As the inspection ended, the dozen or so narrow compartments on the knight's bus were all gone...... In their place, more than twenty hardy sofa seats suddenly appeared.

Jon Hart, disguised as "David Jolman", sits in a seat in the back, waving his wand to conjure up a leather strap and strapping himself to a couch to act as a harness.

Amos Diggory on the side looked at him with some curiosity and puzzlement.

I only heard a loud "bang", and the car started suddenly...... Jon is nearly thrown out of the Rider Bus, but the improvised "seat belt" plays a vital role.

Several of his companions on the side were not as lucky as him, and several wizards, including Amos Diggory, involuntarily slammed their heads on the sofa in the front row.

Of course, not everyone is so embarrassed by them...... Most of the Aurors remained seated in a steady position under these circumstances, as if inertia had not affected them in the slightest.

Rufus-Scrimgeur, in particular, sits there as steady as Big Ben.

The gray Amos Diggory returned to his seat, covering his head as he studied Mr. Jorman...... He conjured a hemp rope and tied himself to the couch.

Since Jon was sitting by a window, he could look out the window, and they were now driving steadily and quickly down the somewhat odd street.

The knight's bus was always hitting the sidewalk, but it couldn't hit anything, and the rows of lampposts, mailboxes, and garbage cans jumped out of the way of the car, and when it passed, it returned to its original position.

Conductor Stan Sanpak looked at them curiously from time to time, but he didn't dare to ask anything because of Scrimgeour's old lion-like face.

The Knight Bus sped ahead, breaking up bushes, bollards at the top of the pedestrian island, phone booths, and trees...... It wasn't until more than an hour later that the rapidly changing scenery outside the window began to slow down—

Dozens of seconds later, the car also completely stopped on the side of the road.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Stan Sampark plucked up his courage and said, "Blackpool has arrived!"

......

Led by Rufus-Scrimgeur, they stepped off the knight bus one by one.

Then they all looked around with some curiosity......

To be honest, the situation around looks a bit bleak.

Broken floors, crumbling streets, and uprooted trees...... These scenes after the destruction can be seen everywhere.

The relevant staff of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were dispatched last night. They remodeled the city, ravaged by Death Eaters and giants, to look like it had been caused by a hurricane.

It's a pity that traces of magical destruction can still be seen everywhere.

Rufus-Scrimgeour gathered everyone together and shouted, "Listen, we're a Muggle rescue team from London, you all have a bunch of Muggle relief supplies in your backpacks, don't reveal your identity......"

“...... Then we split into two groups, the Aurors are led by me, with the Dark Arts Detector to detect the traces left by the Dark Arts, and as for the people in the Misinformation Office, Chryswell is responsible for leading them to find the traces of the giants, their footsteps are quite obvious!"

"I understand, Director Scrimgeur, leave it to me!" Dirk Chryswell nodded solemnly.

"That's good...... We're going to go in two ways now!" Scrimgeour ordered decisively.

......

Following behind the group of employees of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, Jon's brow furrowed slightly.

This plan of action meant that he would have to part ways with the Aurors, and his ability to resist would be greatly weakened if he was in danger, and the two members of the Order of the Phoenix, Kingsley and Tonks, would not be able to help him much.

If it weren't for the prescience of Rufus-Scrimgeur, who knew that Rufus-Scrimgeour would not defect to Voldemort, he would have suspected Scrimgeour by now.

Kingsley was clearly aware of this, and as the two of them left, he quietly glanced at Jon with an inquiring look, though Jon shook his head gently at him, motioning for him not to act rashly.

After all, now that the Death Eaters are in the shadows, they are in the light, and any unusual behavior may startle the snake.

The group moved on -

Out of the corner of Jon's eye, he glanced at Walton McNeill without leaving a trace.

The executioner, who was part of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Organisms, was a loyal supporter of Voldemort...... At this time in the original book, he was supposed to be imprisoned in Azkaban for the defeat of the Department of Mysteries, but now, due to coincidence, he did not participate in the battle of the Department of Mysteries, nor did he reveal the identity of the Death Eaters, and still became their companion as an employee of the Ministry of Magic.

So Jon has been paying attention to McNeil's movements casually all this time...... However, the other party behaved more normally than himself along the way, without any additional movements, and had no intention of contacting his fellow Death Eaters at all.

In desperation, Jon had no choice but to wait and see what happened.

They don't move fast because they need to stay and distribute relief supplies if they encounter refugees on the way...... In this way, he maintains the status of a "rescue team member".

Of course, the trip was not without its gains.

......

A few hours later, they found a large number of footprints on the beach in Blackpool.

These are about three feet long and nearly a foot wide...... Obviously, such a wide footprint could not have been left by a human being, and the possibility that the footprint belonged to a giant is very large.

Although these footprints are in different directions, no matter which direction they are, they all disappear at the junction between the sea and the beach.

This makes people a little puzzled, could it be that the mysterious man transported the giants from the sea and then transported them back to the sea...... Looking at the amount of footprints on the beach, there are at least twenty giants, and it is almost impossible to transport them by sea!

Members of the Misinformation Office were busy – some measuring the size and depth of the footprints, others pulling out their wands to track the remaining scent of the footprints, and others inspecting the badly damaged roads and streets......

Jon bent down as well, pretending to observe.

Suddenly, his face changed—

Because within his gaze...... Death Eater Walton McNeill's movements suddenly became a little odd.