Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 518 The Luxurious Magic Tent

Chapter 518 The Luxurious Magic Tent

That evening, at the Weasleys's warm invitation, Sirius did not return to Diagon Alley but chose to stay overnight at the Burrow, as did Harry and Hermione.

With more people, the already cramped dwelling became even more crowded.

This situation has occurred before—it was similar during last year's Quidditch World Cup, when the Weasleys' children returned, along with guests, making a total of more than a dozen people crammed into the Burrow.

But it seems like we don't have to squeeze in today.

"Thanks to Sirius, he brought the tent and the car together. How come I never realized he was so thoughtful?" Mrs. Weasley said, as she set up a small, triangular tent near the stairs.

Fred was the first to crawl in, and then everyone heard his surprised shout.

"Come in and take a look!"

George, who followed closely behind, also shouted, "This place is absolutely fantastic!"

The others quickly followed.

Xilun was the third to crawl into the tent. As soon as he entered, he felt his feet go soft, as if he were walking on clouds.

Moon-obsessed beast's plush rug!

Xilen pursed his lips. He remembered that this thing was incredibly expensive, second only to the unicorn plush cushion that Hagrid had woven himself.

But inside the tent, this carpet covered the entire hall.

This magical tent is not as small as it looks from the outside. It has been enchanted with a Stretch-Without-Trace Charm and is about the same size as the Gryffindor common room.

So this whole rug alone could cost several thousand, or even tens of thousands of Galleons.

In addition, there are wooden furniture with gold trim, glittering candlesticks, and a three-tiered chandelier—in terms of sheer luxury, this place is more like the Black family’s old mansion than 12 Grimoire Place.

Those who entered later were equally stunned by the luxurious decorations and were speechless.

"Mom, can I stay here tonight?" Ron asked urgently. "Please, I'll give you my room—"

Mrs. Weasley remained relatively calm, though she was momentarily stunned, she quickly regained her composure.

"No, Ron, this is for guests," she said.

Ron's face immediately showed a look of disappointment.

"Truly worthy of being a pure-blooded family that has lasted for hundreds of years." Bill walked up to a tapestry and carefully examined its patterns. "This is in the medieval style. I've seen similar things in Gringotts, Egypt, and they should cost around nine hundred gallons."

"How much?" Mr. Weasley smacked his lips.

His monthly salary is eighty gallons, so he would need to save for a year without eating or drinking in order to afford this seemingly ordinary and somewhat ugly tapestry.

"It might be even more expensive." Bill reached out and touched the tapestry again. "The workmanship of this tapestry is clearly better than the one in Gringotts."

Mr. Weasley also went over to take a look, and to be honest, after looking at it for a while, it did look much better.

"Are all pure-blood families this rich?" Ron exclaimed, his gaze suddenly falling on Siren as if he had thought of something.

"Sirlen, I remember you said that the Ollivanders are the oldest pure-blood family, so does your family also have one of those—"

"No, don't talk nonsense, I'm not—" Before he could finish speaking, Xiren quickly shook his head and denied, "Olivendine is indeed the oldest pure-blood family, but not the richest."

"To put it another way, the most valuable thing the Ollivander family owns is probably that wand shop in Diagon Alley."

As the most famous wizarding street in the UK, the magical deeds in Diagon Alley are quite expensive. For example, the annual rent for 93 Diagon Alley, which Fred and George are planning to rent, is around 500 Galleons. Buying it outright would be an astronomical price.

However, the wand shop's location isn't that great, so the prices might be a bit lower. Of course, they wouldn't be able to sell them anyway, as the Ministry of Magic wouldn't agree to that.

"Did you forget about the wands in the shop?" Bill said with a laugh. "There must be at least a thousand wands there, which must be worth a fortune."

Xilun glanced at him.

"If you're willing to buy all the wands at once, I can offer you a good discount."

"Then forget it, I don't need that many," Bill said.

Afterwards, everyone took a careful tour of the tent, as if they were on a visit.

There are two floors and seven rooms, each showcasing a different level of luxury. But overall, it looks similar to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, as if a piece of it was carved out from the lobby and second floor.

Moreover, according to Sirius Black, his mother gave away most of the family's belongings. If it were the previous number twelve Grimmauld Place, the situation would probably be similar to that in the tent.

Although there are many rooms, Mrs. Weasley insists that the children sleep in their own rooms.

It wasn't until Harry stepped forward and offered to let everyone live there that Weasley reluctantly changed her mind.

But he only agreed to let Ron and Ginny stay; the older children had to go back to their rooms—fortunately, they didn't mind.

Percy didn't even come in. Bill had seen much more expensive ones (the unexplored spaces inside the Egyptian pyramids, even if they were only the size of a broom, could be worth tens of thousands of gallons).

Fred and George were also eager to try sleeping on a bed made of gallons, but they were more concerned about the Weasleys Wizarding Arts, which was about to take its first steps. Discussing these things in their familiar room felt much more natural.

Afterwards, everyone left the tent and returned to their humble abode.

Mrs. Weasley timed it perfectly and brought out freshly baked butter cookies.

"You can choose a place to set up your tent; anywhere here will do." She placed the plate on the table.

"Or you could place it in the garden if you wish," Mr. Weasley continued. "Isn't that what Muggles do—camp?"

"Muggles don't usually camp in their own gardens," Hermione explained quietly. But Mr. Weasley didn't seem particularly concerned, only asking about some details of camping and how the portable stove worked.

However, no one was very interested in camping, and the tent was eventually moved to a spot next to the fireplace—Mrs. Weasley seemed to think that it would be much warmer inside the tent from there.

"Mom, didn't you see the fireplace in the tent just now?"

"Of course I saw that, Fred. I just wanted them to be warm when they left the tent."

"But Mom, I'm George—"

"I am Fred—"

"You still don't recognize us?"

The tent flap was lowered, blocking out the voices of the group.