Harry Potter I Am Death

Chapter 127 Set up a tent

"This is your camp map," Roberts calmly handed a piece of crumpled paper to Mr. Weasley.

His expression was completely different from the expression of doubt and complaint just now, as if he hadn't seen anything for a while.

After receiving the map, Mr. Weasley led a group of people and followed the wizard in bloomers through the stone gate and into the camp.

Roberts just glanced at the strangely dressed adults with strange eyes.

When Mr. Roberts' figure was completely covered by the thick fog, the wizard in the bloomers did not talk loudly to Mr. Weasley.

"I can guarantee that I can give him ten forgetting curses in this period of time." The wizard has serious dark circles, and it seems that the Ministry of Magic has been really tortured this time.

"Ten times? Wouldn't this cause damage to his spirit?" Hermione couldn't believe it. In her opinion, although the Oblivion Charm is not offensive, it still affects people's memory.

Just like Neville, as one of the children of prophecy, how could he behave as mediocre as he is now?

During the period when the Dark Lord Voldemort was rampant, Neville's parents, the Longbottoms, were excellent Aurors who openly resisted the Death Eaters and their master Voldemort.

Later, he was captured by Death Eaters and completely insane under the torture of Voldemort's number one fangirl, Bellatrix Lestrange.

No one knows how many Cruciatus curses they endured.

Under normal circumstances, as one of the three unforgivable curses, the Cruciatus Curse, it is difficult for someone to survive it twice.

Bella is a lunatic. She crazily tortured the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse. If they hadn't been rescued in time, they would definitely die of pain.

These things left extremely terrible memories for Neville, who was still young.

In order to prevent these terrible memories from adversely affecting Neville's temperament, Neville's grandmother cast a forgetting spell on Neville.

But just because Neville was too young, the Amnesia that erased his memory also made him forgetful ever since.

That's why Hermione was shocked to hear that Mr. Roberts was being oblivious to about ten times a day.

"Don't worry, the Ministry of Magic has always done things properly." The wizard glanced at several people, and found that everyone except Mr. Weasley cast suspicious eyes on his words.

Especially the dazzlingly dressed Sirius, who did not hide the contempt and dissatisfaction in his eyes at all.

"Ah... it's like this, we cast him with a very mild Oblivion Curse, and we drop potions in his cup every day to protect his brain"

He was a little embarrassed, so he quickly explained, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone, and he was relieved to see that everyone's expressions were at least relaxed.

It's just that Sirius still disdains him very much.

"That's it. Alright, Arthur, I'll take you here, and there will be a lot of people coming later."

Mr. Weasley waved him, "Thanks a lot!"

The man apparated away.

Several people faced an open space, and a wooden sign was inserted beside it, which said Weasley.

Mr. Weasley put his hips on his hips, looked at the open space in front of him, "It seems that we have to build the tent by ourselves.

Well... as a matter of principle, the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow us to use magic, so we'd better build our tent with our own hands, the Muggle way! "

Mr. Weasley also emphasized on being Muggle-like at the end, and he looked very excited. He had been looking forward to putting up the tent for a long time.

"But we have so many wizards gathered together, it shouldn't matter if we use magic!", Ron was frowning, he had been thinking of finding the tent quickly and getting in to get a good night's sleep.

Several other young wizards also looked at Mr. Weasley expectantly.

Mr. Weasley crossed his hips helplessly, and glanced at several young wizards, "This is a regulation of the Ministry of Magic. As a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, I must lead at least one head."

Mr. Weasley shook his finger, which was self-evident.

"I know, I know, we must support the great Mr. Weasley!", the twins teased, and then they stepped forward and began to fiddle with the tents piled on the ground.

"Actually, I can't tell the direction of this thing very clearly." Sirius grabbed a corner of the tent cloth and fiddled with it, expressing that he was at a loss.

"It doesn't matter... just feel and feel!" Mr. Weasley was full of energy, bent down and fiddled with it, but he didn't come up with anything.

Eli and Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, it seemed that it was up to them.

All three of them have experienced camping in Muggle schools, and of course they have pitched tents.

But Harry said he wasn't very good at it, and Dursley rarely signed his parental opinion form.

After a while, at least Eli and Hermione figured out where a few nails were.

It was not difficult to pitch the tent. With the efforts of Eli and Hermione, the tent was successfully propped up after a while.

Looking at the short, crooked tent, Harry was full of doubts.

"I want to say, with so many of us, how can this tent hold it?"

"You'll find out later," Eli put it off.

In fact, when he first saw the tent cloth, he could tell that it was also a product of alchemy.

Anyway, the space in this tent is definitely not as small as it looks from the outside.

"Look, this is our tent! I have to tell you, the pitch is just beyond the woods, and we can't get any closer!" Mr. Weasley looked smug.

Eli looked at the other tents, and this one was the most normal one.

Some of the other tents had a chimney plugged in, a weathervane on top, and a fountain, which made them look nondescript.

"Come on, let's take a good tour of our mansion first!"

Mr. Weasley climbed into the tent first with great anticipation, followed by Sirius.

"Hey, that's great." Eli followed in. The space inside was more than enough to accommodate a few of them, and there was even room for movement in the middle.

There are all the facilities inside, but the decoration style is really very similar to the Weasley's house, and everything is unreasonable.

Harry followed in, his eyeballs nearly popping out, isn't this an apartment?

It looked exactly like Mrs. Figg's, and he even suspected it was Mrs. Figg's.

When he was at the Dursleys they had always been rather stingy with travel, and would rather leave Harry at Mrs Figg's than take him out with them.

Harry was always curious. Mrs. Figg had very little contact with the Dursleys. The Dursleys seldom talked about Mrs. Figg.