The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

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

Not far ahead of them, two exhausted, gloomy wizards, one holding a large gold watch, the other holding a roll of thick parchment paper and a quill.

Both of them were dressed up as muggles, but they were not very good at it: the man holding a gold watch wore a tweed suit on the top, but a pair of high-end rubber shoes with thighs underneath?

His colleagues wore the pleated skirt and a South American cape worn by the Scottish Highlands man. Are you sure Muggles would wear this way?

"Good morning, Basil." Mr. Weasley greeted one of the staff in a familiar manner.

"Hello, Arthur," said Mr. Basil, seemingly weary, "no duty, huh? Some people are so lucky... we stay here all night...

Wait a minute, I'll look for where your camp is...Weasley...Weasley..." He searched on the parchment list. "After walking about a quarter of a mile, the first camp ahead is.

The groundskeepers are Mr. Roberts, Digory...you are in the second camp... looking for Mr. Payne."

"Thank you, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and when he saw him he asked everyone to follow him.

Everyone walked through the deserted swamp, and could hardly see anything in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door gradually appeared in front of him, and then a small stone house.

Rolf could barely distinguish the hundreds of strange-shaped tents behind the stone house, which went up the gentle slope of the large site, which stretched towards the dark woods on the horizon.

They bid farewell to Digoli and his son and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing at the door looking at the tents, and it seemed that Mr. Roberts was.

After paying the rent for the tent, he walked hard in the mist camp under the guidance of another wizard, passing through two long rows of tents.

Most tents look nothing special, and obviously their owners have put a lot of effort into making them the same as Muggle tents as possible.

However, some people accidentally overdo their heads and add chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes, making them inconsistent.

However, occasionally there are a few tents, and you can tell at a glance that they were magical, which makes Rolf feel like there is no silver here.

In the middle of the camp, there is a tent that is particularly conspicuous. It is made of a lot of striped silk, just like a small palace, with several live peacocks tied to the entrance.

A little further ahead, they saw a tent shaped like a four-story building, with several corner buildings next to it.

Going further there, there is a garden in front of the door of a tent, which includes bird bathtubs, sundials, fountains, etc.

Are you sure you are watching the game? How can the Weasleys have the love? A tent is more gorgeous than their burial house.

"Always like this," he thought Mr. Weasley would be envious again, but he said with a smile, "When everyone gathered together, I couldn't help but want to show off. Ah, here, look, this is

Our tent.”

They came to the woods at the end of the camp? Is there a clearing area? There was a small sign on the ground with the words: Weasley.

"The place is not that good!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The venue is on the other side of the forest? It is too close to it."

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

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

After saying that, he looked at Harry and Hermione? After all, compared to this, these two children living in the Muggle world should be more familiar with these than themselves?

But what he never expected was that Harry had never set up a tent before, and during festivals, the Dursleys never took him out? They would rather leave him to the old lady of the neighbor, Mrs. Feige.

As the daughter of a dentist, Hermione obviously doesn’t have much time to go out for fun? Not to mention a time-consuming and labor-intensive project like a picnic.

However, he and Hermione basically figured out where those struts and screws should be, and Mr. Weasley was always helping him.

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

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

Mr. Weasley looked relieved, probably thinking that no one who saw these tents would have guessed that they were made of wizards.

However, the problem is that there are only eleven of them. Hermione seemed to have discovered this problem. She looked at Harry and Rolf with confusion, and seemed to imagine that so many people were crowded in the same tent.

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At this time, Mr. Weasley was on all sides and got into the first tent, "maybe it's a little squeezed," he shouted, "but I think everyone can squeeze in, come and have a look."

Rolf and the others bent down and crawled under the curtain of the tent, and were immediately surprised to have their chins falling off.

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

So... this is actually a magic tent? Rolf looked around curiously in his self-study, trying to use his mental power to scan out some clues.

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

"I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor guy, he suffered from low back pain and could no longer camp. It just happened to be cheaper for us, but he just wanted to make the children wrong."

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 not an ordinary fabric.

Mr. Weasley's words made him roll his eyes. Is it still 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 was a faucet," Ron said, who followed Harry into the tent, seemingly turning a blind eye to the unusual space inside the tent, "on the other side of the camp.

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"Well, then you go and get some water for us, and then..." Mr. Weasley handed the kettle and two stew pots they brought, "The rest of us will pick up some firewood and prepare to make a fire,

OK?"

Rolf looked at him and wanted to go to Ron, and had to stand up again, "My clear water Ruquan is very skillful, let me do it."

After saying that, he was about to cast a spell and summoned a day's water dragon, but it was immediately stopped by Mr. Weasley.

"No, Rolf! Don't forget to beware of the safety regulations of Muggles!" Mr. Weasley said, not only not being depressed by the effort, but was a little excited and excited, "When the real Muggles were camping, they were all there.

I've seen it when it's a fire outside!"

Rolf looked at the large space in the tent, but sighed and put his hand that was about to cast the spell back, pretending that Weasley was fine, nothing happened.