HP Magic Biography

"Don't do it! Do you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?" Harbin rate reacted first.

"Finally remember that this is not a school, right?" Scrimgeour's breath sprayed fiercely on Harry's face. "Finally remembered that I am not the arrogant and rude Dumbledore who always tolerates you? You can be like Wearing a crown against the scar, Potter, but that doesn’t mean that a seventeen-year-old can give pointers to my work! You should learn to respect!"

"You deserve it!" Harry said.

"I deserve it!"

"You better calm down, otherwise, you may stay here, I promise, if you die, no one at the Ministry of Magic will even avenge you." Fanlin pressed one hand on Scrimgeour's. .

"Besides, you have to know, without Voldemort, you are nothing, and Voldemort is back, you stand up, it is impossible to solve the problem, you are destined to be just a poor..."

"Poor thing, I am the Minister of Magic!"

"Perhaps it won't be tomorrow. Haven't you noticed it? Any information about Harry can be leaked. Such a Ministry of Magic is still in your hand? Without a little self-knowledge, the people at the Ministry are just a bunch of idiots. !"

"And, here, even if I kill you, the Ministry of Magic won't make any response. Want me? The Ministry can't even protect itself!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Fanlin said, pushing Scrimgeour back one step. "Where were you when we were hunted down by dozens of Death Eaters? Design a shelter Not enough manpower? Even the news was leaked from the Ministry of Magic!"

"You're playing with fire..." Scrimgeour pointed his wand at Fanlin, but before he extended his wand, Fanlin's wand was the first to hit Scrimgeour's eyebrows.

"Make a bet," Fanlin smiled, "Just bet, before I kill you, can you use a magic!"

In pure blue, Fanlin stared at Scrimgeour's eyes coldly, like a dagger, aggressively invading.

Originally Fanlin still had some similarities with Scrimgeour, but Scrimgeour's attitude was really bad.

Now, are they not asking for the Ministry of Magic, a Minister of Magic who is completely emptied?

Ridiculous post, there are no rules now, right?

"Fanlin..." Harry felt a little panicked, Fanlin was a bit strong...

The floor trembled, and there was a sound of running footsteps. Then the door of the living room burst violently, and the Weasleys ran in. "We...we thought we heard..." Mr. Weasley spoke first. When he saw Fanlin put his wand against Scrimgeour's forehead, he was so scared that he couldn't speak, especially Fanlin. With the cold eyes, the people in the Order of the Phoenix are so familiar with him, Fanlin is ready to fight...

"...Uh... very loud... voice." Mrs. Weasley gasped and said, her apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

"Very well, it seems that you can...get out of here alive!" Fanlin smiled, but still didn't mean to put away his wand, "Does Dumbledore have anything else to explain? It looks like it's all here!"

Scrimgeour stepped back slightly, the coldness from his brows constantly stimulating the nerves of his brain.

Fanlin can really kill him...

"No... it's okay." He looked at Fanlin and Harry grumblingly and said, "I...I am disappointed with the attitude of the two of you." He turned his face forcibly, not allowing himself to face it. Looking at Fanlin, and looking at Harry head-on again. "It looks like you think the Ministry doesn't value you... and Dumbledore... things that it values. We should cooperate."

"I don't like your theory, Minister." Harry said, "Remember?" Again, he raised his right hand and showed Scrimgeour the white scar on the back of his hand. "I shouldn't lie." .

The watch on Scrimgeour's face solidified. He turned, limply walked out of the room without saying a word.

Mrs. Weasley hurriedly followed, and Harry heard her stop at the back door. After a while she said loudly, "He is gone!"

"What does he want to do?" Mr. Weasley asked, scanning the few people present, "Why would you Fanlin..."

Mrs. Weasley hurried back into the house.

"Give us what Dumbledore left us," Fanlin said. "The contents of his will have just been announced."

In the garden outside, the three things Scrimgeour had brought were on the table, passing in the hands of everyone. Everyone was sighing about the light extinguisher and "The Tale of Bieber the Troubadour," and regretted Scrimgeour's refusal to hand over the sword, but no one could say why Dumbledore left Harry an old golden snitch.

"As for why... Mr. Minister is probably not reconciled!" Fanlin said, and the crowd did not continue to speak.

"Fortunately Sirius was not there at the time." Mr. Weasley sighed. "Did he not give you anything?"

"Fox!" Fanlin said.

"Oh, yes, I have seen it..." Hagrid was a little envious, this kind of sacred bird from the East fits more closely with Fanlin.

When Mr. Weasley was studying the light extinguisher for the third to fourth time, Mrs. Weasley tentatively said, "Harry, dear, everyone is starving to death. We don’t want to eat without waiting for you... Now we can eat. Yet?"

Everyone ate a meal in a hurry, and then sang a song of life, swallowed a few bites of cake, and the banquet ended. Hagrid was invited to the wedding the next day, but he was too big to sleep in the already crowded burrow, so he left here to set up a tent next door.

"Let's see you upstairs," Harry said in Fanlin's ear, helping Mrs. Weasley to clean up and restore the garden to its original appearance. "After everyone goes up."

In the attic room, Ron was studying his light extinguisher. Harry was filling the donkey skin pocket that Hagrid had given him. Instead of gold, he loaded what he thought was the most valuable. It's worthless to go up, including the live-point thieves map, da's contact gold coins, and some simple things.

He tightened the rope at the mouth of the bag and tied it around his neck, then sat there holding the old golden snitch and watched its wings flap weakly.

Finally, Fanlin and Hermione knocked gently on the door outside, and then crept in.

"Close your ears and listen!" Hermione whispered a spell and waved her wand toward the building.

"I thought you didn't approve of using this spell!" Harry sighed.

"The situation has changed." Hermione said. "Now show us the light extinguisher."

Ron obediently followed suit.

Raise the light extinguisher in front of him and tap it lightly, and the only light in the house will be extinguished immediately.

"The key is," Hermione whispered in the dark, "We can achieve the same effect with Peru's permanent dark powder." There was another soft sound, and the lights flew back to the roof, illuminating them again.

"It's really cool." Ron said carefully. It is said that Dumbledore invented it himself! "

"I know, but he mentioned you separately in his will certainly not to help us light the lamp!" Fanlin said, "However, Dumbledore is a friend of Nicholas Lemay, who has accomplished something in alchemy. It won’t make me feel weird either."

"Do you think he knew the Ministry would confiscate the will and search everything he left us?" Harry asked.

"For sure!" said Hermione. "He can't tell us why he left those things to us in his will, but the will can't explain..."

"...Why didn't he give us a hint while he was alive?" Ron asked.

"Then, to be more precise," said Hermione, she was tapping on the "Tale of Bieber the Troubadour".

"If these things are so important that they must be passed under the nose of the Ministry of Magic, then you think he has told us why...unless he thinks it is obvious that we can see it?"

"Then his plan fell through, didn't it?" Ron said, "I always say that he has a brain problem. He is outstanding, a character, but his brain is broken. Leave Harry a golden snitch...what the **** What do you mean?"

"I don't have a clue at all," Hermione said. "When Scrimgeour gives it to you, Harry, something will happen to me!"

"Yeah, then," Harry said, his pulse quickened as he pinched the Golden Snitch with his fingers. "I didn't work hard to open it in front of Scrimgeour, did I?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

"The golden snitch I caught in my first Quidditch match," Harry said. "Don't you remember?"

Hermione just looked confused.

"This snitch, it should be the one you almost swallowed!" Fanlin said, "Moreover, all the snitches have memories. Perhaps Dumbledore will set this method as the open method."

"That's it!" Harp nodded vigorously, and he pressed his lips to the golden snitch, his heart beating.

The ball did not open. The frustration and disappointment overwhelmed him, and he dropped the golden ball, but Hermione screamed.

"Wait a minute! There are words on it, look!"

Harry was surprised and delighted, and nearly dropped the Golden Snitch to the ground. Hermione is right. There were five thin raised italics on the smooth golden sphere where there was nothing just now, and Harry recognized it as Dumbledore's handwriting at a glance. I opened the last one... he hardly saw it, and the line disappeared.

"I opened the last... what does this mean?" Harry looked at Fanlin with some bewilderment.

And Fanlin is also a little confused at the moment, it should be a resurrection stone...

Fanlin was a little unsure. Dumbledore's state also needed a resurrection stone to stabilize. Now...

Hermione and Ron also shook their heads, confused.

"Open when it is closed...When it is closed...Open when it is closed..." But no matter how they repeatedly pronounce these words in various ways, they can't find any other meanings.

"And that sword," Ron said, and finally they gave up their efforts to decipher the words engraved on the Golden Snitch. "Why did he give Harry the sword?"

"Why didn't he tell me before?" Harry said calmly, "I'm there, and every time I talked to him last year, it hung on the wall of that office! If he wants to give me the sword, why Not at that time?"

He felt that he was taking an exam and the answer was right in front of him. He should know, but his brain was always slow and unable to react. Did he miss something when talking to Dumbledore last year? Should he understand Dumbledore's intentions? Does Dumbledore expect him to understand?

"I can tell you clearly about this sword, Harry!" Fanlin said, "You used this sword to kill the basilisk, and the Gryffindor sword will absorb the substances that make it powerful. Think about it, what will happen to this?"

"Substance...Substance..."

"The Gryffindor sword can destroy the Horcrux!" Hermione almost exclaimed, "but this sword does not have the Ministry of Magic..."

"Remember that sentence, every outstanding Gryffindor can pull out this sword when needed. It is an ancient magic that even a **** cannot crack."

"If this is the case, maybe we don't have to worry about how to destroy it..."

"It's better to think about it. After all, ancient magic is in effect, and it will inevitably fail." Fanlin said.

"Yes, but let's not talk about it yet. Now... there is this book," Hermione said. "The Story of Bieber the Troubadour...I never heard of this book..."

"Have you never heard of "The Story of Bieber the Troubadour"?" Ron said puzzledly.

"Actually, I don't know. Where's Harry?"

"same!"

"Are you three joking?" Ron said in surprise.

"No, I'm not kidding." Hermione said in surprise. "Do you know that?"

"Yes, of course I know!"

Harry started to get excited. He hadn't expected that there would be a book Ron had read and neither Hermione nor Fanlin had read it.

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"Oh, come on! Aren't all those ancient nursery rhymes written by Bieber? "Good Luck Fountain"... "The Wizard and the Jumping Pot"... "The Stingy Rabbit and Her Rotten Stump"..."

"Sorry, I didn't catch it," Hermione asked with a smile. "What's the last one?"

"Stop teasing!" Ron looked at Harry, Fanlin, and Hermione in disbelief. "You must have heard of the petty rabbit..."

"Ron, you should be well aware that I, Fanlin and Harry, both grew up in a Muggle family!" said Hermione. "We never heard that kind of story when we were young. What we heard was'Snow White and Seven The story of a dwarf and Cinderella..."

"What's that? Is it a disease?" Ron asked.

No one paid any attention to Ron. In fact, Fanlin really hadn't read this fairy tale book. Who would be okay to hold on to a fairy tale? Moreover, the Deathly Hallows...

"Then what is written in this book are all fairy tales?" Hermione immersed herself in the ancient words again.

"Yes," Ron said uncertainly. "I mean, all the old stories are written by Bieber. I don't know what the original version was like."

"But I don't understand why Dumbledore wants me to read this book?"

There was a cracking sound from downstairs.

"It's probably Charlie. Mom fell asleep, so he sneaked out and changed his hair back." Ron said nervously.

"We should go to bed too." Hermione said softly, "I can't oversleep tomorrow."

"Isn't it," Ron agreed. "The groom's mother killed four lives in a rage, but it's a great spice for the wedding! I'll get the lamp."

When Hermione and Fanlin left the room, he pressed the light out again. The chapter content is being restored, please visit again later.