Chapter 135 A Relatively Comfortable Camping Life

Night fell.

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

It was his first time running away from home and camping alone in the wild, so he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

The accommodation conditions were naturally incomparable to usual ones, but the Holy Dragon pillow in his arms, the top-grade magic carpet on his body, and the backpack full of funds under his head still warmed his more secular heart a lot.

"Sleep!"

Aaron just wanted to close his eyes, but he frowned involuntarily.

Clang clang clang!

The sound of the ghoul knocking on the pipe came from the top of the burrow again.

Although it was far away from Aaron, his current physical fitness was several times stronger than that of ordinary people, and he could barely hear this not-so-subtle sound.

To be honest, no one likes to have noise when sleeping, but Aaron couldn't do anything about the ghoul.

After all, the owner of the Burrow had never driven him away or eliminated him, and even Ron Weasley, who was closest to the ghoul, did not raise any objections.

This meant that the Weasley family was very familiar with the ghoul, and it was difficult for him to attack with this familiar identity.

Aaron sighed slightly, raised his palm, and cast a simple soundproofing magic on the tent.

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

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

There were a few goblins in the garden who couldn't sleep and wanted to find something to do. They would not disturb the Burrow, but this tent might not be the case.

"These days! I can't even sleep peacefully."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, walked out of the tent, looked at the eight short and fat little guys outside, who looked like potatoes that had become spirits, and said in a deep voice: "I won't disturb you, and you'd better not disturb me.

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

However, these goblins obviously didn't take Aaron's warning to heart, and continued to do their own thing, chirping outside the tent.

"Then don't blame me." Aaron shook his head and put Abe down in his arms, "Go."

Roar!

Abe roared and pounced on the eight goblins.

With the physical fitness of the dragon race, it can easily beat eight of these harmful garden animals with the same combat power as weak chickens.

At this time, the door of the Burrow suddenly opened, and Mr. Weasley ran over in a hurry with a lamp, "I almost forgot, Aaron, you have to pay attention to the goblins in the garden..."

Before he finished speaking, Arthur's voice stopped abruptly.

Because in front of him, Abe showed a fighting power that was completely different from his appearance.

He slapped a goblin with one claw and caught another goblin that wanted to run into the garden. As for the remaining six, they lay on the ground and groaned in pain.

"Mr. Weasley, is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing else.

Just reminding you to take good care of your magical animal in the future." Arthur smiled far-fetchedly and turned to walk towards the Burrow.

Aaron shrugged and picked up Abe who was about to wash the floor with dragon breath. "Just teach him a lesson, don't really kill him!"

Abe nodded and followed Aaron back to the tent.

After it showed its strength, the goblins in the garden became much more obedient. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the frogs in the pond also became quiet.

......

The next day, Aaron got up early.

He walked out of the tent and stretched himself in the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

"You're awake." George and Fred came over. "You got up so early! Even my dad only gets up so early when the Ministry of Magic conducts surprise inspections."

"Uh... Aren't you guys not late?"

"That's different. We set the alarm on purpose. We usually sleep in at this time!" George said.

"Why? Are you training Quidditch so early in the morning?"

"That's part of the reason, but it's not the main reason." Fred said. "I guess Wood will give us a long lecture after school starts. His love for Quidditch is simply greater than anyone else."

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

"It depends on how heavy the rain is." George shrugged, then looked at Aaron's tent and asked embarrassedly: "Um... Where is your flying blanket?"

Aaron reacted and looked in the direction of the village. It was still shrouded in the night.

"No wonder you got up so early. You're really trying!"

"We are always interested in new things." Fred said, with some eagerness in his voice.

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

Looking at the magic carpet floating steadily in the air, the Weasley brothers' eyes flickered, and suddenly they felt that the flying broom was not so good.

"Do you want to wait for Harry and the others?" Aaron asked meaningfully.

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

George and Weasley said in unison, and then jumped onto the magic carpet impatiently.

The reason why they got up so early was because the Muggles in the village were still sleeping at this time. They didn't have to worry about being discovered, so they could let go and experience the magic of the flying carpet without restraint.

The dark blue shadow disappeared in front of Aaron, and the Weasley brothers controlled the magic carpet to fly around nearby.

The speed of the magic carpet was much faster than their broom, and the two of them also experienced the feeling of speeding for the first time in a long time.

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

Seeing George and Fred sitting on the magic carpet and basking in the sun, both of them were a little moved.

But before they could speak, the Weasley brothers controlled the magic carpet to descend, and folded it and put it in Aaron's hand.

"This... isn't it appropriate for you to do this?" Ron said unhappily, "We just arrived!"

"Very appropriate." Fred teased, "The Muggles are awake, and it's not suitable to fly at high altitudes at this time. If you are discovered, the Ministry of Magic will send someone to deal with it, and then it will be troublesome."

"So..." George stuffed two flying brooms into Harry and Ron's hands respectively, "You should still play with this! Remember to fly low."

Aaron looked at them sympathetically, "This is called the early bird catches the worm.

Tomorrow! You will have a chance."

"Can't it be tonight?" Harry asked, "Muggles should also pay attention to the night I can't!

Not to mention that this blanket has a natural protective color at night. "

"This really won't work." Ron hesitated for a while and smiled bitterly: "Mom went to buy ingredients. It said that she would prepare a big meal tonight to celebrate Ginny's going to Hogwarts this year.

And school will start tomorrow. If we have fun tonight, we may not be able to catch tomorrow's train."

"Okay!"

"It doesn't matter." Aaron patted Harry on the shoulder, "If you lend me the invisible cloak in the future, I can lend you the blanket."

Harry nodded helplessly, and Ron picked up the broom and went to a fenced area on the mountain to kill time by throwing apples.

Everyone had left, and Aaron felt a little bored alone.

He simply made a simple fishing rod, moved a small stool and started fishing by the pond.

But his luck was not very good. The Weasleys had finished lunch, and he only caught one fish, which was eaten by the pet.

The dragon flames came out so suddenly that before he could react, Abei had roasted the fish. Although the taste might not be very good, it was still a treat for him.

After all, it was a dragon. It could be eaten raw, not to mention cooked food!

After that, Aaron brought it under his nose and looked at it. From a distance, the combination of the master and the pet was a background board for retirement.

"Why won't it bite the hook?" Aaron looked at the nearest big grass carp and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

It was this fish that he had been eyeing three hours ago.

But the fishhook was thrown several times in a row, and the bait was even sent to the edge of the fish's mouth, but it was unmoved.

It wouldn't have been bad if it didn't bite the hook, but it kept swimming around the bait, perhaps to protect the food, or perhaps to judge whether there was a trap. Aaron himself didn't expect that he would actually fight a protracted battle with a fish for three hours.

"Or I'll go catch it." Abei couldn't stand it anymore. If his master sat down again, he would probably become a wooden sculpture.

"No!" Aaron shook his head. "It's all about patience now. I'm not going to be defeated by a fish."

Abei curled his lips and didn't think so. He just thought his master was making a fuss.

As soon as he changed to a comfortable position, he saw the fishing line began to shake violently, and his big eyes looked carefully at the bottom of the water.

"Finally hooked."

Aaron's mouth curled slightly, and his right hand exerted force to pull the grass carp below up.

Snap!

Just when the fish was about to be pulled out of the water, the not-so-strong fishing rod suddenly broke into two halves.

No!

Aaron began to wail in his heart. If he didn't catch it, it would be fine, but he failed when he was only one step away from success. No one could accept it.

Looking at the grass carp dragging half of the wooden pole but swimming farther and farther, Aaron immediately picked up the half of the fishing rod in his hand and used the transformation technique to turn it into a long net pole.

The net rod quickly entered the water, and then suddenly pulled up to fish out the grass carp.

Whoosh!

Aaron looked at his hard-earned trophy and took a deep breath, "It was full of twists and turns! But I won in the end!"

Looking at this lively grass carp, two options emerged in Aaron's mind.

Steamed? Braised?

But after a short struggle, he went to borrow kitchen utensils and seasonings and added a dish of braised fish to the dinner.