After a snack, we set out to explore the camp further, but there was not much to do here as I thought. Wizards of different nationalities and with different tents, each in his own way and to the extent of his mental instability, tried to imitate ordinary people.
We also stumbled upon a Bulgarian tent camp. The tents themselves were not aimed at the minimum size and were quite large, with appropriate symbols of the country or the national team. The Wizards, on the other hand, were hanging Victor Kram posters on every corner in their camp. The style was somehow propagandistic, like that of the Soviet Union or the United States during the crisis at the beginning of the century. I wanted to insert a slogan underneath the magic photographs of an extremely stern Kram: "I want to see YOU as a Bulgarian fan."
"He seems a little too stern," Hermione remarked, looking at the posters from which Kram was literally watching us.
"Indeed."
Finding nothing else worthy of attention, we decided to return to our tent.
"Max, what about our supplies?" came Hermione's voice from the kitchen as I settled down on the couch.
"Plenty of raw food. It's in my bag. I'll get it."
Leaving the so comfortable couch and grabbing my bag with me, I went behind the curtain into the kitchen and began laying out the vegetables and meat in bags on the cutting table.
"Everything here is under the spell of stasis. There's no food cupboard or any other equivalent of a refrigerator."
"That's okay," Hermione brushed it off, pulling various kitchen knives and other tools and utensils already out of her bag.
"Hmm, and I hadn't thought of knives."
"What would you boys even do without us."
"I have no idea, fluffy."
Hermione smiled, putting everything in its proper and comfortable place.
"I guessed there would be ready-made food available here, but I prepared for all occasions."
"I noticed. But..." I gestured with my hand around the pile of different knives. "You could have sliced with magic, too."
"Hell, no!" Hermione was indignant, looking at me with feigned resentment. "I didn't put it all together for nothing. Besides, I know how."
"Oh, for Merlin's sake!" I capitulated, retreating to the exit. "Who am I to make the rules in the kitchen. And what are we having for dinner?"
"If you help me, food. Not even raw."
"I agree. What to do?"
Standing next to her, I began examining the packages.
"You can start with the vegetables..."
Time passes quickly while we are talking. Cooking was not without its excesses. For example, the cream for the cake. I said, "Let's whip it with magic." Hermione said, "Use your hands." I disagreed and decided to use a spell, but in order to do the job quickly and not get a scoop on the head in the process, I intensified it a little bit. The ingredients quickly kneaded and gurgled but gurgled so much that half the kitchen was in cream. Hermione stood there in shock and looked at me like I was the enemy of the people, and considering that the cream was chocolate... All in all, we didn't look so good.
After a hearty dinner, we decided to continue what we had begun on the train - to exchange data from the Restricted Section. As a result, we sat in the hall until almost midnight, spell-creating text in notebooks from the processed, considered data.
"That's it," Hermione leaned back on the couch. "I can't take it anymore."
"Then go to bed. I'll work some more."
" I should..."
Hermione, however, remained seated.
"It's a shame they didn't let the fair unfold."
"Yes?"
"Didn't you hear when we walked?" the girl turned her head toward me.
"Nope."
"Like Lady Greengrass said, we didn't have a full muggle-repellent set of charms done, and the fair ended up being cut down. All that's left of it is the street restaurants and things like that. We were just there. And the plan was... It's a shame. Wasted time, for the most part."
"I disagree. Have you done your homework?"
"Homework..." the girl said thoughtfully. "Homework... No!"
She jumped up like she was stung, and a few strands of her hair came loose from her ponytail again.
"Summer is almost over, and I haven't done my homework..." with a face full of shock, the girl settled back on the couch. Stared like that for a few seconds at the fire in the fireplace. "I'll do it tomorrow. I'm going to bed. And you don't stay up too long."
"Okay."
The girl left, and I stayed to complete the knowledge from the library in my notebook. It was very useful because I was processing what I had memorized along with it, and with Rowena's help, it was very easy for me.
At the same time, I thought about how I managed to find girls in that distant past, with my character and attitude to life? Hmm... And they somehow showed up on their own. As before, I did not know how to take care of girls, and now I do not know how. Should I let go of the occlumency a bit? Since I've got everything under control. No, this is some kind of stupidity!