"But about the tent..." Edward looked at the Weasleys' campsite, which was still just a pile of tent material. "Actually, I've put them up a few times before. How about I help you…"
"No," Mr. Weasley stretched out a finger and shook his head firmly. "Edward, we have to do it the Muggle way this time. We're on Muggle ground, so we have to put the tent up with our own hands – that's how Muggles do it – speaking of which, Edward, do you know where this thing is supposed to go in the end? Like a brick to weigh the tent down?"
Mr. Weasley pointed to the mallet, eagerly asking Edward about the function of various interesting little tools.
"At least Arthur is a quick learner," Edward said to Cohen when they arrived at their own campsite. "He can rival your mother – do you know how to put up a tent?"
Edward unloaded his backpack – inside was the tent they would be staying in for the next few days.
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Cohen's eyes widened.
"You don't? Then why were you teaching Mr. Weasley for so long?!"
"I couldn't just tell him I didn't know…" Edward said, avoiding eye contact. "A wizard who's lived in Muggle society for over ten years can't put up a tent…"
"…" Cohen said, struggling to keep it together. "How could I possibly know – do you expect me to pop out of the womb knowing how to pitch a tent?"
"Well, we could just stay in your box then," Edward suggested a solution. "Just prop up a little bit of the tent fabric…"
"No," Cohen immediately refused.
The Inferi army was busy doing construction work inside the box; if Edward saw that, it would scare him half to death.
"?" Edward made a sound of confusion.
"It's being renovated," Cohen said. "You can't go in. Norbert is throwing a tantrum because of the renovation, so it's easy to get accidentally injured if you go in. It's just pitching a tent; if worst comes to worst, we can just prop up a cloak with some sticks…"
Although Cohen hadn't learned how to pitch a tent, things that didn't involve mathematics or mechanics were easy enough to figure out.
Cohen and Edward only took half an hour to completely understand the positions of the screws and poles.
They put up a pale blue pointed tent. Cohen felt the colour scheme was more suitable for a circus than a campsite.
Similar to other wizards' tents, this one also had a complete three-bedroom setup inside, and the air was filled with a lavender scent – because Rose had washed everything inside.
On the coffee table in the tent's living room was a photo of a young couple, wearing pointed wizard hats, seemingly travelling on brooms.
"Who's that?" Cohen didn't see any resemblance between the people in the photo and Edward and Rose.
"Your grandparents," Edward headed straight for the kitchen, planning to quickly replenish the breakfast he had thrown up that morning. "Martha didn't need them, and we happened to need them for this trip, so I borrowed them… Do you think a house-elf can Apparate directly from home to here? I think your mother might have… forgotten to pack food."
"Try shouting for Dobby."
Cohen said,
"If there really aren't any ingredients, I can fetch you a sheep from the box…"
While Edward was fumbling in the kitchen, Cohen pushed open the bedroom door.
There was a two-story four-poster bed here; Cohen and Edward could have one floor each – the living situation was quite comfortable.
Cohen shoved the box under the bed. Moments later, there was a slight popping sound from the kitchen next door.
Then, Dobby's high-pitched voice rang out.
"Yes, sir!" Dobby said. "Dobby will be right back with breakfast!"
House-elves really could hear their master's call from a great distance. This mechanism was even better than the Count for use in battle.
Edward most likely didn't need help anymore, so Cohen also needed to start going out to do some "proper business."
"I'm going out for a walk," Cohen said as he passed the kitchen. "Make some friends."
"Go on, go on, making friends is good," Edward said happily. "If you meet someone you like, remember to bring them back for me to have a look. I'll cover for you –"
"Not making girlfriends," Cohen replied, twitching the corner of his mouth.
Leaving the tent, Cohen glanced at the Weasley family's campsite. Harry and Hermione had also finished setting up. Sirius had taken Harry back to the "Black family" campsite, right next to the Weasley campsite. Sirius's tent was significantly more luxurious than the tent borrowed by the Weasleys.
Not every wizard's tent was a three-story house complete with a garden fountain.
But Cohen didn't plan to go that way – his target was the northernmost part of the campsite area.
Voldemort had said they would meet after the match, but Cohen wanted to see if he could run into Lucius – to get involved in the plan early.
Cohen knew who their target was – a few Muggle families lived in this campsite area because this area was their land.
Tormenting Muggles was a specialty of the Death Eaters.
However, Cohen's intention was to help these Death Eaters find a better, more valuable target with a greater sense of self-fulfilment.
For example…
"Cohen."
Lucius had just seen the Flint family off when he saw a familiar small figure.
He lowered his voice and looked around – luckily, the northern part of the campsite only had their group of "Death Eaters" left, so Cohen's appearance wouldn't attract any unnecessary attention.
"What is it? Come inside and talk…"
Saying this, Lucius quickly pulled Cohen into the tent.
Draco Malfoy was still inside the tent, boredom evident as he poked a crystal ball with his wand. When he saw Cohen walk in, he immediately jumped up nervously.
"Draco, go out for a walk," Lucius said sternly.
"Ye-yes…" Little Malfoy almost fled for his life – he knew Cohen's arrival definitely meant something serious, especially now that the Dark Lord was staying at their house.
The Dark Lord had a very high opinion of Cohen, which Malfoy couldn't understand – and he didn't dare continue associating with this monster-like "classmate."
"Is there a situation?" Lucius asked Cohen nervously. "The Dark Lord said we should only meet after the match is over…"
"Where's Voldemort?" Cohen looked around, seemingly searching for Voldemort in the tent – but it was obvious without thinking that Voldemort wouldn't run such a big risk by coming here himself.
"The Dark Lord doesn't need to come in person…" Lucius said. "My efforts and those of the other Death Eaters are enough."
"Who are your targets?" Cohen said. "Have you thought about it? I've got several ideas…"
"A few Muggle families living here," Lucius said. "We think it's a very typical…"
"Death Eater activity," Cohen finished the sentence. "Does Voldemort know about this? Your first attack, just to torment a few Muggles?"
"No, I… don't know…" Lucius said. "The Dark Lord… just told us to gather the Death Eaters for a parade using the Dark Mark…"
"Muggles are too low value," the not-at-all-vengeful Cohen shook his head in disapproval. "It's like stepping on ants, not impactful enough. I suggest doing something big – what do you think about the Minister for Magic?"