After stepping out of the bus stop, they came to a place that resembled a large desolate, misty swamp.

In front of them, stood two weary and gloomy sorcerers, one of whom held a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill.

Both were dressed as Muggles, but they were really not very good at it: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit on top and a pair of thigh-length rubber galoshes underneath;

His colleague wore the kind of pleated skirt and a South American cape that Scottish Highland men wear, are you sure Muggles would wear that?

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

"Hello, Arthur," said Mr. Basil, who seemed tired, "not on duty, eh? some people are lucky...... We stayed here all night......

Wait a minute, I'll find out where your camp is...... Weasley ...... Weasley ...... "He searched for it on the parchment list." "About a quarter of a mile away, the first camp in front of you is.

The groundskeeper is Mr. Roberts, Diggory...... You're in the second camp...... Find Mr. Payne. ”

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

They walked through the deserted swamp, barely visible in the thick fog. After walking for about twenty minutes, a door appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.

Rolf could barely make out the thousands and hundreds of oddly shaped tents behind the stone huts, which went up the gentle slope of the large field that jutted out into a dark forest on the horizon.

They said goodbye to Diggory and his son, and walked towards the door of the stone house.

There was a man standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents, and it seemed to be Mr. Roberts.

After paying the rent for the tent, he was led by another wizard and laboriously walked through the misty camp through two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents didn't look anything special, and apparently their owners had gone to great lengths to make them look like Muggle tents.

However, some of them accidentally overdo it, and add chimneys, bell ropes or weather vanes to make it indecent.

However, there were also a few tents occasionally, and at a glance it was clear that they were magical, which gave Rolf the feeling that there were no silver taels here.

In the middle of the camp stood out a tent that was so extravagant that it resembled a small palace with a large amount of striped silk, and a few live peacocks tethered to it at the entrance.

A little further ahead, they saw a tent in the shape of a four-story building, with several corner towers beside it.

On the other side, there is a garden in front of the door of a tent, with a bird's bath, sundials, fountains, and so on.

Are you sure you're here to watch the game? Why are you embarrassing the Weasleys? A tent is more gorgeous than their house.

"It's always like this," I thought Mr. Weasley would be a little envious, but who knew that he said with a smile, "when everyone gets together, they can't help but want to show off." Ah, here it is, 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 happily, "and the field is on the other side of the forest, and it couldn't be closer." ”

He took his backpack off his shoulder, "Alright," he said excitedly, "strictly no magic, since so many of us are on Muggle soil."

We're going to 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, 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 that the Dursleys never took him out during the holidays, preferring to leave him with the neighbor's old lady, Mrs. Feige.

And Hermione, as the dentist's daughter, obviously doesn't have much time to go out and play, let alone a time-consuming and labor-intensive project like a picnic.

Still, he and Hermione basically figured out where the poles and screws should be, and Mr. Weasley was always on the side.

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

They all took a few steps back, appreciating the fruits of their own labor.

Mr. Weasley looked relieved, probably thinking that no one who looked at the tents would have guessed that they were made by wizards.

The problem was that there were eleven of them, and Hermione seemed to notice the problem, looking at Harry and Rolf with a puzzled look, as if she wanted to imagine so many people crammed into a tent.

At this point, Mr. Weasley got on all fours and slipped into the first tent, "It might be a little cramped," he cried, "but I think everybody can squeeze in, come and see." ”

Rolf and the others all bent down and slipped under the tent curtain, and their jaws dropped in astonishment.

When he walked into the tent, he saw an old-fashioned three-bedroom apartment, as well as a bathroom and kitchen.

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

"Oh, it's only temporary. Mr. Weasley wiped his bald top with a handkerchief and looked over at the four bunk beds in the bedroom.

"I borrowed this from Perkins in the office. Poor fellow, he suffers from low back pain, and can no longer camp, just cheap us, but just to grieve the children. ”

Rolf's mental power didn't find any traces of magic patterns, but when he touched it with his hand, he felt that it was not an ordinary cloth.

Mr. Weasley's words made him roll his eyes greatly, is this still a little crowded?

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

"On the map that Muggle gave us, there's a faucet," Ron said, as he followed Harry into the tent, seemingly oblivious to the unusual space inside the tent, "on the other side of the camp." ”

"Alright, then you go and fetch us some water, and then ......," Mr. Weasley handed over the kettle and two saucepans they had brought, "and the rest of us go pick up some firewood and make a fire, okay?"

Rolf looked at the fact that he was about to beckon to Ron, and had to stand up again, "I am very skilled in using clear water like a spring, let me come." ”

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

"No, Rolf, don't forget to guard against Muggle safety regulations!" said Mr. Weasley, not only not frustrated by the effort, but a little excited and excited, "When real Muggles camp, they all light fires outdoors, I've seen them!"

Rolf looked at the large space in the tent, but still sighed and put the hand that was about to cast the spell back, and he was standing Weasley again, no problem.