After Mag dispersed it again, he found that the small beetle on his table had been squashed.

Her face looked very ugly.

"Professor, can I have another beetle?"

"Come and get it." She didn't give Ron the hard-headed look.

Although there was a big problem with the wand, in the end the blame was still on himself.

If you don't drive secretly, you can't be controlled by a house elf.

If it is not controlled, it will not hit the Whomping Willow and break the wand.

She hoped Ron could understand this.

But it's obvious that he doesn't think it's his problem.

When the bell rang, she was not surprised that Harry looked relieved.

If we want them to reflect deeply, it seems that something more severe is needed.

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Chapter completed!