HP Magic Biography

"Obviously you are surprised! Don't you know that Dumbledore has something for you?"

"We?" Ron said, "How many of us are there?"

"Yes, the four of you..."

But Harry interrupted him. "Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month. Why did he give us his relics so long?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Before Scranger could speak, Hermione said first, "They want to know what he left us. You have no right to do that!" Her voice trembled slightly.

"I have all rights," Scranger said contemptuously. "The Statutory Confiscation Act gives the Ministry of Magic the right to confiscate everything in the will..."

"But the problem is that the law was issued to prevent the passing of dark magic items between wizards," Hermione said unceremoniously, "and the Ministry of Magic should also have enough evidence that the deceased's relics are illegal. Before it can be confiscated! You mean, you think what Dumbledore wants to leave us is something cursed?"

"Do you have any intentions to develop in the legal profession in the future, Miss Granger?" Scranger asked.

"No, I'm not that interested," Hermione retorted. "I just want to do something good for the world!"

The legal profession?

I'm afraid Hermione will be sitting in your place in the future...

Fanlin looked at Scrimgeour with some sadness, which successfully attracted Scrimgeour's attention.

"Do you have anything to say, Mr. Al."

"I think there is no need for us to have a meaningless fight here."

"Yes." Scrimgeour looked at Fanlin calmly.

"I'm surprised... Mr. Minister, Dumbledore has a better candidate to dispose of these relics than you. Of course, it cannot be denied that you are a leader..."

"What do you want to say?"

Before Fanlin could speak, Harry couldn't wait to speak.

"Then how do you decide to return our things? Can't you think of any excuses to deduct it?"

"No, that's because thirty-one days have passed." Hermione said immediately. "Unless it can be proven that the things are dangerous, the seizure cannot be continued. Right?"

No one answered Hermione, obviously, the girl was infinitely close to the truth.

"Is Dumbledore very close to you, Ronald?"

"Me? No—not very close...it seems like Harry and Vereen are..." Ron looked at Harry, Vereen, and Hermione. Hermione kept giving him a "shut up" look, but It was too late, and Scrimgeour seemed to have the answer he wanted.

He chased Ron like a bird of prey.

"Since you are not so close to him, why did you mention you in the will? He left very little personal estate, most of the property... his private library, magical objects and other private properties... It's all left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you can be selected?"

"I... don't know," Ron said, "I... I said I wasn't that close... I mean, I think he likes me..."

"You are always so humble, Ron," Hermione said. "Dumbledore likes you very much."

This didn't seem to be very reliable, as far as Harry knew, Ron and Dumbledore had never been alone together, and direct contact was negligible.

However, Scrimgeour did not seem to listen. He reached into his cloak, took out a donkey skin pocket much larger than the one given to Harry by Hagrid, took out a roll of parchment from it, unfolded it and read aloud, "Albus Percival Woolfrey Kebrien Dumbledore’s last wish...ah, here...leave my light extinguisher to Ronald Billys Weasley, hoping that he will think of me whenever he uses it."

Scrimgeour took out an item Harry had seen before. It looked a bit like a silver lighter, but Harry knew that this item had the power to **** all the light from a place, just tap it. It can be restored again.

Scranger leaned forward and handed the light extinguisher to Ron, who was so confused that he held it in his hand and looked at it over and over.

"That's a priceless thing." Scrimgeour looked at Ron and said, "and it may be the only one in the world. It must have been designed by Dumbledore himself. Why did he leave you such a rare thing? "

Ron shook his head in confusion.

"Dumbledore taught thousands of students," Scrimgeour said affirmatively, "but he only remembers four of you in his will. Why? What does he think you can do with the lights, Mr. Weasley?"

"Use it for ignition, if I want to guess," Ron muttered. "Otherwise, what else can I do with this thing?"

Obviously Scrimgeour had no clue. He squinted at Ron for a moment, then returned his gaze to Dumbledore's will.

"Leave the book The Story of My Troubadour Bieber" to Miss Hermione Gene Granger. I hope she can get fun and knowledge from it." Scrimgeour pulled out a small book from his bag. The book looks very old, it is as old as the top black magic secrets upstairs, the binding is dirty and many places are broken.

Hermione took the book from Scrimgeour without a word. She put the book on her lap and stared at it.

Harry discovered that the title of the book was written in ancient words. He had never learned it and couldn't understand it. He saw a tear drop on the protruding decorative symbol.

"Why do you think Dumbledore left you this book, Miss Granger?" Scranger asked.

"He... he knows I like reading." Hermione said with a strong nasal voice while wiping tears from her sleeves. "But why do you have to leave this book for you?"

"I don't know. He must think I will like it."

"Have you discussed with Dumbledore about the use of passwords or other methods to transmit secret messages?"

"No, I didn't." Hermione was still wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"If the Ministry of Magic hasn't found any hidden codes in this book for 31 days, I am afraid I can't do it either." Fanlin refused to answer for Hermione, and the girl was a little bit choked.

Hermione tried to suppress her crying, but when she thought of Dumbledore, the sadness felt a little uncontrollable.

Fanlin reached out and took Hermione in his arms, "I think you can continue."

Scrimgeour nodded, "To Harry James Potter," a sudden excitement surged in Harry as he read it, "I took the gold he captured during the first Quidditch match at Hogwarts. Snitch left it to him, I hope he can remember that this is a reward for his skill and strong will."

When Scrimgeour took out the walnut-sized golden ball from the bag, its pair of silver wings flapped weakly. Harry couldn't help feeling a deep loss.

"Why did Dumbledore leave this golden snitch to you?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I don't know." Harry said. "From the meaning of what you just said, I think it might be... telling me that if I persevere, I can get...anything."

"So you think this is purely a symbolic souvenir?"

"I think so," said Harry, "otherwise what else does it mean?"

"I'm asking the question now," Scrimgeour said, moving his chair closer to the sofa. At this time, the outside was shrouded in twilight, and the pale white tent outside the window rose above the fence.

"I noticed that your birthday cake is in the shape of a golden snitch," Scrimgeour said to Harry. "Why is that?"

"The intention is obvious, isn't it? Harry is an excellent seeker, or, what secret letter do you think Dumbledore will leave in the icing?"

"I don't think there is anything hidden in the icing." Scrimgeour said, "but the Golden Snitch is a great place to hide small objects. I'm sure you know why?"

Harry shrugged, but Hermione answered the question. Harry felt that answering questions was simply an uncontrollable hobby rooted in her soul.

"Because the Golden Snitch has human memory," she said.

"What?" Harry and Ron said in unison. They thought Hermione knew very little about Quidditch.

"Correct." Scrimgeour said. "The Golden Snitch had never been touched by bare skin before being released. The producer wore gloves and it was not considered touched. It was enchanted when there was controversy in the game. , It can recognize the first person to touch it with his hand. This golden snitch..." He picked up the golden ball...

"I will remember your contact, Potter. I think Dumbledore has tremendous magical powers. No matter how many times he makes mistakes, he should have cast magic on this golden snitch so that it can only be opened by you. ."

Harry's heart beat faster. He knew Scrimgeour was right. How could he take this golden snitch in front of the Minister of Magic without using his hand?

"You won't say anything," Scrimgeour said. "Perhaps you already know what's inside the Golden Snitch."

"No," Harry said, still wondering how he could pretend he had touched the Snitch with his hands. If he knows how to seize the mind, if he really does, he can detect Hermione's thoughts, and he can almost hear the sound of her brain spinning next to him.

"Take it." Scrimgeour said calmly. Harry's gaze hit the yellow eyes of the Minister of Magic, and he knew he had no choice but to follow. He stretched out his hand, and Scranger leaned out again, and slowly and deliberately stuffed the golden snitch into Harry's palm.

Nothing happened.

When Khalid held the Golden Snitch with his fingers together, its tired wings fluttered for a few times and then stopped. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to stare at the partially covered ball intently, as if still hoping that something would change.

"I think, Mr. Minister, if Dumbledore really left Harry with anything, he should have already thought about this situation, right? Or, what do you want to see?"

"I……"

"It is undeniable, Mr. Scrimgeour, you are a firm main combatant, and we can even seek some cooperation, but the problem is..." Fanling paused, "Your placement may appear some problems."

"Some questions?" Scrimgeour suddenly raised his volume. His patience with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix made him a little hard to control...

"I think, maybe you are out..."

"It cannot be denied, Mr. Scrimgeour, you now look like a drunk who is desperate, and you are far from accepting reality... the previous Minister Fudge has set a perfect example..."

"One, I don't have a correct understanding of what I should do, and then completely seal the road ahead..."

"You mean, my fault?"

"No, we are just a disagreement, Mr. Minister!" Fanlin said calmly, "I think you should, and there is no way to control everything, right? It was like this from the beginning. You must admit that you made one. the wrong decision making."

"Listen to Dumbledore? Like Fudge?" Scrimgeour was like an angry old lion.

"Then I'm sorry, you won't get anything from us," Fanlin said.

"It's kind of dramatic," Harry said calmly.

Ron and Hermione both laughed.

"That's all, right?" Hermione said as she got up from the sofa.

"It's not over yet," Scranger said, and he took a few deep breaths.

"Dumbledore left something for you, Potter"

"What is it?" Harry asked, everyone listening intently.

Scrimgeour did not bother to read the will this time.

"Gryffindor's sword," Scrimgeour said.

For a while, everyone was stunned.

Harry used his eyes to search for the trace of the hilt decorated with rubies, but Scrimgeour did not take the sword out of the leather pocket because the pocket seemed too small to hold a sword.

"Where is the sword?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Unfortunately," Scrimgeour said, "that sword is not something Dumbledore has the right to give away. The Gryffindor sword is a valuable artifact, and something like this belongs to..."

"He belongs to every student in Gryffindor!" Fanlin said.

"According to reliable historical records ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ this sword will automatically show up whenever it meets an outstanding student in Gryffindor," Scrimgeour nodded and said, "So, that doesn't make it. Become Mr. Porter’s exclusive property, no matter how Dumbledore decides."

Scrimgeour scratched his shaved face, and looked at Fanlin's face. "Why do you think...?"

"Dumbledore wants to give me the sword, right?" Harry resisted his excitement, letting himself say as calmly as possible, "Maybe he thinks that the sword is more suitable for hanging on the wall of my house."

"This is not kidding, Potter!" Scrimgeour roared. "Is it because Dumbledore believes that only Takashik Gryffindor’s sword can defeat the Slytherin heir? He gave you that sword, Potter, because he believed it, as many people believe, Are you the man who can destroy "the man who can't even mention the name"?"

"Interesting theory." Harry said. "Has anyone ever tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Maybe the Ministry of Magic should find someone to try that, instead of wasting time on dismantling lights or covering up Azkar. Ban’s prison escape incident. So this is what you’ve been doing, Minister? Shut yourself in the office, desperately trying to open a golden snitch? Someone has been killed... I almost became one of them... Voldemort chased me across three countries. He killed Mad Eye Moody, but the Ministry of Magic said nothing about it, right? You still count on us to cooperate with you!"

"You went too far!" Scrimgeour shouted and stood up. Harry also jumped up. Scrimgeour limped up to Harry and pressed the tip of his wand against Harry's chest. A small hole that looked like a cigarette burned in Harry's t-shirt.

"Hey!" Ron jumped up and raised his wand.

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