Coopers, tanners, grain storage, lumber storage, animal pens, butchers, smokehouses, stables and barns and pens of all descriptions. Like any medieval Keep, there had been not only a village outside the walls but everything a village needed to survive.
Just cleaning and rebuilding the outbuildings had taken several dozen men, even with Harry and some others helping with magic. Charlus had spoken truly when he said Harry would need several dozen staff, and Harry had the sinking feeling that more would appear over time. The other stone paved road wound a short distance away through stone walled fields to the newly rebuilt Peverell Village. One narrow road led towards the bridge over the moat, and the outside walls of Peverell Keep. A rectangle marked in yellow stone indicated the Knight Bus stop. A stone shelter at one side held a large floo for deliveries and a smaller one for human traffic. A large flat circle of stone, inlaid with the Peverell crest was a epicenter of the roads. Below him sprawling walls traced lines of mossy gray through freshly clipped verges of thick green grass. Harry let the broom float lazily in the cool autumn breeze.