Looking at the tatters on the table, Scrimgeour wondered if his subordinates were under the Confusion Curse? They may feel that they have confiscated or acquired some treasures, but in the end they returned with a bunch of junk?

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

Scrimgeour was now certain that his men were under the Confusion Charm. Naya next to her also supported her forehead and sighed: How did a person like Dawlish become an Auror?

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

Scrimgeour was thoughtful after hearing this, and Dawlish breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and he also realized that his behavior was inappropriate—especially after the cow in his hand twisted.

"Damned!"

Scrimgeour suddenly pulled out his wand and cast a stun spell. Naya rolled to the ground in a state of embarrassment, narrowly avoiding the surprise attack of her boss.

Naya:?

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

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

Scrimgeour twitched.

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

After seeing the painful look on his subordinate's face, he added another sentence, "——If the effect is good, we can consider buying in bulk and preparing it for the front-line Aurors, so that we can go to the office with the one in your hand." account reimbursement."

Hearing what the director said, Naya regained her spirits. Originally, she still felt a little distressed that her curse-proof gloves were repeatedly overcharged, but after hearing that there was a possibility of reimbursement, she no longer had this concern.

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

Scrimgeour and Naya tried the spells a few times nearby. Mr. Scrimgeour started experimenting with the most common spells until he could successfully defend against the explosive spell. Of course, don't even think about rebounding. In Scrimgeour's eyes, spells that can be rebounded are almost like pranks.

"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 go and reimburse the curse-proof gloves she was wearing.

As a veteran who has experienced wizard wars and spent most of his life fighting against dark wizards, Scrimgeour is well aware of the significance of the defensive magic items in Naya's hands. After his test just now, he believed that the Iron Armor Curse was strong enough to block an attack from most of the dark wizards. The only fly in the ointment is that this spell must be triggered actively, and cannot be passively defended, that is to say, it cannot prevent sneak attacks and can only be used in head-to-head duels.

But it will also greatly improve the safety of Aurors in carrying out their missions.

More importantly, this kind of magic item is very rare. Even in the days when the mysterious man was rampant, 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 only 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 who is willing to do charity!

Yes, in Scrimgeour's eyes, the mysterious Mr. Seven is doing charity, and such a good deed is really hard to come across even with a lantern.

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

Twenty galleons a piece? Then can I stock up on two hundred pieces at once? Anyway, it only costs 2,000 Galleons, so the department should be able to squeeze out this budget... should it?

Thinking of the department's approval, Scrimgeour's face darkened.

The Auror Office is part of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. After the previous director, Amelia Burns, became the Minister of Magic, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was accepted by a mediocre wizard named Pierce Thickness.

His resume has no bright spots, his qualifications are passable, 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 Director of Magical Law Enforcement was that he was mediocre and would not be the second Burns.

Due to the preparations for two major events, the Ministry of Magic's funds have been very tight recently. At such a juncture, Scrimgeour felt that his road to applying for funding must be very tortuous. How can a bureaucrat sitting in an office understand the difficulties of front-line personnel?

The disadvantages of this glove are also obvious: it can only be used once in battle, it will wear out after multiple spell fillings, and so on. Scrimgeour could find a bunch of faults himself, Thicknesse could only find more excuses than he could.

Maybe in the end, the Ministry will only buy a dozen or so sets to deal with it? And this is the limit of what he can strive for - now the dark wizard has almost disappeared~lightnovelpub.net~ The Ministry of Magic does not need to allocate too many resources to the Auror Office.

The struggle between Aurors and dark wizards has never been fair: Aurors are in the light, and dark wizards are in the dark; Wizards have more or less strange black magic items in their hands... These factors put Aurors at a natural disadvantage when fighting against dark wizards. As the leader of the Aurors, Scrimgeour had difficulty in giving his subordinates some basic guarantees. He sighed, and waved Dawlish and the others out. As for the rags that Dawlish bought, he didn't care too much.

Scrimgeour was a good fighter, but he wasn't a good bureaucrat. If he had enough brains, even if he couldn't purchase spell-resistant gloves in large quantities, he wouldn't be so tight on the budget.

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Five o'clock in the afternoon~lightnovelpub.net~Mr. Pony still didn't intend to come out of the studio. Tom also consciously packed up his things and left the alchemy workshop.

The way they go home is to take a few bus stops before taking a taxi home - if Mr. Granger doesn't have time to pick them up.

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

Tom looked up.

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

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

"Huck, Prime Minister? So Mr. Harker is indeed Prime Minister?" asked Tom.

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