The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Looking at the tatters on the table, Scrimgeour wondered if his men were under a confusion spell? They may have thought they had confiscated or acquired some treasure, but in the end they came back with a bunch of junk?

"Director, look," Delis picked up the wand and waved it. The wand squeaked and turned into a rubber calf.

Scrimgeour was now certain that his men were under a confusion spell. Naya next to her also touched her forehead and sighed: How did a person like Delis become an Auror?

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

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

"Collapse!"

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

Naya:?

"Just trying your alchemy creation." Scrimgeour lowered his wand with a calm expression.

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

Scrimgeour's face twitched.

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

After seeing the pained look on his subordinate's face, he added, "——If the effect is good, we can consider buying it in bulk and formulating it for the frontline Aurors, so that we can also take the one you have in the office. The account is reimbursed."

Hearing what the director said, Naya became energetic. Originally, she was a little worried that her anti-curse gloves had been repeatedly overcharged, but after hearing that there was a chance of reimbursement, she no longer had such worries.

Delis on the side felt a little sour. However, considering that the performance of his anti-curse ring was far superior to that of his colleagues, he tolerated it.

Scrimgeour and Naya tried several spells on the side. Mr. Scrimgeour started with the most common spells and could successfully defend against the explosion spell. Of course, don't think about rebounding. A spell that can rebound is almost like a prank in Scrimgeour's eyes.

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

As a veteran who had experienced the Wizarding War and spent most of his life fighting dark wizards, Scrimgeour knew the significance of the defensive magic items in Naya's hands. After his recent test, he believed that the armor spell was strong enough to block an attack from most dark wizards. The only drawback is that this spell must be actively triggered and cannot be passively defended. In other words, it cannot prevent sneak attacks and can only be used in head-on confrontations.

But this will also greatly improve the safety of Aurors' missions.

More importantly, this kind of magic prop is very rare. Even in the days when the mysterious man was raging, no merchant developed this kind of product. Only a few alchemists could refine it, and only a few pure-blood wizard families I only have a collection, and such a good thing as buying a monkey version for 20 galleons has never happened. Therefore, the Ministry of Magic has never equipped Aurors with this kind of equipment.

But things are different now. There is an alchemist who is willing to do charity!

Yes, in Scrimgeour's eyes, the mysterious Mr. Seven is doing charity. This kind of good thing is really something you can't encounter even with a lantern.

Now that he was lucky enough to catch up, Scrimgeour felt that he must raise a large sum of money to buy as much of this protective equipment as possible. This is like an annual promotion. If you miss it once, Merlin can't guarantee whether there will be another time.

Twenty galleons a piece? Can I stock up on two hundred pieces at once? Anyway, it only costs four thousand galleons, so the department should be able to squeeze out this budget... right?

Scrimgeour's face darkened when he thought of the approval from the department. The Auror Office is a department within the Department of Enforcement of Magical Laws of the Ministry of Magic. After the previous director, Amelia Bones, became Minister of Magic, the person who took over the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was a mediocre wizard named Piers Thicknesse.

His resume has no bright spots, his qualifications are acceptable, and 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 the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is that he is mediocre and will not become the second Bones.

The Ministry of Magic's funds have been tight recently due to preparations for two major events. At this juncture, Scrimgeour felt that his path to applying for funding would be very tortuous. How can a bureaucrat sitting in an office understand the difficulties of frontline workers?

The shortcomings of this glove are also obvious: it can only be used once during combat, and it will wear out after being filled with magic spells many times, etc. Scrimgeour could find a lot of faults on his own, but Thicknesse could only make more excuses than he could.

Maybe in the end, the ministry will only buy a dozen sets to cope with it, right? And this is the limit he can strive for - now that the dark wizards have almost disappeared, the Ministry of Magic does 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, and dark wizards are in the dark; Aurors cannot use unforgivable curses arbitrarily, and dark wizards have no such restriction; Aurors rarely have protective equipment, and dark wizards have no such restrictions. However, wizards have more or less strange dark magic items in their hands... These factors put Aurors at a natural disadvantage when fighting against dark wizards. As the Auror leader, it was difficult for Scrimgeour to provide some basic protection to his subordinates. He sighed and waved his hand for Delis and the others to go out. As for the junk that Delis bought, he wasn't very concerned about it.

Scrimgeour is a good warrior, but he's not a good bureaucrat. If he was smart enough, even if he couldn't purchase curse-proof gloves in large quantities, the budget wouldn't be so tight.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Pony still had no intention of coming out of the studio. Tom also consciously packed his things and left the alchemy workshop.

Their way home was to take a few bus stops and then take a taxi home - if Mr. Granger didn't have time to pick them up.

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

Tom looked up.

The taxi driver noticed Tom's strange movement and quickly changed the channel.

"Sorry, I didn't expect it to suddenly start playing these boring things." The driver apologized amidst the melodious music.

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

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