An Unexpectedly Luxurious Tent

Among the many bizarre tents, one tent stood out in particular. Calling it a tent did not seem quite right; it should have been called a canopy tent.

The canopy tent was like a tiny palace. The open space in front of it was like a small garden, complete with a bird bath, a sundial, and a fountain. There were even peacocks pacing back and forth.

Vizet and Luna helped up a passerby who had tripped, and a Ministry of Magic employee walked over. He patted the Ivy Tent and started arguing with the wizard living inside.

"I wonder who put up that luxury tent..." Vizet and Luna skirted around the canopy tent and, without realizing it, had arrived behind Xenophilius.

Vizet felt the space in front of him fall into shadow, and only then did he look away and glance ahead. It was the direction of their tent.

Hearing Luna's laughter, Xenophilius turned his head, shrugged, and said, "When I went to buy the tent, I happened to run into Lucius, who had also come to buy a tent..."

"At the time, the newspaper had just sent me a letter, and it was rather urgent... Lucius said he could help me buy it... But who would have thought he would actually buy a tent like this?"

Vizet and the others' tent also had to be called a canopy tent. It was not much different from the previous one, except that it lacked a small garden.

"Vizet, you're here!" Draco Malfoy's voice came from behind them. "How is it? This tent's not bad, right?"

"When they were putting up the tents this morning, I saw you hadn't arrived yet, so I thought I'd have those people help put yours up too..."

"Draco!" his mother Narcissa Malfoy's voice rang out, cutting