Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Finally, at the full moon, Windermere saw off the last batch of guests.

They said goodbye to Allen one by one, including Draco, who had already stood on a united front with Allen.

The two pairs of eyes collided, both glowing with their former glory.

Soon, all the knights from the Ministry of Internal Affairs were dispatched and began to clean up the remains of the banquet.

Allen relaxed slightly, looked at the champagne he had been holding in his hand all night, and took a sip.

The slightly sour and mellow wine aroma spreads in the mouth.

Lance didn't know how much he drank, so he didn't say anything when he saw this. He joked, "I don't see you tasting wine very often. Didn't you say that His Majesty forbids you to drink?"

"Yes."

Allen swung his wine glass in a good mood, "But today is worth celebrating!"

Lance probed with a smile, "Is it because of what? Because Draco's loyalty was finally confirmed, or because these purebloods were trapped as we expected?"

Allen was helpless, "Both!"

He swung the glass and quickly put it down, "But you are right, Your Majesty forbids me from drinking - a small sip is enough."

Lance followed his hand and looked at the wine glass that was put down, and suddenly realized something. He raised his eyelashes in surprise and asked tentatively,

"Your Majesty, why doesn't Your Majesty let you drink?"

The Crown Prince, who had been so at ease just now, suddenly paused, looked at him slowly, and narrowed his eyes with some reproach and threat.

Lance tried hard not to laugh, but still said, "You have to give me the specific amount of alcohol so I can pay attention to it when I go out."

Allen reluctantly turned around and left with a stinking face.

Lance was just a little disappointed when he saw his contact badge emitting a light purple light specially designed for His Highness. He opened the message bar and burst out laughing when he saw the message Allen sent him.

I see it says-

[40%vol high alcohol, 30ml half drunk, 50ml drunkenly. ]

No wonder His Highness doesn’t dare to drink more champagne. The alcohol concentration is 14%, and one cup is only 120ml. His Highness is probably afraid that he will lose his dignity after drinking and lose his dignity as a crown prince.

Just as he was thinking about it, the contact badge lit up again.

Lance raised his eyes and saw that Allen had sent another message——

[Don't tell anyone! ! ! ]

He couldn't help it anymore and finally laughed.

The next day, Allen had breakfast with His Majesty, checked His Majesty's recovery, and unceremoniously pushed half of the documents to His Majesty.

After that, he went to the Ministry of Magic.

Scrimgeour needs men, lots of them.

Although he swept away the corruption in the Ministry of Magic, the corruption will never be eliminated, it will just move from the surface to the covert.

What's more, reforms will more or less affect the existing employees' pie.

Before the enemy can't tell the difference between us and the enemy, Scrimgeour will not rashly transfer anyone to participate in this important reform!

He is upright, but he is not stupid.

To be able to securely hold the position of Director of the Auror Department in the Ministry of Magic, which was led by Fudge and was full of evil trends, and to be able to protect himself without collaborating with others, he was definitely not a fool who knew nothing about politics.

At this time, only by finding a community of interests can we ensure the smooth progress of reform.

As for an alliance with similar interests and rich people, of course it has to be the Muggle Crown Prince!

Therefore, Scrimgeour had already asked Allen to borrow money as a condition for participating in yesterday's dinner party.

Of course Allen agreed.

why not?This condition will do him no harm at all!

He went to the Ministry of Magic as promised, taking Lance, Diana and Blair with him, and even specially brought Catherine Wilde, who was in charge of Windermere's finances.

Scrimgeour was sitting in his office waiting for him.

The native wizard was a little puzzled, "Your Highness, I suggest you open a fireplace in Windermere instead of apparating directly into my office every time!"

Alan did not answer this, but smiled and said, "If you mind, next time, I can apparate to the hall of the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour was choked and speechless.

This was originally a secret meeting. Of course, if one less person knew about it, it would be safer!

He waved his hands with a face on his face, "Okay, Your Highness, it's a special period. But after the reform is completed, you can't be so willful."

Catherine's eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent, and she was touched lightly by Blair.

She glared at Blair angrily, and saw that the other party's eyes were half lowered, and the corners of his mouth were still curved with a trace of anger. She also understood what the other party meant, and lowered her eyes in the blink of an eye, trying to suppress her anger.

Lance and Diana are the same as Blair.

After all, the three of them have been dealing with these Ministry of Magic officials and purebloods all year round, and controlling their emotions is the first step in communication.

Allen was not angry, his expression and facial features remained motionless, and he still had a relaxed smile.

Offended?

Of course it's offensive.

But what does that matter?In his eyes, Scrimgeour was just a pawn to help him reform the magical world.

As the crown prince, even though he is in the wizarding world, he is still willing to follow the royal family's rules... and not interfere in political affairs.

His smile continued, "Of course, Minister Scrimgeour. So, what exactly do you want? How many people do you want, and how much do you want?"

Scrimgeour sat up straight, clasped his hands on the table, looked directly into Allen's eyes, and said, "I want ten clerks, ten absolutely trustworthy secretaries, and twenty people who are good at fighting and know how to investigate." wizard."

Allen smiled slightly and reminded, "I can allocate clerks and secretaries to you right away, but you need wizards who are good at fighting and know how to investigate, and you also need twenty...

"Let me remind you, Minister, there are only a dozen Aurors loyal to you now!"

Scrimgeour looked at him steadily, his eyes relaxing a little.

"I know this is a bit difficult, but the Auror team is not enough, I still need people!"

Allen asked with a thread, "What do you want these people to do? Reform requires manpower, but why do you emphasize the need to be able to investigate?"

"——You want to spy on those purebloods? Why, you can't trust my information?"

Scrimgeour paused. At this point, he was being unreasonable.

Allen sneered, "Minister, look how conflicted you are? You don't trust my intelligence, but you dare to trust my people?

"To put it bluntly, even if I can really get twenty good hands for you, will they completely obey your orders and not reveal the truth to me?"

His face turned cold.

"You don't have to doubt me. Everyone knows the situation of Muggles in the wizarding world. Only by seizing this reform can they have a place here!

"Believe me, I want this reform to succeed more than you do!"