Chapter 48 Gathering Firewood

Mrs. Weasley looked at the large group of children crawling out of the tent and was a little confused. "What's wrong, kids? Is the tent too small?"

As she said that, she looked at Mr. Weasley with an unkind look on her face, "I just said we should buy a bigger tent..."

Mr. Weasley looked a bit funny now, his face covered in sweat and covered in dirt and dust - making him look like a gray monkey. Hearing Mrs. Weasley talking to him, he turned his head and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, and there was a black mark there, which looked like a mustache on his forehead, "Um, is that so? Molly? I thought one room would be enough for two people..."

As he spoke, he paused, "Hmm...ah hahaha, I seem to have forgotten Robert!" Then he whispered, "Fortunately, Charlie couldn't come because of something..."

Mrs. Weasley looked solemn, as if she was about to get angry again. Robert quickly grabbed her and said, "It's not the tent's problem. It's very spacious inside. We can all do somersaults in it! Speaking of which, we're going to boil some water and go to bed." Would you like some hot cocoa before going, ma'am?"

Mrs. Weasley slapped her forehead and said somewhat depressedly, "Look at me, I have forgotten about boiling water. You go ahead and pay attention to safety and don't stray too far from the camp."

The children responded and left together.

It can be said that the Ministry of Magic of Maple Leaf Country has put a lot of effort into this Quidditch Cup. The various signs are very obvious and will light up when someone approaches.

"The running water is on the left and the firewood pile is on the right. Let's separate here." Looking at the signs on the tree, Robert and others split into two groups.

It was quiet in the forest, and there were no tents near the trail. It was obvious that concealment was taken into consideration when planning the camp. Occasionally, there were voices, which sounded quite lively.

"Where are we going to collect firewood?" Ginny asked. The little girl was very excited. This was her first time wandering around in such a large forest, and she obviously didn't want to go back for a while.

Robert scratched his head, "Well, I guess we won't be allowed to actually collect firewood... We don't have to build a bonfire at the entrance of the tent or something."

"Bonfire?" Ginny and George were both interested.

Robert was helpless, "Okay, since you are interested..."

Ten minutes later, they found the place where the firewood pile was marked. There was an elderly caretaker there, who was obviously a little surprised to see three children coming.

But he didn't say anything, gave the three people a frame of coal, and sent them away.

"Is this charcoal?" Ginny looked at the dark coal frame strangely and wrinkled her little nose, "Didn't you say you want to collect firewood?"

"This is used in the house, anthracite, it has no smell when burned." Robert explained, "Now we can go pick up some dead branches..."

The most indispensable thing in the forest is dead branches. The three of them worked hard and finally collected a lot of firewood.

"It seems very heavy..." Ginny pouted with some dissatisfaction. The little girl seemed to have lost her initial excitement and looked at the three bundles of firewood with a headache.

Robert and George looked at each other, chuckled, and extended their sinful hands to the pyre.

Ginny opened her eyes wide and watched as the three pyres disappeared. She asked in disbelief, "How did you do it?"

Robert handed over a small pink bag, "This is it."

Ginny took it and looked at it several times, but she still couldn't figure out how such a small leather bag could hold so much firewood.

"This is made of deformed lizard skin. This thing is very common now because this kind of lizard is said to be overrun." Robert coughed and saw Ginny caressing the small bag fondly, but still handed it over. Then he said, "Then, can you ask Miss Ginny to help us bring these firewood back to the camp? As a reward, this bag will be yours."

Ginny seemed a little hesitant. She did not take the bag back, but said, "I'm just helping to take the firewood back. I don't need any reward..."

"Okay Ginny, this was originally given to you, but I just didn't have the chance to take it out." Robert said with a smile, "Everyone has a share, and no matter what, it's impossible for your brothers to ask for a pink bag. ?”

Ginny wrinkled her little nose and snorted deliberately, "So you gave it to me last!" She smiled and hung the small bag around her neck, "Thank you, Robert."

Robert waved his hand and didn't care.

This was the deformed lizard skin bag he bought from Devis-Bans last time. After asking, he found out that they were not interested in the finished bag, but they thought the raw materials were very valuable for research.

Robert bought a lot of lizard skins through Mr. Weasley and took them with him when he went to the Flower Country. The finished products bought from Devis-Bans can only be given to friends little by little.

As for why not keep it for yourself...

Well, although there is a saying among beggars that the more bags they carry, the higher their status is, but being an elder with more than a dozen bags sounds so shameful.

The three of them returned to the camp empty-handed. Mrs. Weasley was still watching Mr. Weasley set up the tent, but she also started to help. She seemed to have despaired of Mr. Weasley's hands-on ability and didn't know how to masturbate with his bare hands. How could Mr. Weasley from Transformers not be able to set up a tent?

After noticing that Mr. Weasley looked happy and kept shortening the distance between him and Mrs. Weasley, Robert felt that he had realized something.

After Mr. Weasley set up his tent, he looked up and saw a bonfire rising in front of the camp.

"Bonfire?" he shouted in surprise, "You built it yourself? How did you do it? This looks great! We must be the most Muggle-like family! Even real Muggles wouldn't know it if they saw it. Suspected!"

No, Muggles would never light a fire in such a wooded area. Robert complained silently. If it weren't for magic, he wouldn't have dared to light a fire. It's very difficult to put out a forest fire, especially in a country like Maple Leaf Country where it happens almost every year.

Mrs. Weasley waved her wand, as if she was taking fire prevention measures. This can be seen from this. If you want to make trouble, you can have a lot of fun with Mr. Weasley, but it is more reliable to take Mrs. Weasley with you when you go out.

Everyone sang and danced in front of the campfire. They also baked bread and fresh fish. Everyone had a good time until Mrs. Weasley drove everyone back to the tent.

"It's getting late, kids." Mrs. Weasley clapped her hands and shouted, "Go to bed quickly, we have to get up early tomorrow!"