As they gradually entered late June, the sweltering weather became the greatest obstacle to everyone's hard work. Even though most tasks only required a wave of a wand, people still found it difficult to endure working beneath the blazing sun, so they unanimously decided to move their work to the coolest hours of the day.
So even though they still had to work hard near dusk, no one had any complaints about it.
At that moment, two long shadows appeared out of thin air on the gravel path outside Avalon with a sudden crack, then walked side by side toward the village in the distance.
"Getting a rare day off, but why do I feel so uncomfortable about it?"
For some reason, Ron felt inexplicably awkward every time he came to this village, even wanting to turn around and leave straight away.
"Anyway, I'm already sick of having to work overtime every day. It's practically a disaster."
Harry surveyed the scenery around him, deeply astonished by the changes here.
"I remember when I first came here, this road hadn't been covered in gravel yet, and those houses over there had only just had their foundations laid."
"Who knows what deal Kingsley made with those bastards."
Looking at the utterly transformed village ahead, Ron felt increasingly miserable. He even regretted agreeing to become an Auror first instead of coming here to help build the village, leaving him unable to find a place for himself in this village.
"Harry, Ron!"
As the two followed the gravel path closer to the village, a tall figure on a nearby hillside waved at them with the setting sun behind him.
"Hagrid, what are you doing here?"
Harry looked at the giant walking toward them, surprised that Hagrid, who ought to have been at Hogwarts, was