A Hogwarts dissertation guide

"Good morning," James said, "Are you Mr. Roberts?"

"That's right," said Mr. Roberts. "Who are you?"

"James Potter, scheduled a few days ago."

"Yes," said Mr. Roberts, looking at a form taped to the door, "do you have a place by the woods there, just for one night?"

"That's right," James said.

"Well, will you pay now?" Mr. Roberts said.

"No problem." James said and took out a dozen bills from his pocket, which made Mr. Roberts' eyes widen. "That should be enough." He counted two bills from the middle and handed them to Mr. Roberts.

"Enough, enough!" Mr. Roberts looked at the two hundred pounds in his hand, his pupils shaking.

"Do you need a map of the camp?" He took out four maps from the table behind him and handed them to James, "You didn't bring a tent, did you? I have-"

At this moment, a wizard wearing bloomers suddenly fell from the sky and landed next to the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

"Forgotten," he snapped, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts.

Immediately, Mr. Roberts' eyes became distracted, his brows relaxed, and his face showed a dazed and indifferent expression.

His memory was apparently altered.

"Please enjoy your evening, gentlemen...and ladies." Mr. Roberts said to James calmly.

"Thank you very much." James nodded and they walked towards the gate of the camp.The wizard in knickerbockers stood next to Mr. Roberts and sighed several times before leaving.

They walked through the misty camp, passing between two long rows of tents.Most of the tents don't look special. Obviously, their owners have tried hard to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible, but some accidentally go too far: adding superfluous chimneys, Pull a bell or a weather vane to make it look nondescript.

However, there are also a few tents that are enchanted at first glance - it is no wonder that Mr. Roberts has to keep casting forgetfulness spells, otherwise how could he still work here, I am afraid he would have been scared away long ago. .

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

In the open space next to it, there was a sign that read: James Potter.

"Malfoy." A trace of disgust flashed across James's face, and he reluctantly walked to the open space next to the tent, "Our location is next door to Malfoy?"

"It seems so." Sirius said with disgust. "I don't want to see my disgusting sister."

Harry and Hermione didn't understand what this meant yet, but they soon did.Because the Malfoy family's tent seemed to sense something, the door curtain was opened, and a graceful blonde woman walked out. She looked arrogant, tall, slender, and had frighteningly white skin.

"Narcissa Malfoy." Sirius narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman.

Narcissa came to them with elegant steps, "Maybe you should learn to be polite. For example, you should call me sister."

"Ha." Sirius sneered and didn't say much. He just patted Harry on the shoulder and motioned for him to go to James.

"Mom, what's wrong?" A voice came from the tent.

"It's nothing, Xiaolong," Narcissa said with a slight tilt of her head, "It's just that maybe you should come out and see...your uncle."

"My uncle?" Draco Malfoy walked out of the tent in surprise, staring at the man in front of him in a daze.

Apart from his mother, Bellatrix Black, there is only one fugitive left in the Black family, Sirius Black, right?

Apparently Draco didn't pay too much attention to the news about Sirius. He didn't know about Sirius' acquittal yet.

"Uncle, I am Draco Malfoy." Draco stood in front of Sirius, and they looked at each other.

"You really gave birth to a good son." Sirius said meaningfully.

"He has always been outstanding." A trace of pride flashed across Narcissa's face, "Over the years, you..."

"Don't you know how I am doing?" Sirius said coldly, "Anyway, you will go to Azkaban to visit us every year."

Narcissa hugged her son and said nothing.

Sirius stared at them for a while, then walked silently to the camp next door.James has already set up a tent.

This was what they found in the attic and belonged to the Black family.It comes with a matching storage bag that is enchanted with a traceless space expansion spell, so it can be easily stored in your pocket.Laying it out is also fully automatic, you just need to recite the spell correctly and it will be laid out by itself.

Harry and Hermione, who had obviously never lived in a tent before, watched in amazement as the tent was set up.Then he looked at James with doubtful eyes. The size of this tent... didn't seem to be enough for the four of them.

"There's a lot of space inside," James said and was the first to get into the tent. "There's a spell in here."

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then opened the tent door and walked in. Their jaws dropped in surprise.

They walked into an old-fashioned five-bedroom apartment, complete with bathroom and kitchen.The decoration style inside is a typical medieval style, with a large number of places decorated with brass, and many places they can see with the naked eye are decorated with the Blake family crest.

"Oh, this is what Sirius and I found." James said. He opened the door and looked at the conditions in several rooms. "It's not bad. We spent an afternoon cleaning it up."

He picked up a brass kettle and looked inside. "We need some water..."

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there is a water tap marked on it." Sirius came over and said, "On the other side of the camp."

"Okay, it looks like we need you to go get some water." James looked at the map and said, "Sirius and I are going to pick up some firewood, okay? We can't cause trouble to the Ministry of Magic, we should disguise ourselves as much as possible. Like Muggles."

Harry opened his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time.

This tent doesn't look like a Muggle tent!

Why do you have to cook like a Muggle? ?

Harry quickly set off across the camp with his kettle and saucepan in hand, Hermione at his side, happily eating a licorice stick in her hand.

"Why don't you need to carry the bucket?" Harry asked depressedly.

Hermione burst out laughing, "I guess I'll have to ask your dad about that."

"He will definitely say it's gentlemanly behavior." Harry pursed his lips and said. In the past two months, he had already figured out his father's character.