"Bloody hell, cold fog is everywhere in Britain now... This isn't normal. It feels like something's happened that we don't know about."
At that moment, a truck loaded with cement was carefully making its way along a road shrouded in dense fog. The middle-aged driver stared fixedly ahead while muttering to the middle-aged man beside him, "Ever since July, all sorts of strange things have been happening across Britain. It's like..."
"Those strange things really are strange!"
The middle-aged man frowned at the thick fog ahead and directly cut the driver off. "The fog's too heavy 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 before ultimately being persuaded. After all, his life was his own, and driving in such thick fog was indeed likely to lead to an accident.
"You..."
Once the driver found a place to pull over, he had barely opened his mouth before suddenly collapsing unconscious in the driver's seat.
The man in the passenger seat lowered his arm, opened the truck door, and jumped out. He walked around to the cargo bed holding the cement, took a "little wooden stick" from his bag, and swept it around the truck. After casting a Muggle-Repelling Charm around the vehicle, he made fog spray from the tip of his wand, thickening the mist until it completely obscured people's vision.
Under the cover of the dense fog, the man took a suitcase from his bag and set it on the ground after opening it. He raised his "little wooden stick" and gave the cement in the truck bed a flick. The neatly stacked bags of cement seemed to grow legs, jumping down from the truck and entering the seemingly bottomless suitcase one by one.