"Being late for a change, that's a rare sight."
Scrimgeour pulled his gaze away from his pocket watch, turning his head to look at the mist clinging tightly to the window glass outside. A rare trace of worry appeared on his young face. Ever since the Dementors had gone over to You-Know-Who, those damned creatures had been drifting all over Britain, shamelessly feeding on Muggles' happy memories, continuously multiplying, and eventually forming these eerie fogs—while the Ministry of Magic was completely helpless against it.
Even the Muggles had noticed something was wrong; since late June, the sky had been shrouded in a chilly mist... no matter how you looked at it, it wasn't normal.
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