Chapter 47 Mr. Weasley is unreliable

"It's great here." Fred sighed.

"Especially these tree roots, they really look like steps. If we know some magic spells related to plants, Fred, maybe we can make the forest outside the Burrow look like this."

Robert asked curiously, "The forest outside the Burrow? I mean, what's in the forest?"

Fred slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, I forgot. I should take Robert to visit our secret base."

George interrupted, "Forget it Fred, do you remember the last year we went there?"

Fred was speechless.

"Well, um..." he stammered, "I think it might not be a long time."

"Okay kids, come on, we have to build the tent by ourselves. This is a necessary skill for Muggles!" Mr. Weasley's voice came from the camp.

The three of them looked at each other and walked to two huge tents.

Robert looked at the two earth-gray cloths on the ground in shock, completely unable to understand how supplies in the magical world were created. After being opened, these two rags could be turned into a portable house.

Mr. Weasley looked very excited. He grabbed a foot of the cloth and babbled, "We are in Muggle territory, so we have to set up the tent according to the Muggle way... It should be very simple. I know this is what Muggles do..."

Fred and George looked at Robert, "Is he serious?"

Robert laughed dryly and said, "What? I haven't seen this kind of tent for many years. We usually use automatic tents when we go out now."

The scene was a little awkward for a moment. Mr. Weasley's expression was stiff. Mrs. Weasley looked at him and asked doubtfully, "Is that so? Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Well, Molly, you know, I am usually only responsible for handling Muggle supplies, and I will not go to the Muggle world to purchase goods..."

"So you just want to pitch your own tent and leave the kids out in the cold?" Mrs. Weasley deadpanned.

"Actually, it's not cold today. We can build a tent by ourselves. Well, it should be fun." Robert quickly came to Mr. Weasley's rescue.

Mr. Weasley looked grateful, but Mrs. Weasley was clearly not ready to let him go.

With a wave of the magic wand in her hand, the gray cloth on the ground immediately turned into a small gray tent.

"Children," she said, "you go in and chat first."

Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, and Mrs. Weasley's eyes widened, her aura rising, "Explain to me clearly, what else is being hidden from me!"

A group of juniors looked at me and I looked at you, and very consciously got into the seemingly small tent.

The space inside is large, with three bedrooms and a very spacious living room. The bathroom and kitchen are on one side of the tent, and colorful paper ribbons hang from the ceiling.

"Dad is in trouble now," Fred whispered, "He hasn't told mom yet that he turned that old car into a flying magic car."

George also came over and said, "He actually wanted to modify the air conditioner, but unfortunately it failed."

"The cold air blown by the air conditioner froze one of our pigs to death. Dad had to secretly buy a pig to replace it while it was dark." Fred continued.

Bill asked Robert curiously, "Do Muggles set up tents like this in the camp when watching Quidditch?"

"We don't have Quidditch, but we have football." Robert explained, "We will build the stadium and auditorium. There are many hotels outside the stadium. I mean, there are many tall buildings where people can live. We don't build tents by ourselves. . And Muggle tents are not as refined as wizard tents. There are only a few sleeping bags inside, and the space is very small."

"Football? What is that?" Ginny seemed to have a strong interest in all ball games. There were little stars in her eyes. "Is it the same as Quidditch?"

"I think it should be a ball kicked with the feet." Percy said, "Look, football, football, must be played with the feet."

"Is that so?" Ginny's eyes opened wider, looking extremely cute.

She is worthy of being the future school beauty. At such a young age, her appearance has already surpassed that of the freshmen at Hogwarts.

If you think about it this way, the next three years should be the most beautiful three years of Hogwarts in a century?

Robert was thinking wildly in his mind, and took out a black and white ball from his cloth belt and handed it to Ginny, "This is it."

Ginny took the football and shook it curiously, "Can't it fly?"

"No, Muggles don't know magic." Robert explained how football is played, and finally concluded, "This is the most popular sport among Muggles, just like Quidditch."

Bill touched his chin and said after a long while, "Well, it sounds like there are more rules and gameplay than Quidditch, but I still think Quidditch is interesting."

Robert winked, "I was originally going to give Charlie a book about football queues, but after thinking about it, he might like this more."

As he spoke, he took out an orange-red ball and said, "Basketball, I think this is more like Quidditch."

After explaining the rules and gameplay of basketball, Ginny's little eyes brightened even more.

"Cool!" she yelled. "Can we go to the basketball game?"

"Ginny, this joke is not funny, you don't even know where there is a basketball game!" Percy said in a panic, "Mom will be worried if we get lost!"

Ginny lowered her head, seemingly frustrated.

"Maybe we can suggest that Mrs. Weasley stay and play in the Maple Leaf Country for a few days. You know, the country opposite is the birthplace of basketball. For the people there, as long as there is a field, they can play basketball." Robert Raising an eyebrow, "I think it's just a matter of running over to watch a game. Mrs. Weasley won't mind."

"By the way, should we get some water back?" Bill pointed to the stove in the middle of the tent, "I'll find a way to light this, and you can go get water."

The six people looked at each other, "Hmm... then, Fred, Ron and I are going to collect firewood, and Ginny, you and your brothers are going to fetch water?"

Ginny was a little dissatisfied, "I want to go collect firewood!"

"Really?" Robert scratched his head and didn't find it more interesting to collect firewood than to fetch water. "Then let's go like this. You go with me and Fred to collect firewood, and the others go to fetch water."

The twins were expressionless, "You actually want to separate us? This is a feat that even my mother has not accomplished. We will never be separated by you!"

Robert glared at them angrily, these two guys were acting strange again.

"But we'll take it!" Fred said with a smile, "This is a rare experience."

George made a disgusted expression, "I finally don't have to do the same thing as you, Fred, so everyone will recognize us."

While they were talking, they opened the tent and climbed out.