The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"Here's BBC Radio reporting for you!

At 21:22 GMT last night, Hurricane Goliath made landfall in Blackpool, Lancashire, and spread to parts of Lancashire, Cheshire and Merseyside at a very fast speed. Hurricane Goliath, which was formed in the Atlantic Ocean, has a wind force close to Category 5 and a maximum wind speed of 150 miles per hour. Cyclone Goliath is now heading towards East Yorkshire.

In the city of Blackpool, which is the center of the hurricane, the roofs of a large number of houses on its beach were overturned by strong winds, many houses collapsed, trees were broken, and debris flew... There were heavy casualties.

The Prime Minister has declared a state of emergency in ten northern England counties including Lankshire, Cheshire, and North Yorkshire; at the same time, London will provide disaster relief assistance within 12 hours at the request of the local government.

The Met Office issued a red alert for "serious threat to life safety" in northern England, southwestern Scotland and the Isle of Man, reminding people to be prepared for disasters and warning that the cyclone may cause power, traffic and communication disruptions possible.

"Daily Express" special correspondent Chris Hutkins claimed that Hurricane "Goliath" was the strongest hurricane to hit the British mainland in the past 20 years.

According to the "Times" news, 'Goliath' has caused 49 deaths and 127 injuries in Blackpool, 62 of whom were seriously injured; Reports of 10 casualties ranged.

The headline in The Sun said: 'This is the darkest day in the British Isles in recent years', and strongly condemned the actions of the Met Office and the Prime Minister for 'not doing their jobs'.

More news will come later. "

...

The streets of London, when Muggles are buzzing about the "West Coast Hurricane" - a somewhat bleak little street with a few seedy-looking offices, a tavern and an overflowing car dump truck.

And of course, a battered red phone booth! The reason why this phone booth is mentioned is because it is surrounded by a circle of very strange people.

There are a dozen of them in total, and most of them seem to be dressed strangely... Some are wearing strange cloaks; A man, wearing a girly dress...

At the end of the crowd, there was a young man who looked quite normal: he was holding a radio in his hand, with earphones in his ears, and seemed to be listening carefully.

"What are you holding in your hand, David?" Amos Diggory looked over and asked one of his colleagues curiously.

Mr. Amos Diggory is an old employee who has worked in the Pest Advisory Committee of the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control for nearly 20 years. He has a funny and enthusiastic personality, and is very popular and popular in the Ministry...

The man named David took off the earphones on his ears. He looked up at the other party, then shook his head with a smile, and explained: "Amos, this is a radio, a kind of fun for Muggles. gadgets."

Mr. Diggory was obviously not interested in this kind of Muggle supplies. He just picked up the strange machine and looked at it carefully, and then returned it.

David put on the radio earphones again, and continued to listen carefully to the Muggle news.

"Why haven't the Aurors arrived yet!" Mr. Cuthbert-Mortridge said with some displeasure; 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 director of the goblin liaison office, reminded him kindly. He seemed to be the one with the highest status among the group of people: "In addition , the clothes you are wearing are women's... In order not to arouse the suspicion of Muggles, I suggest you change into a..."

"I won't do it!" Mr. Motridge said with some vigilance: "I like this Muggle dress very much, don't try to snatch it from me, Dirk!"

Mr. Dirk Cresswell smiled helplessly.

And the young man called "David" was still listening to the radio with his head down.

...

In fact, they didn't have to wait long.

In the distance, a huge silhouette with big eyes that shimmered was rapidly approaching them.

A second later, a pair of huge wheels and headlights appeared in front of them. The wheels and lights belonged to a three-story bus, and gold letters on the windshield formed the words: "Knight Bus."

"Welcome aboard the Knight Bus, I'm Stan Sampak, your conductor..."

The voice of the conductor was interrupted roughly: "That's enough, Sampak... I don't think you need to educate them... Temporary members of the Misinformation Office, hurry up and get on the bus!"

The witches and wizards beside the dilapidated red telephone booth boarded the bus one by one; on the bus, there were already about as many wizards and witches as they were waiting for them.

The wizards in the car seemed much more "serious"; even one of the women with short pink hair had an extremely serious expression. And at least they're wearing the right Muggle attire...

The man at the head... he looked like an old lion. Dark brown hair and bushy eyebrows are mixed with strands of gray, and behind the gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp eyes. Although he is a little lame, he walks with a kind of striding style, which makes people immediately feel that he is a very reliable person. spectrum guy.

The voice that interrupted Stan Sampak's self-introduction just now came from him.

"Are you from Greengrass?" Rufus Scrimgeour asked with a low face, "Why didn't she come here?"

"Ms. Greengrass has other things to deal with!" Dirk Cresswell 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 coldly at everyone, at the women's attire on Cuthbert-Mortridge, and at the underwear worn by Walton McNair.

However, he did not force anything, but ordered coldly:

"Before heading to the west coast... we need to conduct a one-on-one interrogation with you in order to prevent Death Eaters who have used Polyjuice Potion among you!"

"No problem, this is the rule, to fight against the mysterious man!" Dirk Cresswell waved his hand very easily.

"Creswell, come with me!" Scrimgeour grabbed the opponent's sleeve, and then a dozen very narrow compartments suddenly appeared on the knight bus, and Scrimgeour pushed him into one of them. between.

"Robards, you go and check on Mortridge."

"Tonks, you are in charge of Diggory."

Amos Diggory smiled at Nymphadora Tonks with a relaxed face, and said in a low voice: "Miss Tonks, I heard that my son is receiving special Auror training under you, I don't know how he behaved?"

"You mean Cedric?" Tonks nodded excitedly, "He's simply amazing. I dare say that there has never been such an excellent intern in the Ministry in the past ten years..."

"Be serious!" Rufus Scrimgeour roared from behind, and Tonks stuck out his tongue quietly in fright, and quickly led Mr. Diggory into one of the compartments.

Continuing to scan the crowd, Scrimgeour saw the young man named "David".

"he is……"

"He is David Yorman, a student who graduated from Hogwarts less than two years ago, a very outstanding kid!" Dirk Cresswell poked his head out of the cubicle and explained softly.

"Let me interrogate him!" A deep, slow, but quite magnetic voice sounded from behind Scrimgeour.

He was a tall, bald, dark wizard with a gold earring in one ear; but it was reassuring to see.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Kingsley." Rufus Scrimgeour said without thinking.

...

Walking into the compartment, Kingsley-Shacklebolt hastily and carefully closed the compartment door.

"Close your ears and listen (Muffliato)!" David Yeorman in front of him also pulled out his wand and whispered the spell.

"I didn't expect you to come here. I thought Dumbledore was just joking!" Kingsley-Shacklebolt said with a serious face, "It's not easy to deceive Scrimgeour."

"So I think Professor Dumbledore asked for help, didn't he?" Yorman smiled slightly, and then offered his hand to the other party: "Hello, Mr. Shaker, this is Jon Hart... It's an honor to meet you!"

"I think I'm honored too!" Kingsley Shacklebolt smiled and shook hands with Jon: "I heard Remus tell you about your deeds. You were the one who killed Fenrir Greyback in Romania." And his werewolf followers, what a feat!"

"It's just luck!" Jon said modestly.

"Where is the real David Yeorman?" Kingsley asked with some concern.

"Still sleeping at his house in Diagon Alley... five ounces of Living Hell Potion, enough for him to sleep for days and nights," Jon explained.

"That's not too risky." Kingsley seemed to be relieved, but after a while, his face became serious again: "Be careful on the road, I have a hunch that this operation will be very dangerous... .”

Jon Hart also nodded solemnly.

"Okay, I've finished checking here..." At this moment, Kingsley Shaker opened the door of the compartment, and his voice became a little cold again: "Yorman is fine!"