The boy looked out of the house in amazement, and the fog was still there, and he had to admire the electricians' work ethic. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In fact, whether there is electricity in his house has nothing to do with whether the electrician goes to work or not, this house has been built for more than three centuries, and unlike the newly built houses on this street, the electrical circuits and water pipes are all using the old lines, not a line.

The TV station was the last part of the evening news:

"Finally, according to the people in various places around Hampste, from late last night to today's day, the weather in the whole area was abnormal, and it is usually difficult to maintain such a high concentration of fog in such a small area. Scholars and experts do not have an accurate explanation for this, and can only speculate that the vehicle exhaust emissions in Hampster District have exceeded the standard. The newscaster said this, grinning:

"But I personally think that the explanation 'God spat smoke rings over there' is more plausible. But in any case, for the sake of your personal safety, it's better to drive less in foggy weather... Now I'm going to hand the microphone to Jim McGoo and ask him what the weather is like. Jim, will God smoke tonight?"

"Oh, Ted," said the weather announcer, "I don't know..."

Further down, Roger didn't listen carefully, and after reading the news report, it meant that the thick fog was tightly enveloping the Hampstead district, and the monster did not run out of the thick fog, let alone cause any disturbance.

But this is unrealistic! A large praying mantis alone destroyed most of the street, and there were pedestrians frozen by unknown monsters on the 'shopping street', Roger didn't believe that this vicious incident had been almost twenty hours before anyone found out, you must know that the signal tower was not broken, and Caroline called him last night.

Could it be that the English authorities wanted to avoid causing panic in the country, so they covered up the monster attack? Maybe.

Roger drank the empty cartons of milk, maliciously speculating on the government's conspiracy.

Think about it, when the news broadcast a large-scale monster attack in the Hampstead district of Steenshire, a suburb of London, resulting in xxxx injuries, xxxx deaths, damage to houses and shops xxx, the amount of losses on the day was as high as xxx million pounds, but now the army has taken control of the situation, the government reminds everyone to travel cautiously in the next few days to avoid losing your life.

If you think about it, you know, this remark will cause panic for sure, the residents around Hampstead will be busy fleeing, the surrounding prices are soaring, people have begun to hoard goods, directly disrupting the normal circulation order of goods in the country, at the same time, due to the continuous rise in prices, the currency has depreciated... People will be reluctant to save money, spend early, go on a shopping spree... Speculators then take advantage of the opportunity to inflate prices and hoard goods, creating a vicious circle......

Roger remembers that some people called this hyperinflation or something, he didn't learn this professionally, and he didn't remember it.

However, it is also possible that there is another reason to intervene, so that the English authorities really do not know the real situation, and that is that the Ministry of Magic has taken over...

After all, snow monsters, werewolves, ghosts, and the like are all things that wizards study... It is not impossible for the Ministry of Magic to rush to fight the lightning with all kinds of bags.

With so many kinds of monsters, people like the Magical Creatures Management and Control Division, the Ghost Office, the Werewolf Control Bureau, the Pest Consultation Office, and the Auror Command have to be mobilized.

Biubiubiu's little monster was called, and then it was time for the Memory Cancellation Command and the Muggle Mediation Committee to come out and wash the floor...

And so many wizards dispatched the Magic Traffic Division also had to work overtime.

Roger counted on his fingers, and estimated that he would have to empty out most of the Ministry of Magic to organize enough manpower...

But no matter which of these two reasons or both, after last night and today's day, the number of monsters should plummet...

Roger gloated at once, and quickly took out his compass to find the little monsters that jumped out of the book around him.

The pointer rotated left and right, and each point stopped for a few seconds to see how fast the rotation was.

Roger wonders...

Scratching his head and pondering for a long time, he suddenly figured it out.

The monsters in the book don't know magic, and even if they do, there is no trace on their bodies, and if they can be tracked, then the Ministry of Magic can fly into the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

And the Ministry of Magic is different from Roger, it is a legitimate organization that advertises justice, and never kills innocents indiscriminately. Magical creatures that harm humans (wizards and Muggles included) will be shot in accordance with legal procedures.

However, when I encountered these strangely shaped and unique monsters, I didn't believe that the "dog lovers" of the Magical Beasts Management and Control Division would not be happy. When the time comes, with the magic world's flaw-ridden scum law, if the Magical Beasts Control Division wants to catch them alive, then they can find at least twenty or more relevant laws to protect these unique 'magical creatures'.

"Shh

Getting up and pushing open the window, Roger poked his head out and looked deeply at the white expanse of the world outside, with no flashes of fire, no explosions and roars. The fog can greatly hinder the transmission of sound, and I knew it last night.

Taking a few deep breaths of fresh haze, the boy wondered if he was going to make trouble for the Ministry of Magic and play a monster liberation campaign...

Not... He still has traces on him, and the Ministry of Magic will know where and what magic he has used... It's not beautiful if you're caught. After all, Roger wasn't ready to be expelled from Hogwarts right now.

However, the liberation movement cannot be set off, and it is not difficult to destroy it without magic.

Roger's eyes narrowed, and a thief smile hung on the corner of his mouth...

When she went back to the house and picked up Pandora's box, she came out of the bedroom and met a neatly dressed Caroline coming out of the room with a drop of water on her short hair, and when she saw her brother, she shook the mobile phone in her hand and said, "Are you awake? That's right, Mrs. Granger called and said let's go over for dinner..."

Roger didn't think about it, he just wanted to turn around and go back to the house, and he still found an excuse on his lips: "What, you go first... My stomach suddenly hurts, first squat a large size and then come..."