Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 307 Camp

Chapter 308 Camp

It took the Weasleys about an hour to finally get the tent up and down, and then another hour to start a fire.

Because Mr. Weasley insisted on not using magic, believing that this was a place managed by Muggles, so problems should be solved in a Muggle way.

But Mr. Weasley was really bad at it. Even though Hermione had patiently taught him how to use matches, it still took him almost an hour to light the campfire.

By this time, Harry and the others had already returned with the water.

Incidentally, Harry and Ron ran to the other side of the camp and got water from a public tap—also a Muggle-style solution.

By this time, the sky had fully brightened.

Siren didn't want to use the Muggle method, so he took out the stove that came with his tent, lit it with a fire charm, and finally filled the copper pot with a water charm.

The whole process took about five minutes.

So while Mr. Weasley was still anxiously waiting for the water to boil, hot tea was already being served in the other tent. They also heated up the beef sandwiches Mrs. Weasley had brought them.

"Is this really okay?" Hermione asked, taking small bites of her sandwich and glancing up at the tent packed with people.

Harry and Ron were sitting next to her, and Fred and George were sitting opposite her. They had just told Ginny a joke that made her laugh out loud.

"We're all here now, what about Mr. Weasley? Can he do all that by himself?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Don't worry," Fred said, turning around nonchalantly. "On the contrary, he might be quite pleased."

"Because he can finally have all those great jobs all to himself."

"Pitching tents by hand, gathering firewood, and traversing the entire campsite to fetch water—"

"Nobody's going to take it from him."

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, Hermione,” George said. “Dad really enjoys doing these things.”

"I enjoy it immensely."

"Anyway, there's still a long time before the competition starts, so let him have some fun."

The two talked back and forth, finally dispelling Hermione's concerns, and she continued eating the sandwich that she didn't know whether it was breakfast or lunch.

Perhaps you could call it morning tea?

By the time Mr. Weasley had finally had his fill of playing and started cooking, everyone was basically full. When they got back, they were much more relaxed and not as anxious as they were because of hunger.

The waiting process wasn't particularly tedious, as their location was right next to a main road leading to the stadium, and officials from the ministry would greet Mr. Weasley warmly as they passed by.

Mr. Weasley would respond to them and introduce them to Harry and Hermione, who were standing nearby.

"Percy should have come sooner," Fred whispered to Celen. "I bet he really enjoyed the occasion."

"But he's still sleeping at home now," George said, with a hint of resentment in his voice. "It's so nice to be able to Apparate. If I learned that spell, I wouldn't have to walk downstairs to eat by myself anymore."

"First, you have to pass the Apparition test," Siren said. "What are you going to do next?"

"Is that even a question?"

Fred and George exchanged a smile.

"Such a good opportunity—"

"Of course, we're going to promote Weasley's Magical Arts Studio!"

"Although my mom confiscated a lot of my stock, what's left should be enough."

"Would you like to come with us?" George extended an invitation.

"Siren hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and refused."

Rather than promoting any products, he was more interested in taking this opportunity to observe wizards from other countries up close.

Tickets to the Quidditch World Cup aren't just for watching the games; the things you do outside of the games are equally rewarding.

At this time, wizards from almost all over the world would come. In just this one camp, there were wizards from more than twenty different countries.

It was so interesting to see all those uniquely styled tents crammed together; Xilun had been wanting to go and take a look ever since.

"Alright then, see you later." After saying that, Fred and George ran towards the most crowded area.

Xilun didn't have a specific place he wanted to go, so he strolled around the campsite, taking in the uniquely designed tents around him with great interest.

Xilun spotted several male wizards sitting nearby, discussing something seriously. The reason he looked over was because the tent next to them was too conspicuous.

The golden, three-dimensional triangular building is clearly three pyramids.

It's obvious they were Egyptian sorcerers. But Siron couldn't understand why they made the tents look like pyramids. Isn't that just a large tomb?

Moreover, they didn't even forget the Sphinx; they placed a miniature statue in front of the tent.

It's clear they genuinely like the pyramids.

To their left were three male witches from Africa, roasting something that looked like a wild rabbit.

But to Xiren's surprise, they were using a strange purple flame.

Xilun witnessed one of the wizards calmly put his hand into the flames and fiddled with the iron frame, as if the flames didn't exist at all.

At first, Xiren thought that the thing, like the Bluebell Flame Charm, didn't have a high temperature, but he soon discovered that the rabbit-like thing was actually cooked.

A slightly fishy aroma of meat wafted over, proving that he hadn't been mistaken; the flames had indeed cooked the meat.

But why is the wizard's hand unharmed?

Xilun wanted to go up and ask, but he turned back as soon as he stepped out.

He couldn't understand a word those people were saying, so asking them would be pointless.

"I should have called Professor Lupin along earlier. I wonder if he can even understand me," Xiren muttered to himself, then suppressed his curiosity and continued walking forward.

Besides wizards from different countries, Siron also encountered many small groups in the magical world this time.

First is the more familiar Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, the most famous potion-making organization in the magical world, which gathers the world's best apothecaries.

Similarly, the requirements for joining the Extraordinary Pharmacists Association are very strict: one must be able to independently brew Felix Felicis before the age of thirty.

Felix Felicis, also known as the Potion of Luck, is one of the most complex potions in the magical world. The entire brewing process takes at least six months, and if any step goes wrong, the entire process must be restarted.

In addition to the Extraordinary Apothecaries Association, Siren also saw a banner for the Anti-Dark Magic Alliance.

This is also a very prestigious organization, but Siren first heard about it when he was in his second year of university. Gilderoy Lockhart was an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Magic League.