v3 Chapter 243： Huck, Prime Minister?

Looking at the rags on the table, Scrimgeour wondered if his subordinates were under the Confusion Charm? They may think they have confiscated or acquired some treasure, only to end up with a pile of junk?

"Director, look," Delix picked up the wand and waved it, and the wand croaked and turned into a rubber calf.

Scrimgeour could now be sure that his minions were under the Confusion Charm. Naya next to her also supported her forehead and let out a sigh: How did a person like Delix become an Auror?

"Director, we found a very interesting shop in Knockturn Alley..." Naya recounted her previous experience to her boss.

Scrimgeour was thoughtful after hearing this, and Dawlish was relieved when he saw this. He also realized that his behavior was inappropriate - especially after the cow in his hand was twisted.

"Passed out!"

Scrimgeour suddenly pulled out his wand and cast a stun spell, and Naya rolled to the ground in a very embarrassed manner, escaping the sneak attack by her boss.

Naya: ?

"Just try your alchemy creation." Scrimgeour lowered his wand calmly.

Naya sighed: "Director, I haven't had time to refill the Iron Armor Spell."

Scrimgeour's face twitched.

"Then why don't you fill it up?" He coughed dryly, "Let's see the effect?"

After seeing the painful look on his subordinate's face, he added: "If the effect is good, we can consider buying it in bulk and prepare it for the front-line Aurors, so that we can also take the one in your hand to the office. account reimbursement.”

Hearing what the director said, Naya came to the fore. Originally, she still felt a little distressed that her anti-curse gloves were repeatedly overcharged, but after hearing that there was a probability of reimbursement, she no longer had this concern.

Dulix on the side heard a little sour. However, considering that the performance of his anti-curse ring far surpassed that of his colleagues, he endured it.

Scrimgeour and Naya experimented with spells a few times on the side, and Mr. Scrimgeour started with the most common spells until the explosion spell could be successfully defended. Of course, don't think about rebound, and a spell that can rebound is like a prank in Scrimgeour's eyes.

"It's interesting...I'll write you a note." Scrimgeour walked to the table, took a piece of parchment and a quill, and quickly wrote a note. With this note, Naya can go and reimburse the anti-curse gloves on her hand.

As a veteran of the Wizarding Wars who had spent most of his life battling dark wizards, Scrimgeour knew the meaning of the defensive magic items in Naya's hands. After his test just now, he believed that the strength of the iron armor was enough to block an attack from most dark wizards. The only fly in the ointment is that this spell needs to be triggered actively, and cannot be passively defended, which means that it cannot prevent sneak attacks and can only be used in head-to-head duels.

But it would also greatly improve the safety of Aurors in their missions.

More importantly, this kind of magic tool is very rare. Even in the days when the mysterious people were raging, no merchant developed this kind of product. Only a very few alchemists could refine it, and only a few pure blood wizard families. There is a collection, and such a good thing as buying a monkey version for 20 Galleons has never happened. So the Ministry of Magic has never equipped Aurors with this kind of equipment.

But now it's different, there is an alchemist willing to do charity!

Yes, in Scrimgeour's eyes, the mysterious Mr. Seven was doing charity, and this kind of good deeds would never come across with a lantern.

Luckily for him to catch up now, Scrimgeour felt he had to raise a lot of money to buy as much of this protective gear as he could. This is like a big annual promotion. If you miss it once, even Merlin can't guarantee that there will be another next time.

Twenty Galleons a piece? Can I stock up on two hundred pieces at once? Anyway, it's only 2,000 Galleons, so the department should be able to squeeze out this budget... Shouldn't it?

Thinking of Si Li's approval, Scrimgeour's face darkened. The Auror Office is a division of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic. After the previous Director, Amelia Burns, became Minister for Magic, the Division for Enforcement of Magical Laws was a mediocre wizard named Pierce Hinckness.

His resume has no bright spots, and his qualifications are reasonable. He lacks actual combat experience. He is incomparable to a guy like Scrimgeour who has been fighting for half his life. He is a qualified bureaucrat. The reason he became head of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement was that he was mediocre and would not be a second Burns.

With two major events in the works, the Ministry of Magic has been on a tight budget of late. At a juncture like this, Scrimgeour felt that his path to funding must have been very tortuous. How can a bureaucrat sitting in an office understand the hardships of front-line staff?

The disadvantage of this glove is also obvious: it can only be used once in combat, it will wear out after multiple enchantment fillings, etc. Scrimgeour could pick out a bunch of faults himself, Sinkness could only make excuses better than him.

Maybe in the end, the ministry will only buy a dozen sets to deal with it? And that was the limit of what he could strive for - now that the Dark Wizards had almost disappeared the Ministry of Magic did not need to allocate too many resources to the Auror Office.

The struggle between Aurors and dark wizards is never fair: Aurors are in the light, dark wizards are in the dark; Aurors cannot use the Unforgivable Curse arbitrarily, dark wizards do not have this restriction; Aurors rarely have protective equipment, black wizards There are more or less strange dark magic items in the hands of the wizards... These factors make the Aurors inherently disadvantaged when fighting against the dark wizards. As Auror leader, Scrimgeour had a hard time giving his men some basic security. He sighed and waved Delix and the others out. As for the junk that Delix bought, he wasn't very concerned.

Scrimgeour was a good fighter, but he wasn't a good bureaucrat. If his mind is broad enough, even if he can't buy anti-curse gloves in large quantities, he won't be so tight on the budget.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Penny still didn't mean to come out of the studio. Tom also packed up his things consciously and left the alchemy workshop.

The way they get home is to take a few bus stops and then take a cab home if Mr. Granger doesn't have time to pick them up.

In the taxi, Tom heard the radio saying: [...Mr. Harker, Prime Minister—]

Tom looked up.

The taxi driver noticed Tom's change and hurriedly changed the station.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it to suddenly start broadcasting these boring things." In the melodious music, the driver was apologetic.

"Huck, Prime Minister? So Mr. Harker really became Prime Minister?" Tom asked.

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