#327 - Chapter 327 VIP Luxury Camp
Accompanied by a sensation of being squeezed all over, Sebastian used Apparition to bring Mia and Harry to a misty forest.
“Good morning, Professor Swann,” a young wizard jogged up to Sebastian. “I’m so happy I get to personally guide you in the camp.”
Harry looked closely and realized this was a Hufflepuff student who had just graduated the year before. They had taken Professor Swann's Auror training class together.
Now it seemed the other had truly become an Auror as desired.
“Thank you, Roffey,” Sebastian said, noticing the dark circles under the other’s eyes, and asked with concern, “Work must be tough. You’ve got dark circles.”
“It’s alright, not particularly tiring,” Roffey smiled. “It’s just I’ve been staying up for several nights in a row. There’s no helping it, there are too many tourists in the camp, and things will go wrong if we’re not careful.”
“All of us Aurors are working non-stop, but thankfully the Ministry of Magic is giving good overtime pay.”
As he spoke, Roffey took out three maps and handed them to the group: “This is the map of the camp, with a clear layout marked on it.”
“Follow me, Professor Swann. Your tent is in the VIP luxury campsite, with a special passage. You don’t need to register with the Muggle guards there.”
There are Muggle guards here?
Harry followed Roffey's footsteps forward, and soon saw a small stone house, where several strangely dressed wizards were discussing some ridiculous issues with the Muggle guards.
So they were real Muggle guards, completely unaware of everything happening here.
Harry shook his head and followed Roffey into the camp gate.
As soon as he entered, the scene before him changed, with dense tents almost forming a sea.
Most of the tents were nothing special, looking like the tents Muggles set up, but the tourists would add some decorations to make them unique.
The camp was filled with laughter and chatter. Wizards from all over the world wore different styles of clothing, showcasing the characteristics of their respective countries.
Harry could see a family sitting around in front of a tent, clumsily trying to start a fire for cooking.
There were also tourists from different countries gathered together, holding different kinds of wine, talking animatedly.
Some young wizards held flags of different Quidditch teams, cheering loudly for their favorite teams.
Some wizards were performing complex magical acrobatics, with fireballs floating in mid-air under their control, flying around with lightning-like flashes and magical smoke, causing bursts of exclamations.
The vendors in the camp were also extremely busy, their stalls filled with magical items from all over the world.
There were glowing badges, dancing clover hats, flying Firebolt models, panoramic telescopes, and various models of famous players.
Harry even spotted a Sebastian model among them. The little figure was riding on a tiny flying broom, nimbly flying around the vendor's stall.
Looking closely, there was a line of small print on the figure's cloak:
[Sebastian Swann—the fastest Seeker in the magical world, his record remains unbroken!]
“Those are magical figurines,” Sebastian explained to Harry with a smile. “These little toys are quite profitable.”
“Professor Swann,” Roffey asked in confusion, “I see that many of the things the vendors sell are Swann Alchemy products, like these magical figurines, panoramic telescopes, and so on.”
“They sell things for one or two Galleons more than in Swann Alchemy, but even so, tourists still flock to buy their goods.”
“I’m a little curious, why doesn’t Swann Alchemy open a retail outlet here? Wouldn’t that make a lot of money?”
“Haha,” Sebastian laughed heartily. “Aren’t these vendors the best salesmen, and the most hardworking ones at that?”
“They always have to get their goods from Swann Alchemy. Swann Alchemy hasn’t made any less money at all, and can instead save a lot of manpower to busy itself with more important things.”
“Swann Alchemy and these vendors can achieve a win-win situation together, so why not?”
A win-win situation?
Wouldn't it be better to earn all the money yourself?
Professor Swann’s thought process is really quite strange.
Roffey couldn’t understand the reasoning, and could only shake his head slightly, leading the group onward.
Soon, they arrived at their destination. With just one glance, Harry understood why this place was called the VIP luxury campsite.
All of the tents here were luxurious, obviously enchanted.
They were decorated extremely lavishly, hardly looking like campsites, more like small palaces. The tent with the Malfoy family crest even had several live peacocks tethered in front of it.
The tent with the Swan family crest was not to be outdone, with a small garden in front of the door, and a magical fountain spraying water in the garden.
“Professor Swann, we’ve arrived. You should rest, and I’ll continue patrolling. There are always two Aurors patrolling here in the luxury campsite. If you need anything, you can directly find them.”
After saying goodbye to Roffey, the three entered the tent in front of them.
The scene before them completely shattered Harry’s understanding of tents.
This wasn’t a tent at all, it was clearly a two-story luxury villa.
Living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, toilet—all facilities were available. The decoration style here was also very similar to Swann Manor, and Harry felt no sense of unfamiliarity at all.
Jeff, the house-elf, had been waiting here early on. Upon seeing Sebastian and the others, he immediately greeted them and diligently explained the layout of the tent.
“Thank you for setting up the tent, Jeff,” Sebastian patted the elf’s shoulder. “You can go back and rest first. We’ll take a look ourselves, and we’ll call you if we need anything.”
The elf, familiar with Sebastian's personality, didn't shout slogans like "House-elves don't need to rest." He bowed slightly and disappeared into the tent with a pop.
“Aunt Mia,” Harry asked in confusion, “Why can the tents here be built with magic? I saw on the map that we need to be careful about the Muggle Protection Act.”
Mia smiled gently: “That’s because the camping fee here is very expensive, costing hundreds of Galleons per day.”
“Having paid the money, the Ministry of Magic naturally has to provide matching treatment.”
“Alright!” Sebastian put his arm around Mia’s shoulder. “Let’s check out the tent first, then go out and play. That’s why we came three days early.”
“The camp is much bigger than expected, with all kinds of facilities for eating, drinking, and playing. You couldn’t finish exploring it even in two days.”
“All expenses for these three days are on me. Don’t be polite with me.”
“Harry, you’ve been working hard practicing spells this month. Take advantage of the time before school starts to relax and experience the flavors and characteristics of different countries.”
“Buy any souvenirs you want. You can pick some as gifts for your friends.”
As he spoke, he waved his hand: “Let’s go!”
However, just as they reached the tent door, an unexpected visitor disrupted their plans.
“Sebastian, I apologize for the intrusion. I hope you don’t mind.”
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