A Fairly Comfortable Camping Life

Night fell.

Aaron lay alone in the tent, idly looking at the stars through the skylight.

It was his first time running away from home and his first time camping alone in the wild, so he was inevitably a little unaccustomed to it.

The accommodations were naturally incomparable to his usual conditions, but holding the Holy Dragon brand pillow in his arms, being covered with the top-quality Magic Carpet, and having his head resting on the Backpack full of money, still warmed his rather worldly heart.

"Sleep!"

Aaron was about to close his eyes when he involuntarily frowned.

Clang! Clang!

From the very top of the Burrow came the sound of Ghoul knocking on pipes.

Although he was quite far from Aaron, his physical abilities were several times stronger than the average person, so he could barely hear the not-so-subtle sound.

Honestly, nobody likes noise while sleeping, and Aaron couldn't do anything about that Ghoul.

After the Burrow, neither the owner of the Burrow nor anyone else had driven him away or eliminated him, and even Ron Weasley, who was closest to the Ghoul, hadn't voiced any objections.

This means that the Weasley family are quite familiar with this Ghoul, and because of this acquaintance, he wouldn't dare to harm him.

Aaron sighed softly, raised his palm, and cast a simple soundproofing spell on the tent.

As a layer of white light flashed by, the world became much quieter.

However, just when Aaron thought he could rest, several small shadows appeared on the tent.

In the garden, there are a few Gnome n't sleep and want to find something to do. They won't bother them in the Burrow, but they might not be able to in this tent.

"These days, you can't even sleep peacefully."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, stepped out of the tent, looked at the eight short, fat little guys outside who looked like potatoes that had been boiled, and said in a deep voice, "I won't bother you, and you shouldn't bother me either."

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences.

However, these Gnome clearly didn't take Aaron's warning to heart and continued to do as they pleased, chattering away outside the tent.

"Then don't blame me." Aaron shook his head and put Abei down from his arms. "Go."

Abei let out a low growl and pounced on the eight Gnome.

With the physical prowess of the dragon race, these small animals, whose fighting strength is no better than that of weaklings, can easily take on eight of them at once.

The Burrow then, the door to the Burrow suddenly opened, and Mr. Weasley rushed in, carrying a lamp. "I almost forgot, you need to keep an eye on Aaron Gnome the garden..."

Before he could finish speaking, Arthur's voice abruptly stopped.

Because in front of him, Abei displayed a fighting ability completely different from his appearance.

With a single swipe of its paw, it sent one Gnome flying, then pounced on Gnome that was trying to run into the garden. The remaining six lay on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Mr. Weasley, is there something you need?"

"There is none left.

"Just a heads-up, I'll still be in charge of you, you Fantastic Beasts, from now on." Arthur forced a smile and turned to walk towards the Burrow.

Aaron shrugged and picked up Abei, who was about to unleash Dragon Breath attack. "Give him a lesson, but don't kill him!"

Abei nodded and followed Aaron back to the tent.

After it demonstrated its power, the Gnome in Yu Garden calmed down considerably. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he also felt that the frogs in the pond had quieted down.

The next day, Aaron got up very early.

He stepped out of the tent and stretched in the first rays of morning sunlight.

"You're awake." George and Fred came over. "You're up early! Even my dad only gets up this early when the Ministry of Magic does a surprise inspection."

"Um... aren't you guys not late either?"

"This is different. We specifically set an alarm clock; we usually sleep in at this time!" George said.

"What? Training Quidditch so early in the morning?"

"It's not the main reason that this is the case," Fred said. "I reckon Wood will give us a long lecture once school starts, saying his love for Quidditch is simply greater than anyone else's."

"I heard that he also makes you train with him when it rains?"

"That depends on how heavy the rain is." George shrugged, then looked at Aaron's tent and asked hesitantly, "Um...where's your flying blanket?"

Aaron realized what was happening and glanced in the direction of the village, which was still shrouded in darkness.

"No wonder you guys got up so early, you're really going all out!"

"We've always been interested in new and unusual things," Fred said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Aaron smiled, took a dark blue blanket from the tent, and spread it out in mid-air.

Looking at the Magic Carpet floating steadily in mid-air, the Weasley brothers' eyes gleamed, and suddenly they didn't think Flying Broomstick were so appealing anymore.

"Should we wait for Harry and the others?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

"No need, it will be too late once they wake up."

George and Weasley said in unison, and then eagerly jumped onto the Magic Carpet.

The reason they get up so early is because the Muggle in the village are still asleep at this time. They don't have to worry about being discovered, so they can let loose and experience the magic of the Flying Carpet without restraint.

The dark blue shadow vanished from Aaron's sight in an instant, while the Weasley twins ' Magic Carpet flew wildly around nearby.

The Magic Carpet was much faster than their broom, and the two of them experienced the feeling of speeding through the air for the first time in a long time.

More than two hours later, Harry and Ron finally came out of the room.

Seeing George and Fred the Sun on the Magic Carpet, both of them were a little tempted.

Before they could even speak, the Weasley twins controlled the Magic Carpet to descend, folding it neatly and placing it in Aaron's hands.

"This... isn't what you're doing a bit inappropriate?" Ron said unhappily. "We just started!"

"Perfect timing," Fred teased. "The Muggle are all awake now. It's not a good time to fly high. If we're discovered, the Ministry of Magic will send someone to deal with us, and that would be troublesome."

"So..." George handed the two Flying Broomstick to Harry and Ron respectively, "You guys should play with these! Remember to fly low."

Aaron glanced at them meaningfully, "That's what they call the early bird catches the worm."

"Tomorrow! You'll have your chance."

"Can't we stay out late?" Harry asked. "And shouldn't the Muggle be careful not to stay out late too?"

Not to mention, this blanket has natural camouflage at night.

"This really won't work." Ron hesitated for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Mom has gone to buy groceries. She said she's going to prepare a big meal tonight to celebrate Ginny's admission to Hogwarts."

"And school starts tomorrow, if we have too much fun tonight we might miss our train."

"All right!"

"It's okay." Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder. "If you lend me the Invisibility Cloak, I can lend you the blanket."

Harry nodded helplessly, and he and Ron picked up brooms and cleared a fenced-off area on the hill, passing the time by tossing apples.

After everyone had left, Aaron felt a little bored.

So I simply made a simple fishing rod, moved a small stool to the pond, and started fishing.

However, he wasn't very lucky. The Weasley family had already finished lunch, and he had only caught one fish, which was then destroyed by his pet.

The burst of Dragon Fire came so suddenly that before he could react, Abei had already cooked the fish. Although the taste might not be great, it was still a treat.

After all, it's a dragon. It can eat anything, even raw food, let alone cooked food!

After that, Aaron kept it under his watchful eye. From a distance, this pair of pets served as the backdrop for his retirement.

"Why won't it bite?" Aaron gritted his teeth as he looked at the nearest big grass carp.

This is the fish he'd been eyeing for three hours.

But even after casting the hook several times and baiting the fish right up to its mouth, it remained unmoved.

Not only did it not bite, but it also kept swimming around the bait, perhaps guarding its food, or perhaps checking for traps. Aaron himself never imagined that he would fight a three-hour battle with a fish.

"How about I catch it?" Abei couldn't stand it anymore; if his wife sat down any longer, she'd probably turn into a wooden carving.

"No way!" Aaron shook his head. "At this point, it's all about patience. I'm not going to be defeated by a fish."

Abei curled her lip, unconvinced, thinking the girl was making a mountain out of a molehill.

It had just shifted to a more comfortable position when the fishing line began to sway violently, and its big eyes cautiously peered into the water.

"Finally, they took the bait."

Aaron's lips curled into a slight smile, and he suddenly exerted force with his right hand, pulling the grass carp below upwards with all his might.

Click!

Just as they were about to pull the fish out of the water, the not-so-sturdy fishing rod suddenly broke in two.

Aaron inwardly groaned. It would have been one thing if he hadn't caught anything, but to lose when he was just one step away from a perfect catch was something no one could accept.

Seeing the grass carp dragging a half-broken wooden pole but swimming further and further away, Aaron immediately grabbed the half-broken fishing rod in his hand and used Transfiguration to transform it into a long net pole.

The net rod was quickly lowered into the water and then pulled up sharply to scoop out the grass carp.

Aaron looked at his hard-earned spoils and took a deep breath. "What a rollercoaster ride! But in the end, I'm still the winner!"

Looking at the lively grass carp, two options came to Aaron's mind.

Steamed? Braised?

But after hesitating for a short while, he borrowed kitchen utensils and seasonings and added a plate of braised fish to the evening's feast.