"Here is the BBC radio station 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 breakneck speed. Hurricane Goliath, which formed in the Atlantic Ocean, had winds close to Category 5 and could reach winds of up to 150 miles per hour. Now, Hurricane 'Goliath' is moving towards East Yorkshire.

In the city of Blackpool, where the hurricane was at the center of the hurricane, a large number of houses on its beach were torn off by strong winds, many houses collapsed entirely, trees were broken and debris flew everywhere...... Heavy casualties.

The Prime Minister has declared a state of emergency in 10 counties of North England, including Lankshire, Cheshire and North Yorkshire, and London will provide relief assistance within 12 hours at the request of local authorities.

The Met Office has issued a red alert for "serious threats to life" in the North of England, south-west Scotland and the Isle of Man, reminding people to prepare for disasters and warning of the potential for power, transport and communications disruptions caused by hurricanes.

Chris Hartkins, a special correspondent for the Daily Express, claimed that Hurricane Goliath was the strongest hurricane to hit the UK in the last 20 years.

According to The Times, Goliath has killed 49 people and injured 127 in Blackpool, 62 of them seriously, and 1 to 10 casualties have been reported in Liverpool, Lancaster and Manchester.

The Sun's headline said: 'This is the darkest day in the British Isles in recent years' and strongly condemns the actions of the British Meteorological Observatory and the Prime Minister for 'not doing what they are supposed to do'.

More news to come soon. ”

......

On the streets of London, Muggles were talking about a "West Coast hurricane" – a somewhat bleak side street with only a few shabby-looking offices, a tavern and a dump truck that was about to overflow.

And, of course, there's a dilapidated red phone booth! This one is mentioned because of the strange people that surround it.

There were more than a dozen of them, and most of them looked strangely dressed...... Some wore strange cloaks, some wore their tops backwards and their underpants over their outer pants, and a middle-aged bald man in his fifties wearing a girly dress......

At the end of the crowd, there was a fairly normal-looking young man: he had a radio in his hand and headphones in his ears, as if he was listening carefully.

"What's in your hand, David?" Amos Diggory leaned over and asked one of his colleagues with some curiosity.

Mr. Amos-Diggory is a veteran of the Pest Advisory Committee of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures for nearly twenty years, and he has a funny and enthusiastic personality, and is very popular and popular in the Ministry......

The man, known as David, removed the headphones from his ears, he glanced up at the other man, then shook his head with a smile and explained, "Amos, this is the radio, a fun gadget for Muggles. ”

Mr. Diggory was clearly not interested in the Muggle paraphernalia, he just picked up the strange machine and looked at it a few times before returning it.

David put back on his radio headphones and continued to listen intently to the Muggle news.

"Why haven't the Aurors arrived yet?" said Mr. Cuthbert-Motridge, a bald wizard in his fifties in a girly dress, with some displeasure.

"I think it's going to be soon, don't rush, Cuthbert. Dirk Chryswell, head of the Office of the Leprechaun Liaison Office, kindly reminded him that he seemed to be the highest-ranking member of the group: "Also, this dress you have on is a woman's ...... In order not to arouse the suspicion of Muggles, I suggest you change into a ......"

"I won't do it!" said Mr. Mortridge with some wariness, "I love this Muggle dress so much, don't you try to snatch it out of my hands, Dirk!"

Mr. Dirk Chryswell smiled a little helplessly.

And the young man, known as "David", was still there with his head down and listening to the radio.

......

In fact, they didn't wait long.

In the distance, a large, shimmering silhouette was rapidly approaching them.

A second later, a pair of huge wheels and lights appeared in front of them. The wheels and lights belong to a three-story bus, and the gold letters on the windshield of the car form the following words: "Rider bus".

"Welcome to the Rider Bus, I'm Stan Sampak, your conductor ......"

The conductor's voice was rudely interrupted: "Enough, Sanpark...... I don't think you need to give them this science...... Temporary members of the Office of Misinformation, get in the car!"

One by one, the witches and wizards boarded the bus next to the dilapidated red telephone booth, and on the bus, there were already about the same number of witches and wizards waiting for them.

The wizards in the car seemed much more "serious", and even one of the women with short pink hair made an extremely serious expression. And at the very least, they were dressed correctly in Muggle costumes......

The man at the head...... He looked like an old lion. Brown hair and thick eyebrows with strands of gray interspersed, behind gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp eyes, although a little lame, but walking with a dashing stride that makes people immediately feel that he is a very reliable fellow.

The voice that had just interrupted Stan Sanpark's self-introduction was the one he had made.

"Are you Greengrass's people?" Rufus-Scrimgeour asked with a low face, "Why didn't she come over herself?"

"Mrs. Greengrass has other matters to attend to!" Dirk Chryswell stepped up and explained, "but she's sent all of the Division's elite to form all the temporary members of the Office of Misinformation." ”

"Elite?" Scrimgeour glanced coldly at the crowd, at Cuthbert Motrich's women's clothes, and at Walton McNair's underwear.

But he didn't force anything, but coldly ordered:

"Before heading to the West Coast...... In order to prevent you from mixing with Death Eaters who have used Polyjuice Potions, we need to interrogate you one-on-one!"

"No problem, it's the rule, to fight the mystery man!" Dirk Chryswell waved his hand easily.

"Chryswell, come with me!" Scrimgeour grabbed the other man by the sleeve, and a dozen or so very narrow compartments popped up on the knight's bus, and Scrimgeour pushed him into one of them.

"Robaz, you go check on Motridge. ”

"Tonks, you're 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 was trained by the Aurors under you, I wonder how he is doing?"

"You mean Cedric?" Tonks nodded with some excitement, "He's amazing, I dare say there's never been such a good intern in the ministry in the last ten years......"

"Seriously!" came Rufus-Scrimgeur's roar behind him, causing Tonks to stick out his tongue in fright, and quickly led Mr. Diggory into one of the compartments.

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

"He's ......"

"He's David Jolman, a student less than two years out of Hogwarts, a wonderful kid!" Dirk Chryswell explained softly, poking his head out of his cubicle.

"Let me interrogate him!" a deep, slow, but rather magnetic voice rang out from behind Scrimgeour.

He was a tall, balding, dark-skinned wizard with a golden earring on one ear;

"Well, he's over to you, Kingsley. Rufus-Scrimgeour said without thinking.

......

Walking into the cubicle, Kingsley Shackle quickly and carefully closed the door of the cubicle.

"Muffliato!" David Jolman, who was in front of him, also drew his wand and whispered a spell.

"I didn't expect you to actually come over, I thought Dumbledore was just joking!" Kingsley Shacklele said with a serious face, "It's not easy to fool Scrimgeur. ”

"So I think Professor Dumbledore asked for help, didn't I?" Jolman smiled slightly, then reached out to the other party, "Hello, Mr. Shackle, this is Jon Hart...... It's an honor to meet you!"

"I think I'm honored too!" Kingsley Shacklele smiled and shook Jon's hand, "I've heard Remus tell you about your deeds, it's a great feat that you killed Fenrir Greyback and his werewolf followers in Romania!"

"Luck!" Jon said modestly.

"Where's the real David Jolman?" asked Kingsley, a little worried.

"Still sleeping at his house in Corner Alley...... That's 5 ounces of Living Hell Potion, enough for him to sleep for a few days and nights. Jon explained.

"That's not a big risk. Kingsley seemed relieved, but after a moment, his face became solemn again: "Be careful on the road, I have a hunch that this operation will be dangerous...... ”

Jon Hart nodded solemnly.

"Alright, I'm done checking here......" At this time, Kingsley Shackel opened the door of the cubicle, and his voice became a little cold again: "There is no problem with Jolman!"