"Arrived at the destination."

"Chi—" The sound of steam spewing out, Anna felt that the seat belt on her body was loosened, and the things blocking her eyes disappeared. The sudden light made everyone squinted.

Spotlights in the corners focus the light on the school bus, giving its passengers the most attentive welcome.

"The British Ministry of Magic is on the ninth basement level, the Department of Mysteries."

Black wall tiles, black marble floors, and the school bus parked in a wide circular room, which Anna estimated was about the size of two basketball courts—an illegal building the size of two basketball courts.

The lights went out, and then the candles on the black wall lit up with blue flames.

"Hey! Children, good afternoon," Arthur Weasley in a beige suit appeared at the school bus door and greeted several people very happily. He was accompanied by a gentle-looking bald man.

A bald man, Anna looked at the man's bald head and Arthur's hair, feeling that she knew the reason why Arthur was so happy.

"Please get out of the car," Terry, the driver, stood up and made a "please" gesture, looking at the group of children with no emotion, like an impatient shepherd boy driving a herd of cattle and sheep .

Hermione shivered, and quickly pulled Anna and greeted her friends to get off.

"Chi--" After the children got off the bus, the door of the school bus suddenly closed, and then the body of the school bus began to shake continuously, and at the same time, the cry of a terrifying little girl came from the car.

Terry was still in the car.

"Terry!" Harry exclaimed, no one knew how such a change happened.

Just when everyone was worried about Terry's safety, Terry was still with that expressionless face, and a red phantom slowly appeared on the last row of seats on the school bus, twisting from a mass to the point where everyone could see it. A ghost in the shape of a little girl.

The little girl stuck to the glass of the school bus, slapped the glass with a painful expression, and countless **** handprints appeared, making the legs of the person standing below go weak - this kind of stimulation is not common.

Terry stood there, handsomely, taking his time on a haunted school bus, waiting for the little girl's ghost to notice him and then walking up to him.

He waved his wand and turned his handkerchief into a giant teddy bear. When the teddy bear appeared, the school bus stopped shaking, and several **** handprints disappeared.

"Dad, why don't you come pick me up from school?"

The little girl's ghost screamed harshly, everyone covered their ears, only Terry kept the teddy bear and looked at the girl, and then he replied, "Dad, go buy a teddy bear as your birthday surprise."

"Happy birthday, Alice."

"Touch!" A shot rang out, but no one was shooting at all. A blood hole appeared in Alice's thigh. She tried to hug Terry's teddy bear before she fell, but found that she couldn't touch it at all. arrive.

Tremai stretched his long legs, went around Alice, and put the teddy bear on the seat in the last row of the school bus.

"Thank you," Alice disappeared, and all the abnormal conditions of the school bus disappeared. It changed back to an ordinary school bus, but no one would think it was as ordinary as it looked.

"Ahahaha, Muggles' transportation is still as interesting as ever!" Arthur patted Ron's trembling body, trying to ease the atmosphere with a joke, but everyone's faces were ugly.

The school bus door opened, Terry walked down while sorting his clothes, and quickly walked to the bald man. He took off the gas mask on his face and put it away, and then greeted very mechanically, "N023, good afternoon."

The bald man patted his head helplessly, "Just call me Coles, Terry, we have worked together for three months, and I thought our relationship could already call each other by their names."

Terry was silent for a while, staring at Coles' face silently, as if he had evaluated the relationship between the two in his mind, made two precise comparisons, and then came to a conclusion, he replied, "No."

The atmosphere was a little embarrassing, and the bald Coles laughed a few times, "Okay, very individual, W056, your work has been completed, and then leave it to me."

Terry nodded, turned and walked towards one of the twelve corridors, as if he was rushing to clock in and get off work.

"Huh—" Watching Terry walk away, Coles breathed a sigh of relief, and the smile on his face became brighter. Although he has dealt with many aftermaths of magical disasters and dealt with many situations, he Still don't know how to deal with Terry's indifferent facial paralysis.

"Sir and ladies, please come with me, we just need to do a simple investigation," Coles took the lead and walked down a corridor, which was the exact opposite of the one Terry had chosen.

Anna pulled Hermione closely behind Mr. Coulson.

"Wow! It's really big here!" Ron curiously observed the environment of the Department of Mysteries. He, Harry and Andy all had the curiosity of little boys and the ability to cause trouble. "This button is What?" Ron pointed to a red button on the wall covered in a plastic case.

"Don't even think about pressing it, Ron, it's not something you can press and someone will bring you food," Arthur walked over and put Ron's little hand down, "that's for emergency response. The event button, pressing it and the whole Ministry of Magic will sound an alarm."

Harry silently put his eager hand down from the other button, pretending that nothing had happened, "It's really a useful device, was it installed by the mysterious people in the past?"

"No, these buttons were installed very early," Arthur shrugged, "but to be honest, I've only heard them beep twice in all my time at the Ministry, once when the cleaner was drunk. , and once a prank by some little wizard—"

"Don't mention this to the twins. If they knew there was such a button, I might have heard a dozen alarms a day."

As a father, Arthur knows his twins quite well.

"Those buttons are actually designed to prevent mysterious things from escaping," the bald Coles took over the topic with a smile. He briefly introduced mysterious things to everyone.

"The 'Mary' as you know, she is a kind of mysterious thing. The Department of Mysteries has a ring prison dedicated to watching over mysterious things, but its scale is far less than that of the Mysterious Control Bureau."

"Mysterious things held by the Mystery Control Bureau are many, and most of them are difficult to control, so sometimes the alarm like this will go off twice a day, which means we may have to work all night," Coles sighed, "This may That's a big reason why my hair ditched me."

Arthur patted his shoulder comfortingly, "No Coles, they will still grow," Arthur's gradually taller hairline made his words less convincing.

"Mr. Coles, what happened to the school bus just now?" Anna leaned over to Coles.

"Oh! It frightened you, but that's actually a normal situation. This school bus is a mysterious thing that has the ability to Apparate."

Coles explained to Anna with a smile, "In the beginning, we found that most mysterious things were difficult to control, but gradually through research, we found that mysterious things could still be used, such as this school bus, a bear doll, and a happy birthday. , you can control it.”

"What's up with the ghost named Alice above?" Andy asked, hiding behind Harry.

"This story..." Coles was silent for a while, but decided to tell, "The girl named Alice is a little wizard, she lives with her father, her father works at the Ministry of Magic, and usually goes to the community after get off work. Elementary school picks her up..."

"It was her birthday, and her father just worked overtime, so she asked her to invite her classmates to take the school bus to the house for the birthday party, order cakes and birthday gifts, the house-elf dressed up the house well, everything was beautiful, Alice would have had a very happy birthday had it not happened."

"But the accident happened like that. When the school bus opened at a certain stop, two men wearing rabbit masks rushed up, shot the driver and killed the school bus," Coles sighed, " This is a terrorist act, not for money or anything, they just want to kill people, they like the feeling of being in control of their lives, and these poor, weak children are good targets for them."

"Alice was shot in the thigh with a corpse on her body, her best friend, and then... Alice lost a lot of blood, but her consciousness was fused with the school bus."

"A boy who escaped from a school bus called the police, he was one of seven children who survived, the police rushed into the school bus and found the bodies of those killed children sitting in the chairs, if you don't look at the bullet holes in them, they It's like falling asleep."

"The two killers disappeared, and two rabbit masks were left in the aisle of the school bus."

There was some inexplicable silence in the atmosphere for a while.

"Have they been punished?" Harry broke the silence. "Those two killers?"

Coles glanced at Harry and nodded, "I think so."

"That's good."

"The school bus was kept as evidence at the No-Maj police station for a long time," Coles pushed open a black door with a white handshake icon on it.

"It wasn't until there were more and more haunted incidents like the one just now that the car came to the Mystery Control Bureau and we found that it would protect the young passengers who were not malicious in the car, and the range of this 'young' was about twenty years old. Inside...after a period of research it became the first mysterious thing to be put into use...please go this way."

"Terry isn't twenty yet?" Ron noticed a strange question.

"No, he's almost forty," Coles answered Ron's question kindly. "He's the school bus driver now, and he's... um... special."

"special?"

"He's Alice's father."

This is a sad story, and there seems to be an explanation for Terry's icy face that has never changed for a thousand years. Everyone walked in silence for a while, passing one office after another surrounded by glass, some of them wearing robes. , Some people are wearing suits, and they seem to be discussing something. The small blackboard is densely packed with various materials.

"This is the temporary office used by the Bureau of Control at the Ministry of Magic, we will do some research on Mary, as well as test the stability of the Ministry of Magic's Panopticon, and help maintain... The Panopticon can't be like Azkaban," Cole said here. Sis complained with some dissatisfaction.

"Your Azkaban is said to be the most strict prison in the magic world. I have visited the place. The walls are aging, the facilities are damaged, and the prison's railings are so wide that a thin man can squeeze through! We have given an investigation. Report, the Ministry of Magic is not willing to spend money to repair it, but relying on the dementors gathered on the island to manage the prisoners, I want to tell you that Sirius's escape is a trivial matter, but Azkaban's collective escape is not far away."

Arthur touched his nose, "Maybe it's not as bad as you said..."

Anna also touched her nose. In a sense, Coles and the others did predict correctly.

"Mr. Coles," Hermione looked at the name tag on his left chest, Coles Nicholas N023, "I remember Terry calling you N023, your name is Terry W057, is this your code name?"

"Yes, little lady, you are very careful."

"Excuse me, what do W and N mean?" Hermione was a little puzzled.

Coles smiled, "It means Wizardkind and No-Majs, oh, No-Majs means Muggle in British~lightnovelpub.net~ You will also find some employees with the letter S , they're (Squib) Squibs, and unlike the Ministry of Magic, Mystery Control, we allow No-Maj staff who sign nondisclosure agreements to work with wizards."

"You're a Muggle--I mean No-Maji?!" Arthur's attitude changed instantly, he became eager, "Hello sir! No-Maji friends from abroad!"

"Hello, hello," Coles had to shake hands with Arthur again. He was a little puzzled by Arthur's sudden enthusiasm. He didn't realize that Arthur was an avid Muggle lover. He didn't think much about it and brought everyone here. A glass room.

There was already a short-haired lady in a professional suit sitting in the room, codenamed W079, holding a huge notebook and a quill in her hand, smiling at the few people who came in, she nodded, "called I'm fine, please sit on the sofa against the wall and don't be nervous."

Coles closed the curtains, and the glass room suddenly darkened. "Papa," the dim yellow floor lamp came on, illuminating the surrounding area. Coles leaned against a desk and picked up the table. The portfolio bag was opened.

"Okay, let's review the whole thing first..."

Jane waved her wand and put the biscuits and tea on the table. Hermione coughed and cleared her throat, brewing words to speak.

But a sudden voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Zizzi-Zizzi-Alert-Alert--"

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