"Bloody hell, cold fog is everywhere in England these days... This isn't normal. It feels like something is happening that we don't know about."
At that moment, a truck loaded with cement was carefully driving along a highway shrouded in thick fog. The middle-aged driver stared straight ahead at the road while muttering to the middle-aged man accompanying him, "Ever since July, all sorts of strange things have been happening across England. It's like..."
"Those strange things really are strange!"
The middle-aged man frowned at the dense fog ahead and cut off the driver directly. "The fog is too thick right now. Shouldn't we find somewhere to wait until it clears up a little before continuing?"
"You're right!"
The driver hesitated for a moment, but was ultimately persuaded by the man beside him. After all, his life was his own, and driving in such dense fog was indeed liable to cause an accident.
"You..."
After the driver found a place to pull over, he had not even finished speaking before he suddenly collapsed unconscious in the driver's seat.
The middle-aged man in the passenger seat lowered his arm, opened the truck door, and jumped out. He walked around to the rear cargo bed where the cement was stored, took a "little wooden stick" from his bag, and swept it around the truck. After casting a Muggle-Repelling Charm, he made fog spray from the tip of his wand, thickening the surrounding mist until it completely obscured people's vision.
Under the cover of the dense fog, the middle-aged man took a suitcase from his bag, opened it, and set it on the ground. Raising his "little wooden stick," he waved it at the cement in the truck bed. The neatly stacked bags of cement actually seemed to grow legs, jumping down from