landing place seemed not far away from him.

He quickly looked up to where he landed, and then showed a happy expression.

That thing is slender and small, cute and charming. If you are not a wizard, you will probably look down upon it.

After all, a small stick of wood would not be of any use to Muggles.

It's not as good as a dagger for stabbing, it's not as good as a dart for shooting, and it can even be broken with a little effort.

Therefore, for Muggles, this thing is really not as good as the matches in the stove.