Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Scrimgeour returned without success.

On the one hand, placing the magic power base station in someone else's place gave him a strong sense of insecurity, almost feeling that the Auror team was controlled by someone;

On the other hand, Dumbledore interrupted his voice many times, obviously holding a conservative attitude towards the "magic base station", at least not agreeing with it.

All this brought him a strong sense of insecurity.

What if the so-called "magic base station" suddenly became inoperable when they were charging forward?

He can only go back first, and then think carefully.

However, when he returned to the Auror headquarters, he happened to see a group of limping Aurors.They were all wounded, bandaged each other's arms and legs, and greeted him tiredly,

"Head..."

Scrimgeour frowned, "What's going on?"

The Aurors were downcast,

"It's not that Kenny Cooper... We were tricked by him again! Taylor and the others were seriously injured and have already been sent to St. Mungo's. We are still slightly injured..."

With tears in their eyes, they slapped their legs viciously and said,

"That Cooper, he even assembled a team of 30 to [-] people! Those dark wizards are playing with us like cats and mice!"

"If we could know their actions quickly, why would we be bullied so badly!"

All of these Aurors were excellent graduates, but they couldn't help crying at this moment.

"Damn Cooper!"

"..."

"By the way, boss, didn't you go to talk to the Muggle crown prince about the portable communication?"

Their eyes lit up, as if they saw hope.

"If we had a portable comm, we'd be able to catch that damned bounty hunter! Let him see, we Aurors aren't vegetarians either!"

Scrimgeour kept a straight face, deep guilt rising from the bottom of his heart.

...Yes, he went to seek portable communication for the sake of these brothers.

Magic base station...

Except for the crown prince, Dumbledore is probably the only one in the entire wizarding world whose magic power is strong enough to support an entire team of Aurors.

Scrimgeour couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

... Dumbledore is obviously conservative about the "magic base station".

To get Dumbledore to agree...

He thought of Alastor Moody, a retired Honored Auror.

Everyone knew that Moody hated dark wizards.

What's more, Moody and Dumbledore have been friends for many years, so if he persuades him, he should be able to persuade Dumbledore.

Just do it.

Scrimgeour quickly contacted Moody, and then went to visit him himself.

The Meritorious Auror is one hell of an eccentric character.

He lived among Muggles and had never left his house. Years of struggles with dark wizards made him very nervous-he couldn't help it, he lost an eye and a leg because of dark wizards.

Fortunately, none of them were Muggles.

St. Mungo's Hospital equipped Moody with a mechanical leg, and Moody himself found a magic eye from nowhere. The fake eye can turn 360 degrees and can see all the disguises of magic.

Well equipped...

gritty determination...

And the hatred for the dark wizards...

This made Moody a great Auror, but it also caused him some mental problems.

He always suspected that someone was a dark wizard, suspected that he was being watched, suspected that there was an insider in the Ministry of Magic, and even suspected that someone was hiding in his trash can two days ago.

In reality, of course, there is nothing there.

Even Scrimgeour had a headache thinking of Moody.

But he had to come.

He had to come for the brothers who were fighting the dark wizard on the front line.

Scrimgeour trusted Dumbledore.

The entire wizarding world trusted Dumbledore.

But he needs someone who can persuade the other party to accept the "magic base station" of portable communication.

Wearing a black wizard's robe, he stood in this relatively secluded residence, saw the Muggle-repelling spell around the house, and then stepped in firmly.

Scrimgeour knocked on the door for a long time.

No one responded.

He had no choice but to open the door and look around the extremely dark room.

All the drapes in the room were drawn, and as a former Auror, Moody was very vigilant, and the drapes he chose had good blackout properties.

At this moment, even at noon, the house is so dark that you can hardly see your fingers.

Scrimgeour drew out his wand, and the tip glowed a little.

"Moody?"

He lifted up and called, "Alastor Moody? I'm Scrimgeour, I have something to ask you!"

A moment of silence.

Still no response.

Scrimgeour could not help frowning.

Based on his understanding of Moody, although the other party was extremely vigilant and withdrawn, it was absolutely impossible for him to leave so quietly suddenly.

... Could something have happened?

Scrimgeour was startled, quickly turned off the light of his wand, and checked the first floor silently, then walked lightly and vigilantly to the second floor.

At this moment, a bright red magic spell came to him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he rolled over neatly, slid down the few stairs, and hid behind the bunker on the wall.

He heard the other party's panting and almost nervous questioning,

"Who?!"

"I'd like to see which thief dares to break into my house! I'm Alastor Moody!"

Scrimgeour's heart suddenly relaxed.

He breathed out silently, and raised his voice, "Alastor, I'm Scrimgeour!"

"fart!"

The voice said gruffly, "Pretending to be Scrimgeour? Good idea! But you can't escape me! You're a Death Eater!"

Scrimgeour frowned.

...Moody is indeed a good Auror, but in daily life, just this paranoia is too much to bear!

He sighed irritably, "Alastor, we once captured Kenny Cooper's father—Doldo Cooper!

"That battle left me with a scar that runs through my chest and almost took your other leg!"

The voice over there suddenly stopped.

After a while, the voice asked, "What are you doing here?"

Scrimgeour knew that the other party trusted him, and said, "Isn't it about Kenny Cooper? He gathered a team of 30 people and came here every day to make trouble!"

"Now, there are less than ten Aurors who can move!"

Moody cursed,

"You dirty little bastard!"

Scrimgeour couldn't help saying, "We need a new strategy! The Muggle Crown Prince knows alchemy, and can also refine portable communications! But we must find a base station with powerful magic power!"

"Then go find Dumbledore!"

Moody said violently, "What are you looking for!"

Scrimgeour was also furious, and roared, "You think I'm happy? It's Dumbledore who doesn't want to be a 'magic base station'!"

His chest heaved violently, and his voice was filled with anger.

"That's why I came to you to persuade him!"

"Otherwise, we don't know how long we will be played by Kenny Cooper!"

Moody fell silent again.

It took a while before the former Auror, lurking in the darkness, limped down the stairs.

He gripped his wand tightly, and the mechanical leg on his right was extremely flexible.The magic eye gurgled, and the scar on his face made him look even more terrifying.

He found Scrimgeour neatly, held his wand against Scrimgeour's neck,

"You better not lie to me!"

Scrimgeour pushed away his wand with a cold face, straightened his collar, and said, "See you at Hogwarts at six o'clock tomorrow night."