The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

After walking out of the bus stop, the place they came to looked like a large desolate, misty swamp.

In front of them stood two weary and sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.

Both of them were dressed like Muggles, but they were really not very good at it: the man with the gold watch was wearing a tweed suit, and underneath he was wearing a pair of thigh-high rubber galoshes;

His colleague was wearing a pleated skirt and a South American cloak like those worn by men in the Scottish Highlands. Are you sure Muggles would dress like this?

"Good morning, Basil," Weasley greeted one of the staff.

"Hello, Arthur," Mr. Basil said, seeming tiredly, "Not on duty, huh? Some people are just lucky... We've been here all night...

Wait a minute, let me find where your camp is... Weasley... Weasley..." He searched on the parchment list. "It's about a quarter of a mile away, and there is the first camp in front of you.

The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts, Diggory...you are in the second camp...looking for Mr. Payne. "

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and beckoned everyone to follow him.

We walked through the deserted swamp, and almost nothing could be seen in the thick fog.After walking for about 10 minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of us, and then a small stone house.

Rolf could just make out hundreds of oddly shaped tents behind the stone house, rising up the gentle slope of a large field that stretched toward a dark forest of trees on the horizon.

They bade farewell to Diggory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing at the door, looking at the tents. It seemed to be Mr. Roberts.

After paying the rent for the tents, under the guidance of another wizard, they trudged through the mist-filled camp and passed between two rows of long tents.

Most of the tents looked unremarkable, and their owners had clearly tried to make them look as similar to Muggle tents as possible.

But some accidentally go too far and add chimneys, bell ropes or weathervanes to make them look nondescript.

However, there were occasionally a few tents that were enchanted at first glance, giving Rolf the feeling that there was no silver 300 taels in this place.

In the center of the camp, there was a tent that stood out. It was made of a lot of striped silk and was like a small palace. There were also several live peacocks tied at the entrance.

A little further ahead, they saw another tent set up in the shape of a four-story building with several turrets next to it.

Further there, there is a garden in front of the tent door, which has birdbaths, sundials, fountains and so on.

Are you sure you're here to watch the game?How are you embarrassing the Weasley family?Every tent is more gorgeous than their humble home.

"It's always like this," I thought Mr. Weasley would be a little envious, but he said with a smile, "When everyone gets together, they can't help but want to show off. Ah, here we are, look, this is Our tent.”

They came to the edge of the woods at the end of the camp, where there was a clearing with a small sign on the ground that read: Weasley.

"This place couldn't be better!" said Mr. Weasley cheerfully. "It's on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't get any closer."

He took off his backpack from his shoulders, "Okay," he said excitedly, "Strictly speaking, magic is not allowed, since so many of us are on Muggle territory.

We have to put up the tent with our own hands!It shouldn't be too difficult... Muggles are like that... By the way, kids, where do you think we should start? "

After saying that, he looked at Harry and Hermione. After all, in comparison, these two children living in the Muggle world should be more familiar with these than himself, right?

But what he never expected was that Harry had never pitched a tent before, and the Dursleys never took him out during festivals. They preferred to leave him with their neighbor, Mrs. Figg.

As the daughter of a dentist, Hermione obviously doesn't have much time to go out and play, let alone such time-consuming and labor-intensive projects as picnics.

Still, he and Hermione had pretty much figured out where the struts and screws were supposed to be, and Mr. Weasley was always there to help.

In the end, Rolf couldn't stand it anymore, so he personally helped them, and finally set up two crooked two-person tents.

They all took a few steps back and truly appreciated the fruits of their own labor.

Mr. Weasley looked pleased, probably thinking that no one who looked at these tents would guess that they were set up by wizards.

However, the problem is that there are only eleven people in total. Hermione seemed to have discovered this problem. She looked at Harry and Rolf with doubtful eyes, as if she wanted to imagine so many people crowded into a tent. scene.

At this point, Mr. Weasley got down on all fours and got into the first tent. "It might be a little crowded," he shouted, "but I think everyone can squeeze in. Come and have a look."

Rolf and the others bent down and got under the tent curtain, and their jaws dropped in surprise.

After he walked into the tent, he saw an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, bathroom and kitchen.

So...this is actually a magic tent?Rolf looked around curiously, trying to use his mental power to scan for some clues.

"Oh, this is only temporary." Mr. Weasley wiped his bald head with a handkerchief and looked at the four bunk beds in the bedroom.

"I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor guy, he suffered from back pain and can no longer camp. It's an advantage for us, but it's just going to hurt the children."

Rolf's mental power did not find any traces of magic patterns, but when he touched it with his hands, he felt that this was no ordinary fabric.

Mr. Weasley's words made him roll his eyes. Is this a bit crowded?

Mrs. Weasley picked up the dusty kettle and looked inside. "We need some water..."

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there is a water tap marked on it," said Ron, who also followed Harry into the tent, seemingly unaware of the unusual space inside the tent, "on the other side of the camp. "

"Okay, then you go and get us some water, and then..." Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and two stewpots they brought, "The rest of us are going to collect some firewood and prepare to light a fire. Okay?"

Rolf looked at Ron who was about to greet him, and was forced to stand up again, "I am very skilled in using the clear water like spring, let me do it."

After saying that, he prepared to cast a spell to summon a water dragon, but was immediately stopped by Mr. Weasley.

"No, Rolf! Don't forget the safety regulations to guard against Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said. Not only was he not frustrated because of the effort, but he was eager to try and his face was full of excitement. "When real Muggles camp, they are I’ve seen people lighting fires outdoors!”

Rolf looked at the large space in the tent, sighed and put back the hand he was preparing to cast, assuming that there was nothing wrong with Weasley.