Africa's wizarding world looked this wild.
Go with the flow.
Ian adapted immediately as well.
"Alright."
Ian thanked him and walked along the vine bridge.
The hut did not look large from the outside, but it truly held far more within.
The interior was much more spacious and comfortable than it appeared from outside, clearly enhanced with an Undetectable Extension Charm. The furnishings were simple but complete—a wooden bed covered with clean linen sheets, a desk, a chair, and a small stone-walled washroom in the corner.
Old, yet unexpectedly clean.
The animal-hide blanket on the bed was thin but flea-free. Several insect-repelling herbs had been placed in a clay jar on the corner of the desk, and the faint scent of lemongrass filled the air.
A short candle burned quietly in the oil lamp jar in the corner, casting a gentle light.
"Not bad."
Ian was quite satisfied with the accommodations. He locked the door and cast several simple warning spells and Soundproofing Charms. When traveling, one naturally had to be extra cautious.
After taking the necessary precautions, Ian looked around again.
It was hardly luxurious, but that was normal. Like The Leaky Cauldron Ian knew, most wizarding inns had been passed down for many years.
Old, worn, and very simple—those were standard features of such inns. Most wizards did not share Muggles' fondness for enjoying luxurious hotels.
"At least it isn't the kind of living environment Indian Brothers have. Spartan doesn't mean filthy." Ian read magical newspapers too, so he knew that the living conditions of both wizards and Muggles in India were about the same.
Rats ran rampant there, scorpions hid beneath the bedboards, and the air always carried the stench of stagnant water. Both Muggles and wizards were accustomed to it. It could be called the most