harry potter book of crimes

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore's Will - I leave the book The Golden Gryphon from the Wild to Mr. Harry James Potter, I hope

He can find firmness and calmness in stories..."

Scrimgeour read this on a piece of parchment, then reached into the bag that contained the will and took out a book.

This book with a dark brown leather cover looks inconspicuous. Compared with those beautifully bound magic books, it actually looks more like a personal notebook. But on the cover of the book, there is a grid drawn

Coat of arms of Lanffindor House.

Harry subconsciously took it in his hand, and then flipped through it carefully, and found that there was nothing strange about it. This was a storybook, with only large sections of text and pictures in it, but not what he had imagined.

What magic.

"This book records some of the adventures of Godric Gryffindor." Scrimgeour said casually.

Obviously, he must have turned it over and checked dozens of times.

"Why did the professor give me a book?" Harry asked doubtfully, "I think it would be more appropriate to give it to Hermione or Maka than to me... You all like reading, don't you?"

Seeing him looking towards her, Maka shrugged at him.

"There's no harm in reading more books," Maka reminded nonchalantly. "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something from those stories. Didn't the professor's will say something about 'firm courage'?

Category?"

"Uh..." Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour had obviously lost interest in the book, and after Maca and the others had exchanged a few words, he turned his attention back to the parchment with the will.

"...I left a fragment of the bezoar to Miss Hermione Jane Granger, hoping that it would remind her of her past calmness and courage."

With that said, Scrimgeour reached into the bag again, and really took out a small piece of ugly black and yellow lump. It happened that this thing was also equipped with a slender silver necklace, which was so inconsistent!

"This is indeed a small piece of cow dung stone." Even the expressionless Scrimgeour couldn't help but twitching his lips at this moment, "The potion master in the ministry is very sure about this."

Hermione's hand shrank, but she finally took it.

In fact, it was because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, and now she heard that the professor had left something for her. This made her nose sore and her eyes red.

But when she found out that Dumbledore had left her a piece of feces, she was so surprised that she even forgot to shed tears.

"Why bezoar?" Ron looked at the small black object in Hermione's hand, his eyes widened and asked, "Why do I feel that I am no longer looking forward to what I will receive?"

"Don't say that..." Hermione held the bezoar carefully, with a strange look on her face, "No matter what you receive, these are things given to us by Professor Dumbledore... They have real commemorative value.

.”

Speaking of this, she looked at Maka hesitantly, lifted the bezoar in her hand and gestured.

"What do you think... Professor, what does this mean?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Bezoars can be used for emergency detoxification and have a very good alleviation effect on many types of toxins..." Maka spread her hands and said, "However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you are the most

It's best to think about what the professor left you in his will."

"Leave me a message?" Hermione thought for a while and then said hesitantly, "'The calmness and courage of the past'... what does it have to do with bezoars? I don't know... ah!"

"What do you remember?" Harry asked curiously.

Scrimgeour heard the sound and turned his attention to Hermione, as if he wanted to see what secrets Dumbledore had hidden in this will.

"No, actually I'm not sure if it is..." Hermione said, looking at the bezoar in her hand, "I still remember the first year we entered school, when we went to stop a suspect who was stealing the Sorcerer's Stone.

In the last room, I knocked a fake magic stone from Quirrell's hand, and it fell to the ground and was broken..."

She looked at the bezoar and couldn't help but guess: "Do you think that stone was made from this bezoar?"

"If that's the case, this is indeed worth keeping as a souvenir for you." Ron said suddenly.

"The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure..." Hermione said angrily, "I almost screwed up that time! If I hadn't done something unnecessary, Voldemort would have never thought that what he was holding was a fake Sorcerer's Stone!"

"It doesn't look like that to me," Maka said with a smile, "The professor has always been very intelligent, and he took many things into consideration that time, but your courage in a crisis made even the professor miscalculate. He

By leaving this thing to you, I must want to tell you that your bravery is beyond his expectation!"

"Really? But what's the use of that..." Hermione said slightly disappointed, "It's not a bad thing."

"No plan is perfect, not even Professor Dumbledore's plan." Maka explained, "But courage may help you at critical moments, no exception at any time. If

Now I tell you that the piece you knocked out of Quirrell's hand was actually the real Sorcerer's Stone, will you still think so?"

"Is that piece real?" Hermione asked in surprise, "Could it be that the reason why it looks like it was broken is actually a curse placed by the professor?"

"No, I'm just giving an example," Maka said, but her expression seemed a little ambiguous, "But who knows what the truth is?"

"Ahem..." Scrimgeour coughed dryly, interrupting their endless conversation, "There is one last item -"

"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting..." Maka nodded and said, "Please continue!"

Scrimgeour nodded dryly, then lowered his head and continued reading the previously read passage in the will.

"I leave a handful of ashes to Mr. Ronald Biliers Weasley, hoping that he can gain the confidence and happiness that belongs to him, and by the way, he can occasionally think of me."

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, only about the size of a thumb. The bottle was transparent, and you could directly see that it contained some extremely fine gray dust. It was the same as Hermione's bezoar.

, this small bottle also wears a silver chain, obviously so that it can be hung around the neck.

"Um...what?" Ron shook the vial, and the ashes inside tilted slightly, but did not show any reaction.

"Maka?" He also cast a questioning look at Maka.

"Don't look at me, I can't guess everything," Maka looked at the small bottle, shook her head and said, "Anyway, you should put it away first, I don't think the professor will give you anything useless.

"

"...Okay!" Ron nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour realized that he seemed to have no clues, so he raised the parchment in his hand and shook it slightly so that he could read the last paragraph.

"I will..." As soon as he started, he paused subconsciously, and a rare and inexplicable weirdness appeared on his face, "Well... I will give a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans to Mr. Macca McLean to share.

, I might try one before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping. I really hope I can eat one of those delicious multi-flavor beans before I leave this world.”

After that, Scrimgeour took out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Maka's hand. This inexplicable will attracted a lot of stares from Hermione and others.

"Bibi's all-flavored beans?"

Maka took it in her hand and took a look, only to find that the box had obviously been opened. It seemed that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one before handing it over, which was a veritable "sharing"

.

"The things the professor left us are each stranger than the last?" Ron blinked, not knowing what to say.

"Maca, the professor left this for you, can you think of the reason?" Scrimgeour asked in an unusually straightforward manner.

"Who knows?" Maka said noncommittally, "I think that when Professor Dumbledore was writing this will, he suddenly wanted to eat Bibi's flavored beans? I remember the professor once mentioned that in his life,

I’ve only eaten multi-flavored beans twice, once with the smell of vomit and the other time with the flavor of earwax... I think you can understand how he feels.”

"Really..." Scrimgeour shook his head and twitched the corner of his mouth again, "Well... if that's the case... I mean, that's the end of the announcement of the will. As for the specific situation yesterday, we will talk about it later.

The ministry will send someone to question you and record it... I have other work, so I'll excuse you now!"

"Mr. Scrimgeour, please walk slowly." Maca nodded to him, indicating that she understood.

When Scrimgeour stood up and walked toward the door, he paused again on the way, and then turned around again.

"Oh, by the way... Mr. MacLean, I hope you recover soon." After leaving these words, he opened the door and strode away under the gaze of everyone outside.

"Maka, these Bibi's Braised Beans...are they really what you said?" Hermione seemed a little unconvinced, thinking that what she just said was probably Maka's excuse to deal with the new Minister of Magic.

"No, I really don't have a clue about this box of multi-flavor beans." Maka shook her head, and then pointed to the small bottle in Ron's hand, "But I have some guesses about the bottle of ashes...

…Ron, would you mind showing me something?"

As Maka spoke, she poured out a multi-flavor bean and threw it into her mouth.

"...What kind of weird smell is this?" He frowned and asked, "Speaking of which, I'm really curious how the professor knew that what he was eating was earwax-flavored?"