Chapter 207: I, Alvin, can play anyone!
Alvin's expression is now confused.
Who am I, where am I, and what is this person on the other side doing?
How good is this person going to fight him?
No, not for him, but for Dumbledore.
That's even more problematic. Even the current Alvin dares not say that he can win Dumbledore steadily. Where did this Scrimgeour get the courage?
Looking at Scrimgeour with caring eyes, Alvin wanted to ask him if he needed some brain medicine.
When Scrimgeour saw the look in Dumbledore's eyes, although he didn't understand the meaning, he still felt a burst of humiliation.
Are these eyes looking at the mentally handicapped?
Taking a step forward, he crossed the table directly to Alvin. His wand clenched in his hand.
"Dumbledore, what are you waiting for?"
The words were full of provocation.
The little wizard under the stage was furious at once!
At first, everyone was shocked by Scrimgeour's audacity, but now blatant provocation is igniting all Hogwarts teachers and students!
"Headmaster, promise him and give him a hard lesson!"
A little wizard of Gryffindor shouted loudly, and the other little wizards also agreed.
"Headmaster! Don't save him face. Let him know this is Hogwarts!"
Cho and the others, who knew the true identity of Dumbledore now, looked at Alvin worriedly. They knew that Alvin was strong, but that was Scrimgeour.
As the Head of the Auror office, Scrimgeour can certainly be considered one of the finest in the wizarding world of Great Britain.
The Great Hall became noisy instantly, and Professor McGonagall stood up angrily, glaring at Scrimgeour.
"Scrimgeour, are you provoking us Hogwarts on behalf of the Ministry of Magic?"
"No, I'm just representing myself." Scrimgeour remained unmoved. His eyes were still fixed on Alvin.
"I want to see if Dumbledore can still hold the title of the greatest white wizard."
"You!" Professor McGonagall wanted to say something angrily but was stopped by Alvin.
"Okay, Minerva, don't get so excited. Are you serious? Scrimgeour."
"Of course, I will choose an assistant among the Aurors I bring, and you can also choose one of your own."
In a normal duel, each wizard will have an assistant who will continue to fight in his place after his partner is defeated.
It was obvious that Scrimgeour was playing for real this time.
"Albus, I'll be your assistant!"
Professor Flitwick jumped out, and his face was also full of displeasure.
All the provocations have come to the door, and Professor Flitwick's good-natured character can't bear it anymore.
"No need, Filius, I can do it alone."
With that little effort just now, Alvin thought for a moment. If Dumbledore was here now, what kind of choice would he make.
Accepting the challenge is inevitable, but it will not be too heavy. Pay attention to the demeanor of being the number one powerhouse in the wizarding world.
With an idea in mind, Alvin also stood up.
"Scrimgeour, I don't need an assistant, and you can go with the Aurors you brought. It's too much trouble to come one by one."
Scrimgeour's face turned green when he heard this.
Contempt, this is naked contempt!
The little wizards at Hogwarts also heard Alvin's words clearly and cheered.
As the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he should be so domineering!
Alvin took out his wand, motioned all the little wizards to get out of the way, and then performed Transfiguration, creating a duel stage.
Scrimgeour strode onto the stage, staring at Alvin with fierce eyes, and his men were a little confused at this time.
All Aurors, even Scrimgeour himself, were Hogwarts graduates.
Dumbledore's majesty has been deeply engraved in their blood, and it is embarrassing for them to fight against Dumbledore now.
Seeing the entanglement of these people, Alvin said mildly. "Come up too. Let me see how much you have improved after graduation."
Alvin silently praised himself in his heart, this wave of Dumbledore's character design. He was so talented.
I, Alvin Gaunt, Oscar winner, can play anyone!
Hearing what Alvin said, several Aurors looked at each other and walked onto the stage.
Taking a deep breath, Scrimgeour also acquiesced in this situation, and the possibility of him defeating Dumbledore is even greater.
"I count one, two, three, and..."
"No, it's fine for you to shoot first."
Alvin interrupted Scrimgeour with an unmistakable tone. He must see the opponent's level before deciding how strong he will play.
If they shoot together, Alvin is afraid that he will not be able to control them well, and he will kill the person with one move, which will be big trouble.
Although Scrimgeour was annoyed, he didn't object.
These Aurors are all his confidants, and they cooperate with each other naturally.
Several Aurors immediately dispersed their positions. In the running, they continued to cast buff magic and Shield Charm to themselves, reflecting their good fighting qualities.
After surrounding Alvin, almost at the same time, several powerful spells of different types flew toward Alvin.
"The Shield of Achilles!"
With a flick of his wand, Alvin summoned a silver shield that blocked all attacks.
Scrimgeour was not surprised to see this scene. If Dumbledore was trounced, he wouldn't deserve to be called the greatest white wizard.
The movements in his hands did not stop at all, and together with several Aurors, they continued to cast spells.
The colorful magic spells are like fireworks blooming on the silver shield.
Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall hurriedly worked together to hold up a shield to stop the bounced spells one by one so as not to injure the students accidentally.
All the students did not dare to blink for fear of missing some beautiful pictures.
Most of the people here grew up listening to the legend of Dumbledore.
Even young Muggle-born wizards who come to the wizarding world are told that their Headmaster is the most powerful wizard in the world.
But no one has seen Dumbledore make a shot, and they have no concept of Dumbledore's power.
Now that there are finally people who are not afraid of death to stand up, they can have the opportunity to see how powerful their Headmaster is.