Vol 2 Chapter 385: Special Operations Team

　　"Here is the bbc radio station reporting for you!
　　
　　 At 21:22 GMT last night, Hurricane Goliath made landfall in Blackpool, Lancashire, and spread to Lancashire, Cheshire and parts of Merseyside at an extremely fast speed. Hurricane Goliath, which generated in the Atlantic Ocean, has a wind force of close to force 5 and a maximum wind speed of 150 miles per hour. Now, Hurricane Goliath is moving in the direction of East Yorkshire.
　　
　　 Blackpool City, at the center of the hurricane, had a large number of houses on the beach overwhelmed by strong winds. Many houses collapsed, trees were broken, debris was flying around... There were heavy casualties.
　　
　　 The Prime Minister has declared a state of emergency in ten North England counties including Lankshire, Cheshire, and North Yorkshire. At the same time, London will provide disaster relief within 12 hours at the request of the local government.
　　
The Meteorological Service of the United Kingdom issued a "serious threat to life and safety" red warnings for northern England, southwest Scotland and the Isle of Man to remind people to prepare for disasters and warn that hurricanes may cause power, traffic and communications interruptions may.
　　
　　 "Daily Express" special correspondent Chris Hartkins claimed that Hurricane Goliath was the strongest hurricane encountered in the UK in the past 20 years.
　　
According to The Times,'Goliath' has caused 49 deaths and 127 injuries among the citizens of Blackpool, 62 of whom were seriously injured; Liverpool, Lancaster, Manchester and other places also have 1- 10 casualties were reported.
　　
　　 The headline of The Sun stated: ‘This is the darkest day in the British Isles in recent years’, and strongly condemned the British Meteorological Observatory and the Prime Minister’s actions for ‘not doing what they should do’.
　　
　　More news will come later. "
　　
　　……
　　
On the streets of London, when the Muggles were talking about the "West Coast Hurricane", a bleak side street, where there are only a few seemingly tattered offices, a pub and a dump that is about to overflow. car.
　　
　　 Of course, there is also an old red phone booth! The reason why this phone booth is mentioned is because there are strange people around the phone booth.
　　
There are a dozen of them, and most of them look weird... some wore a weird cloak; some wore the tops upside down, and their underwear was worn outside the outer pants; and there was a middle-aged bald in his fifties. Man, wearing a girlish dress...
　　
　　 At the end of the crowd, there was a young man who looked fairly normal: He was holding a radio in his hand and headphones in his ears, as if he was listening carefully.
　　
　　 "What are you holding in your hand, David?" Amos Diggory looked up and asked one of his colleagues curiously.
　　
　　 Mr. Amos-Digory is an old employee who has worked on the Pest Advisory Committee of the Magical Biological Management and Control Department for nearly two decades. He has a funny and enthusiastic personality, and is very popular in the ministry and very popular...
　　
The man called David took off the headset from his ears. He looked up at each other, then smiled and shook his head, and explained, "Amos, this is a radio, a kind of fun for Muggles. Gadgets."
　　
　　 Mr. Diggory was obviously not interested in this Muggle article, he just picked up the strange machine and looked at it carefully, then returned it.
　　
　　 David put on the radio headset again, and continued to listen carefully to the Muggles news.
　　
　　 "Why the Aurors haven't arrived yet!" On the one hand, Mr. Cuthbert-Mottridge said a little displeasedly; he was the bald wizard in his fifties wearing a girlish dress.
　　
"I think it should be soon. Don't worry, Cuthbert." Dirk Creswell, the office director of the Fairy Liaison Office, kindly reminded him. He seemed to be the highest-ranking person in this group: "Also , This dress on you is women's... In order not to arouse the suspicion of Muggles, I suggest you change into one..."
　　
　　 "I won't do it!" Mr. Mortridge said waryly: "I like this Muggle dress very much. Don't try to it from me, Dirk!"
　　
　　 Mr. Dirk Cresway smiled helplessly.
　　
　　 And the young man called "David" is still there, listening to the radio with his head down.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 In fact, they did not wait too long.
　　
　　In the distance, a huge outline with big shimmering eyes is fast approaching them.
　　
　　 A second later, a pair of huge wheels and car lights appeared in front of them. These wheels and lights belong to a three-story bus, and the golden letters on the windshield of the car make up the words: "Knight Bus".
　　
　　 "Welcome to ride the Knight Bus, I'm Stan Sunpark, your conductor..."
　　
　　 The conductor's voice was interrupted rudely: "Enough, Sampark... I don't think you need to give them science... Temporary members of the misinformation office, get in the car!"
　　
　　The witches and wizards beside the old red telephone booth boarded the bus one by one; and in the car, there were already as many witches and wizards as they were waiting for them.
　　
　　 The wizards in the car seemed to be more "serious"; even one of the women with short pink hair had an extremely serious expression. And at least, they wear the Muggle costumes correctly...
　　
The man headed by 　　... he looks alive like an old lion. Dark brown hair and thick eyebrows are interspersed with strands of gray. Behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp eyes. Although a little lame, there is a kind of stride meteoric chic when walking, making people immediately feel that he is a very reliable person. Spectrum guy.
　　
　　 The sound that Stan Sunpark had just interrupted to introduce himself was exactly what he made.
　　
　　 "Are you from Greengrass?" Rufus Scrimgeour asked with a deep face, "Why didn't she come by herself?"
　　
　　 "Mrs. Greengrass has other things to deal with!" Dirk Cresway stood up and explained: "But she has sent all the elites in the department to form all the temporary members of the Misinformation Office."
　　
　　 "Elite?" Scrimgeour glanced at the people coldly, glanced at the women's clothing on Cuthbert Mottridge, and looked at the underwear that Walton McNair was wearing outside.
　　
　　 But he did not force anything, but coldly ordered:
　　
　　 "Before heading to the West Coast...In order to prevent you from mixing with Death Eaters who used the compound decoction, we need to interrogate you individually!"
　　
　　 "No problem, this is the rule, in order to fight against the mysterious person!" Dirk Creswell waved his hand very easily.
　　
"Creisway, you come with me!" Scrimgeour grabbed the opponent's sleeve, and then a dozen very narrow compartments appeared on the Cavaliers bus. Scrimgeour pushed him into one of them. between.
　　
　　 "Robaz, you go check Motrich."
　　
　　 "Tonks, you are in charge of Diggory."
　　
Amos Diggory smiled at Nifadora Tonks with a relaxed face, and said in a low voice, "Miss Tonks, I heard that my son is receiving special training from Aurors under your hand. I don't know how he behaved?"
　　
　　 "You mean Cedric?" Tonks nodded a little excitedly: "He is simply awesome, I dare say that in the past ten years there has never been such an excellent intern in the ministry..."
　　
　　 "Seriously!" Rufus Scrimgeour roared behind him, and Tonks was so scared that Tonks quietly stuck his tongue out, and quickly led Mr. Diggory into one of the compartments.
　　
　　 Continuing to scan the crowd, Scrimgeour's eyes saw the young man named "David".
　　
"he is……"
　　
　　 "He is David Jolman, a student who graduated from Hogwarts less than two years, a very good kid!" Dirk Creswell poked his head out of the cubicle and explained softly.
　　
　　 "Let me interrogate him!" A deep, slow, but rather magnetic voice rang from behind Scrimgeour.
　　
　　 is a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard with golden earrings on one ear; but it makes people feel at ease at first glance.
　　
　　 "Well, he left it to you, Kingsley." Rufus Scrimgeour said without hesitation.
　　
　　……
　　
　　 walked into the compartment, and Kingsley-Shackle quickly closed the compartment door carefully.
　　
　　 "Close your ears and listen (muffliato)!" David Jolman in front of him also pulled out his wand and whispered a spell.
　　
"I didn't expect you to come here~EbookFREE.me~ I thought Dumbledore was just joking!" Kingsley-Shackle said with a serious face: "It's nothing to lie to Scrimgeour. Easy thing."
　　
"So I think Professor Dumbledore asked for help, didn't it?" Joelman smiled slightly, and then offered to extend his hand to the other party: "Hello, Mr. Shaker, this is Jon Hart...very It's an honor to meet you!"
　　
"I think I'm honored too!" Kingsley-Shackle smiled and shook hands with Jon: "I heard Remus talk about your deeds. In Romania, you killed Fenrir Greyback. And his werewolf followers, this is a great feat!"
　　
　　 "It's just luck!" Jon said modestly.
　　
　　 "Where is the real David Yorman?" Kingsley asked worriedly.
　　
　　 "Still sleeping at his house in Diagon Alley... A full 5 ounces of living decoction is enough for him to sleep for several days and nights." Jon explained.
　　
"That's not too risky." Kingsley seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, but after a short while, his face became serious again: "Be careful on the road, I have a hunch that this action will be very dangerous... ."
　　
　　 Jon Hart also nodded solemnly.
　　
　　 "Okay, I have finished checking here..." At this time, Kingsley-Shackle opened the door of the compartment, and his voice became a little cold again: "Yorman has no problem!"