v4 Chapter 15： Finnish wood stove

Tom's words caught everyone's attention. Mr. Granger looked at the boy to hear what he had to say.

"This year's World Cup has 100,000 spectators. How many camps do you think are needed? Mr. Roberts is not the only camp manager in this area. The Ministry of Magic should have decided to keep them after weighing them, and then let the wizards monitor them. Because the It is also very troublesome for all these people to go on vacation, and they drag their families with them one by one.

Although Tom's reasons were somewhat flawed, they were reasonable.

Mr. Granger let out a long breath of sullen breath that was stagnant in his chest, feeling a lot more relaxed. It doesn't matter if it's reasonable or not, as long as he believes it.

When his mood improved, Mr. Granger also began to look around the camp. Upon closer inspection, he felt that Mr. Roberts was slow enough to realize something was wrong the first time he came here: the tents here are so weird!

The vast majority of wizards are good wizards who abide by the law. They follow the instructions of the Ministry of Magic and try to make their tents look like Muggle tents as much as possible. Strange things like chimneys and weather vanes. There are also two tents, Mr. Granger is very impressed, one tent is very extravagant using a lot of silk, it looks like a small palace, the other is a four-story high-rise building with Several turrets, like a castle. He also saw a garden with sundials, fountains and other garden decorations.

Coincidentally, the Weasleys' camp was adjacent to the Granger's, and the two open spaces were put together face to face, huddled at the end of the field, with the woods on the edge.

"Fantastic, this is the best location, it deserves to be a first-class box!" Mr. Weasley said happily: "It's very close to the stadium, just over the woods."

He put the backpack on the ground and said to his children: "Okay, we're in Muggle territory now, so we can't use magic, we're going to put up the tent with our own hands... well, yes, that's right. !Harry, come over here

With pride in his mouth, but honesty in Mr. Weasley's body, he called Harry to his side and asked him where to start.

Tom on the opposite side has nothing to do. He took out his tent, tapped his wand, and set up a tent that looked very sturdy.

"Is it a little smaller?" He Ma looked at the tent, then at her daughter, thoughtfully.

"There's nothing inside

At this moment, Harry came over and interrupted Tom's defense.

"Tom, have you ever pitched a tent?" He held a pole in one hand and a screw that he didn't know where to insert it in the other, his face full of helplessness.

"Of course." On Tom's side, he and Mr. Granger were both good tent-pitchers. They walked over and easily helped Mr. Weasley set up two old tents. In the process, Mr. Weasley has been very consistent: he has been dragging his feet and his team contribution has been negative. Whenever the people present used the big-headed hammer, he was very excited, and he didn't know where the excitement was.

However, from the outside, these two tents are a bit too small. There are nine people in the Weasley family including Harry, and from the outside, these two tents can hold five or six people at most.

"By the way, do you want to live with us?" Mr. Weasley remembered something before entering the tent and sent an invitation to the four of them.

"Excellent idea," said Mr. Granger first, "Let the ladies enjoy a tent by themselves.

Tom: (/mouth)/

Hermione and I are clean! Why don't you believe me, Mr. Granger!

Despite holding back his words, he obediently shut his mouth. No way, facing Mr. Granger, Tom unconsciously became shorter. Who asked him to take away the little cabbage that the Granger family had cultivated for more than ten years?

No, this cabbage hasn't cocked up yet! He's just wandering near Hermione like a beast guarding the spirit grass! Tom followed behind Mr. Weasley and got into the tent.

The space inside is indeed much larger than the outside, like a three-bedroom with a complete kitchen and bathroom and matching furniture. The fly in the ointment is that there is a strange smell in the air.

The bedroom was like a student dormitory, with four bunk beds. Mr. Weasley counted the number of people, and with a wave of his hand, decided to let the three eldest children, Bill, Charlie, and Percy, sleep in the Granger's tent.

"I'll open a window to ventilate." This tent is useless for a few days, and the objects inside have a strange smell, which needs to be ventilated to remove the smell, and the empty kettle in the tent tells everyone that they need to fetch water.

Mr. Weasley decided to send Harry, Ron, and Ginny to fetch water together, and the rest were responsible for picking up firewood to make a fire, and by the way, they cleaned the bed and the like, and there was a lot of dust on it.

Naturally, the fire must be made in the Muggle way.

Tom has his own ideas about making fire. He has a fantastic Muggle way of making fire called the Finnish wood stove.

He first walked around the woods, and finally selected a large tree that was cut down. Obviously not all wizards have the skills to collect firewood. Instead of struggling to find dead branches, it is better to make a batch Fallen leaves.

More than half of the felled tree was gone, and Tom found a way to cut a two-foot stake back.

"Mr. Weasley, what I'm going to introduce to you now is that the traditional heating method of Nordic Muggles is very effective and very traditional." When Tom rolled this two-foot-long, two-foot-thick large wooden stake back to the camp , Mr. Weasley's eyes straightened.

Nordic, Muggle, traditional, these three keywords attracted him, he hurried to Tom's side, wanting to see what the legendary Finnish stove looked like.

"Finland is a Muggle country. It is located in northern Europe. The weather is bitter and cold. Muggles do not have superb warmth skills like wizards in the wild..." Before setting up the stove, Tom began to tell a story and introduced the Finnish stove. Origin, this time, everyone was attracted by him.

"So the aborigines in Finland thought of this heating method, they would not worry about carbon monoxide poisoning, and the heat utilization rate is also very high."

Tom pointed to the stake, "This stake can burn for a day, keeping a ten-square-meter tent warm in the Scandinavian ice field."

Crowd: Wow!

"Now I need an axe."

Mr. Weasley immediately got into the tent and came out with an axe.

Tom split the stake in front of him into thirds, then cut off a section of the core, and finally closed the split stakes together. At this point, a hole larger than a fist was left in the middle of the stake.

Tom drove in three more posts around the stake, keeping the stake a little off the ground.

"It's time to put some kind of igniter in it now." Tom treated the dead branches and leaves collected by others a little, removed the damp parts, kept the dry wood chips and dead leaves that are highly flammable, and stuffed them into the cavity .

Finally, he lit a match and threw it into the hole.