Ancient wizards return to Hogwarts.

"Ron, did you hear that?" Harry stopped and asked Ron.

"What?" Ron was still immersed in the wonderful vision of arriving in the kitchen and eating, and did not react for a moment.

Harry ignored him and put his ear against the stone wall, listening intently.

But the sound seemed to be far away, so that he could only faintly hear the sound, but he couldn't hear what it was saying.

Harry made a quick decision and ran in the direction of the sound.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Ron was confused. He once thought that Harry was hallucinating due to hunger, but he had to follow quickly - Harry was wearing an invisibility cloak. He separated, it would be troublesome if Filch caught him.

Harry broke into a run, running down the stairs, across the hall, and finally reached the first floor bathroom.

After arriving here, Harry was a little confused. Too much time had passed. He couldn't be sure that this was where the sound just came from. He could only make sure that the general direction was correct.

"Did you really hear nothing?" Harry asked unwillingly to the panting Ron who was following behind him.

"I didn't hear anything, Harry, what's going on?" Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead.

A confused look flashed in Harry's eyes: Ron's words were so conclusive that he was a little shaken.

At this moment, Ron sniffed: he smelled a faint aroma of food.

"Did you smell it?"

"Huh?" Ron's rhetorical question caught Harry off guard.

The dinner party is already over, how can I still smell the food? Was Ron hallucinating from hunger? If it was the lingering smell of dinner in the air, was Ron's nose a little too sensitive?

"There must be food in this area, let me see..." Ron's nose twitched and he walked around the corridor twice, and finally found a heavy food box under a vase table.

"Sure enough!" Ron had already forgotten the "voice" that Harry was talking about - no matter how important it is, can eating be more important?

He placed the food box on the window sill, then opened its lid, and a very attractive-looking red braised calf's knee appeared in front of him.

Ron's Adam's apple surged up and down: This dish looks so tempting. It is completely different from the British delicacies usually on the table.

"Harry, there is actually food here, and it is made so exquisitely and attractively. This must be Merlin's appearance!"

But Harry felt something was very wrong: Why is this food box here? Its very existence is a huge anomaly.

Maybe it's Peeves' prank?

He looked around, trying to find something wrong in this seemingly ordinary corridor. In the end, he really saw something that shouldn't be there: a wand, lying quietly. In the gap between the wall and the floor, it's really easy to miss it if you don't look carefully.

"Ron, look!" Harry punched Ron on the shoulder hard, forcing him to look away from the food box.

"There's a wand in there!"

Ron raised his eyebrows: Huh? Blessings come both ways! He happened to be short of a wand.

Ron's wand was accidentally broken when he drove his car into the Whomping Willow. Although he had wrapped it in several circles of magic tape, the wand was obviously worn out and its spellcasting had never been very effective.

Ron has been worrying about his wand recently, and unexpectedly he picked up a new one at school!

Looking at Ron's expression, Harry still couldn't understand his thoughts, so he shook Ron's shoulders hard to calm him down.

Late at night, the magic castle, the empty corridors, the food boxes full of food and the wands thrown on the roadside, Ron, are you really not alert at all? ! As a little wizard who grew up in a Muggle family, I felt something was wrong!

Being interrupted by Harry, Ron also returned to his senses - the food and the joy of picking up the wand went to his head.

Now that I think about it carefully, it is indeed very unusual.

"Do you think there is something wrong with the food in this food box? If the greedy little wizard eats the food, he will disappear or turn into other animals!" Harry made a suggestion based on the fairy tales he had read. A chilling conjecture.

Ron shuddered, immediately put the food box aside and took a few steps back.

However, he still said: "It shouldn't happen... I don't think I've ever heard of a similar curse..."

But Ron didn't dare to guarantee it. There were tens of thousands of spells in the world. Maybe there was some kind of spell that could achieve the effect Harry just said? He knew that his twin brothers seemed to be researching some kind of prank candies. After eating them, they would have various reactions. It was hard to tell that this box of food had not been drugged or cursed.

Then he came to his senses, "From what you said, doesn't it mean that a student has already suffered? Should we give this wand to Professor McGonagall?"

"No, thank you for picking up my wand." A voice suddenly came from behind the two of them, scaring Ron and Harry to jump to both sides and pulling out their wands at the same time - Ron even more It's a dual-wielding wand.

"Calm down, it's me, Les." Les immediately spoke to comfort the two of them, telling them not to accidentally misfire due to nervousness.

He was not afraid that Harry and Ron's spells would hurt him, but he was afraid that the two would make too much noise and attract Filch, and he would have to work harder at that time.

There were too many things that happened tonight, and he just wanted to calmly take his lunch box back to the lounge and enjoy the food.

"Les, it's you, why are you here?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. In the atmosphere just now, he was really frightened.

"This is my wand and lunch box. I got some food, but my stomach suddenly hurt, so I went to the toilet halfway. But... anyway, when I came out, I saw you two gathered here. "Les made up a reason casually, which was quite plausible.

Harry and Ron nodded at the same time. Harry vaguely felt something was wrong, but Les fooled him.

"What happened to your wand?" When Les took his wand from Ron, he noticed the tape wrapped around Ron's wand.

Ron told Les the whole story.

Les looked at Ron's wand and nodded silently.

"Can you let me try to fix it?"

"Of course, it can't be worse anyway." Ron handed his wand to Les.

After carefully removing the tape, Les frowned: In his opinion, does this wand still need to be repaired? Hurry up and get a new one!

The damage to the outer wood was only minor, and the core of the wand inside was also damaged. Fortunately, the situation was not serious, and Ron could still use it after repairing it himself.

After very carefully adjusting the position of the unicorn tail hair inside the magic spell, Rice refitted the broken parts of the stick body, and then applied a restoration charm to it, and the broken parts fit together perfectly. This wand was repaired by him.

"Take it, it's barely usable now, but I still suggest you change it if you have the chance." Les returned Ron's wand to him.