Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

The invisibility cloak was handed over to Allen so easily.

This decision was a bit sudden. No one knew much about the function of the invisibility cloak. Neither Lance nor Diana understood the reason.

Allen’s explanation for this is——

[I'm going to lift the curse on my wrist. ]

Of course, this is what everyone likes to hear, so everyone naturally ignores something wrong.

After all, their crown prince has never lied when it comes to business matters.

As soon as the invisibility cloak was obtained, Allen made an appointment with Scrimgeour. He said that when he appeased the French Ministry of Magic, he agreed to create an internal portable communication for the other party, and wanted to know his opinion.

Scrimgeer was an Auror, so he certainly knew what it meant to control other people's communications. After hearing the news, he hurried to St. Mungo's.

Allen was in a daze.

He sent the letter at ten o'clock in the morning, just as he was having lunch, Scrimgeour arrived.

... He was used to the tact and tact of the Cabinet and the Ministry of Magic, so he was a little surprised by such efficient and direct handling of things.

Lance tried to stop him from the stairs on the third floor to the door of Allen's ward, but failed.

When he met Scrimgeour at the top of the stairs and learned the other person's intention, he tried to stop him and said,

"The minister is working hard to manage the administration, but why doesn't he bring an assistant? It's lunch time, why don't I treat you to a meal first?"

Scrimgeour looked serious, nodded to him, strode to Allen's ward, and said directly, "Food is not important, I will eat with the prince, communication is the most important."

Lance smiled gently, with veins on his forehead half exposed, so he had no choice but to follow the advice.

"But, you have worked hard all morning, do you want to take it easy?"

Scrimgeour stood up straight and said, "Mr. Loren, I used to be an Auror! I was not the sneaky person before!"

He raised his hand and pointed to Allen's ward door, nodded and said, "Then I'll go in first."

Lance:  …

He clenched his fists silently, grinning so hard that he gritted his teeth.

At this moment, as a Hufflepuff, he successfully empathized with the Slytherin snakes.

——This Scrimgeour is truly a simple-minded Gryffindor!

He had no choice but to follow in, looking helplessly and apologetically at the confused blond boy on the hospital bed who was holding a spoon and preparing to put it into his mouth.

This is how Alan met Scrimgeour.

He even rarely felt like his brain was in knots.

Scrimgeour, dressed in black, nodded to him seriously, extended his right hand to shake hands and said, "Hello, His Royal Highness."

Allen hesitated for a moment, put down the spoon in his hand, raised his hand and shook it.

...This outfit, this expression.

... He almost thought that the other party came to express his condolences to him.

The other party pointed to the chair next to the bed and asked, "Can I sit here?"

Allen nodded and said, "As you please."

He thought helplessly, you have already come in, should I kick you out?

Scrimgeour really knew the importance of communication and the value of portable magic communication. He couldn't wait to say,

"How are you going to create portable communications for the French Ministry of Magic?"

This kind of urging words made Allen frown in discomfort.

Scrimgeour paused, and then followed his eyes and saw the food placed on the table in front of him.

Allen twitched his lips and asked, "Have you had lunch?"

Seeing Scrimgeour shaking his head, he frowned and said,

"Lance, how can you let the minister talk about official business on an empty stomach!"

Lance immediately stepped forward, leaned forward and said "Sorry, Your Highness, I asked Minister Scrimgeour, but the Minister was anxious to discuss matters with you and refused lunch."

Allen pretended to answer, "How about that?"

Scrimgeour said immediately, "I don't mind."

Allen seemed a little embarrassed, and finally smiled and said, "Then you'll have to use the same food as me - there really isn't much decent food at St. Mungo's."

Lance suppressed a smile and leaned forward, "Okay, Your Highness, I'll make arrangements right away."

He still doesn’t know His Highness’s thoughts?

This is not to blame him, it is clearly because he felt that Scrimgeour's actions and words were a bit offensive, and he insisted on letting the other person eat some messy paste and give him a little correction.

Sure enough, Scrimgeour took the spoon and took a sip but couldn't take a bite.

Allen didn't take a few bites, but he looked at the other party with concern and asked, "Mr. Minister, is lunch not to your liking?"

Of course the other party could only shake his head.

A thin layer went down on Allen's plate, and he stopped with his spoon as if he couldn't eat anymore.

He glanced at the other party's plate, and when the other party was about to refuse, he praised, "You are truly an Auror, and you are never picky about food... Don't look at me. I can't eat anything when I'm sick. You are laughing."

What else could Scrimgeour say.

He always felt like he was being held there, and he couldn't help himself in his words and actions.

The poor new minister had to eat coptis. He reluctantly swallowed this inexplicable paste and felt that his stomach was going to be clogged.

Scrimgeour wiped his mouth while resisting nausea and asked, "Your Highness, can we start talking about the French Ministry of Magic now?"

Allen readily agreed, "Of course."

Scrimgeour quickly seized this opportunity and said seriously, "You are the only manufacturer of this kind of portable communication, so you must understand the importance of this kind of communication.

"Previously, when you equipped the Aurors with mobile communications, you used Dumbledore as the magic base station for communication. Now, are there still such technical limitations?"

Allen nodded, "Of course, this is an inevitable problem - magic power supply."

Scrimgeour nodded and said, "In this case, we have a lot to do in portable communications - the French Ministry of Magic wants our communications, and of course it must provide a powerful wizard recognized by both of us as a base station.

"Of course, I also have a grudge."

He saw Allen nodding and seemed a little embarrassed.

"... Regarding Auror's portable communication, can it be expanded to the entire Ministry of Magic employees? Of course, if possible, I would also like to move the magic base station from Dumbledore back to the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour was ashamed to say this.

Especially when he saw the crown prince opposite raised his eyebrows in surprise, it made his face even hotter.

...At the beginning, Fudge did not cooperate with him in creating the magic base station. It was he who specially invited Moody to convince Dumbledore to provide magic power for communication.

Now that he was elected minister, he immediately abandoned Dumbledore, which was a bit unjustifiable.

but……

Scrimgeour bit the bullet and explained according to what his little assistant said, "Dumbledore is old after all, and it is too hard to bear the magic power required for communication."

For a moment, Allen's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

But in an instant, the casual ridicule disappeared, so quickly that everyone thought it was an illusion.

The blond crown prince was still tolerant and supported, "Of course there is no problem, you are very thoughtful! I am very happy that the Ministry of Magic has welcomed an efficient and well-mannered minister like you!"

Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "Then the Ministry of Magic will contact the French Ministry of Magic on your behalf. When you recover, we will go to the Ministry of Magic to survey the communication base station?"

Alan blinked slightly, surprised at how smoothly everything went.

He almost laughed out loud and said happily, "Of course, I will fully cooperate with your decision-making and help you build a new Ministry of Magic!"