We didn't want to be rude and leave because of this disgusting situation, so we had to stay. We were also a little curious to know how it came to be that he was vomiting slugs.
According to Ron, he and Hermione were in the grandstand, patiently waiting for the Gryffindor team to arrive on the field.
Before they could start training, Flint, the captain of Slytherin, and his team arrived on the field and apparently claimed it as theirs for the day.
He had to train their new Seeker, who was Draco Malfoy, the "rival" of Harry.
They apparently bought Nimbus 2001 broomsticks for the whole team, probably to prove to Harry that Draco was better than him. After Hermione mentioned that Gryffindor team members earned their places through talent and not money, Malfoy called her a "Mudblood."
"I understand from everyone else's reactions that it is something offensive, but I do not know what it means."
I was going to answer, but Ron, who had just vomited a slug into the basin that Hagrid gave him, was faster.
"It's a theory that the blood of Muggle-borns is inferior to those from families of wizards going back dozens of generations. It's completely stupid, as if any blood were better than another. Bleh!!"
"He's right. The most interesting thing to note about this insult is that those called 'pure-blood' are afraid that some people, born with no knowledge of magic just a few years ago, will surpass us, even though we've grown up with magic as a way of life. Of course, some people do it for pleasure, but it's mainly to boost their own egos."
"But it's stupid because I'm the best in my year."
Marie reacted to our explanation of the insult.
"That's why we say this blood theory is stupid and should not be taken seriously."
After that, Hermione was comforted by Hagrid. Even though he is imposing, he's as harmless as a lamb.
Afterward, they continued explaining the story, and Ron, mad about Malfoy's insult to Hermione, took out his wand and cast a spell. Unfortunately, the spell backfired, and he suffered the consequences, which caused him to vomit slugs.
Hermione and Hagrid were relieved that the spell failed, because with Malfoy's father's influence, Ron would have been in serious trouble.
"Don't worry about it," I said, "but I'd like to know why the spell didn't work."
He showed me his wand and explained that he had broken it during the incident with the car.
"Let me tell you something—you'll never pass your exams with that wand. It's like forcing a dead man to work. You really need to get a new one."
But he didn't want to, because he didn't want to get a scolding from his mother, who would just say it served him right and that he'd have to make do with this wand.
"Evelyn, did you create your own wand? Couldn't you fix his for him?"
Marie remembered my wand and asked me the question.
"There are many drawbacks to doing this. First, I can't do the work for free because it requires gathering expensive resources. It would also take time, and repairing a wand is no easy task. Then, do you remember that the wand chooses its wizard?"
"Yes, Ollivander told me that. After trying about forty wands, I told him I'd take the next one that ended up in my hand."
"So if I were to repair Ron's wand, there's a chance it wouldn't recognize him as its owner anymore and wouldn't obey him. That would actually be more dangerous than a broken wand because, unlike a broken one that can't use its full power, a rebellious wand could harm both its user and its target. So, either you replace it or be prepared to repeat second year, because I assure you that without a functional wand, you won't get very far."