HP Magic Biography

You're obviously surprised! Don't you know that Dumbledore has something for you?

Us? said Ron. How many of us?

Yes, the four of you...

But Harry cut him off. Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month, why did he take so long to give us his remains?

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

I have every right, said Scrimgeour, contemptuously, just as the Confiscation Act gives the Ministry the right to confiscate everything in the will...

But the problem is, that law was enacted to prevent the passing of dark magic items between wizards, Hermione said bluntly, and the Ministry of Magic should have enough evidence to prove that the relics of the dead are illegal , and then it can be confiscated! You mean, you think what Dumbledore wants to leave us is a cursed thing?

Do you intend to develop in the legal field in the future, Miss Granger? Scrimgeour asked.

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

The legal profession?

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

Fan Lin looked at Scrimgeour sadly, which successfully caught Scrimgeour's attention.

Do you have anything to say, Mr. Al?

I think we don't need to fight meaninglessly here.

Yes. Scrimgeour looked at Fan Lin calmly.

I'm very surprised... Mr. Minister, Dumbledore has someone more suitable than you to dispose of these relics. Of course, it cannot be denied that you are a leader...

What do you want to say?

Before Fan Lin could speak, Harry couldn't wait to speak.

Then why did you decide to return our things? Could it be that you can't think of any excuse to detain them?

No, that's because thirty-one days have passed. Hermione said immediately, Unless you can prove that those things are dangerous, you can't continue to seize them. Right?

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

Is Dumbledore close to you, Ronald?

Me? No - not too close...It seems like Harry and Fanlin are... Ron looked at Harry, Fanlin and Hermione, and Hermione kept giving him shut up eyes, but Too late, Scrimgeour seemed to have the answer he wanted.

He pursued Ron like a vicious bird pouncing on his prey.

Since your relationship with him is not so close, why did you mention you in the will? He left very little personal estate, most of his property...his private library, magic items and other personal property... Leave it to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were chosen?

I...don't know, said Ron, I...I said not that intimate...I mean, I think he likes me...

You're always so humble, Ron, said Hermione. Dumbledore likes you very much.

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

However, Scrimgeour didn't seem to be listening. Reaching inside his cloak, he pulled out a donkey-skin pouch much larger than the one Hagrid had given Harry, took out a roll of parchment, unfolded it and read aloud Albus Percival Woolfrey Bryan Dumbledore's last wish...ah, here it is...to leave my Deluminator to Ronald Billy Sweasley, and hope he'll think of me whenever he needs it.

Scrimgeour took from his bag something Harry had seen before. It looked a bit like a silver lighter, but Harry knew that it had the power to suck all the light out of a place, and it only needed a tap. It can be recovered again.

Scrimgeour leaned forward and handed the Deluminator to Ron, who looked at it over and over in his hand in confusion.

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

Ron shook his head in bewilderment.

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

To light a fire, if I had to guess, Ron muttered, otherwise what else would I do with it?

Apparently Scrimgeour had no clue either. He squinted at Ron for a moment, then turned his gaze back to Dumbledore's will.

Leave the book My Troubadour Bieber's Tale to Miss Hermione Jean Granger, and hope she can get fun and knowledge from it. Scrimgeour pulled out a small book from his bag, The book looked very old, as old as the Top Secret of the Dark Arts upstairs, the binding was dirty and torn in many places.

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 an ancient script, which he had never learned and could not read. He saw a tear fall on the raised ornament.

Why do you think Dumbledore left you the book, Miss Granger? Scrimgeour asked.

He... he knows I like to read. Hermione said in a nasal voice, wiping her tears with her sleeve. But why did you have to keep this book?

I don't know. He must think I'd like it.

Have you discussed with Dumbledore the use of ciphers or other means of conveying secret messages?

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

If the Ministry of Magic hasn't found any hidden codes from this book after thirty-one days, I'm afraid I can't do it either. Fan Lin refused to answer for Hermione, and the girl burst into tears.

Hermione tried to suppress her sobs, but when she thought of Dumbledore, the feeling of sadness was uncontrollable.

Fan Lin stretched out his hand to hold Hermione in his arms, I think you can continue.

Scrimgeour nodded. To Harry James Potter, he read, with a sudden surge of excitement in Harry, the golden gold he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts. The Snitch is left to him, and hopefully he will remember it as a reward for his skill and will.

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

Why did Dumbledore leave you the Snitch? Scrimgeour asked.

I don't know, said Harry. In the sense of what you've just read, I think it might be... telling me I can get... anything if I keep at it.

So you think it's purely a token souvenir?

I suppose so, said Harry, what else could it mean?

I'm the one asking the question now, said Scrimgeour, moving his chair closer to the sofa. At this time, the outside was already shrouded in twilight, and the big pale tent outside the window towered over the fence.

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

The intention is obvious, isn't it, Harry is an excellent Seeker, or, do you think Dumbledore will leave some secret message in the sugar coating?

I don't think there's anything hidden in the icing, said Scrimgeour, but the Snitch is an excellent place to hide small things. I'm sure you know why?

Harry shrugged, but Hermione answered the question. Answering questions seemed to Harry an irrepressible obsession rooted deep in her soul.

Because the Snitch has a memory, she said.

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

Correct, said Scrimgeour, the Snitch was never touched by bare skin before it was released, and the maker wore gloves, so it wasn't touched. It was bewitched, and when the contest arose , it can recognize the first person who touches it with his hand. This golden snitch... He picked up the golden ball...

Will remember your contact, Potter. I think Dumbledore has enormous magical powers, no matter how many times he has made mistakes, he must have enchanted this golden snitch so that it can only be opened by you .”

Harry's heart beat faster. He knew Scrimgeour was right. How was he going to take the Snitch in the hands of the Minister for Magic?

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

No, said Harry, still trying to figure out how to pretend he'd touched the Snitch. If he could Legilimency, if he could, he would be able to detect Hermione's thoughts, he could almost hear the sound of her mind whirling beside him.

Take it. Scrimgeour said calmly. Harry's gaze met the yellow eyes of the Minister for Magic, and he knew he had no choice but to obey. He held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned out again, slowly and deliberately stuffing the Snitch into Harry's palm.

Nothing happened.

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

I think, Mr. Minister, if Dumbledore really left Harry with something, then 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 staunch advocate of the war, and we can even seek some cooperation, but the problem is... Fan Lin paused, Your position may appear some problems.

Some questions? Scrimgeour suddenly raised his voice, his patience with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix made him a little uncontrollable...

I think, maybe you guys are out...

It cannot be denied, Mr. Scrimgeour, that you now look like a distraught drunk, and, far from accepting reality... the previous Minister Fudge has set a perfect example...

One, I didn't have a correct understanding of how to change myself, and then completely blocked the way forward...

You mean, my fault?

No, we just have differences of ideas, Mr. Minister! Fan Lin said calmly, I think, you should, but you can't control everything anymore, right? It's been like this from the beginning. I have to admit that you made a the wrong decision making.

Obey Dumbledore? Like Fudge? Scrimgeour was like an angry old lion.

Then I'm sorry, you can't get anything from us. Fan Lin said.

It's a bit dramatic, said Harry calmly.

Ron and Hermione both laughed.

That's all, then, right? Hermione said, getting up from the couch.

It's not over yet, said Scrimgeour, taking two deep breaths.

Dumbledore left something for you, Potter

What is it? Harry asked, and everyone listened intently.

Scrimgeour didn't bother to read the will this time.

Sword of Gryffindor, said Scrimgeour.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Harry's eyes searched for traces of the ruby-encrusted hilt, but Scrimgeour did not remove the sword from the leather pouch, which seemed too small for a sword.

Where's the sword? Harry asked suspiciously.

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

He belongs to every student in Gryffindor! Fan Lin said.

According to reliable historical records, this sword will automatically appear whenever it meets an outstanding student of Gryffindor, Scrimgeour said, nodding, so, that does not make it Mr. Potter's only one. There is property, no matter how Dumbledore decides.

Scrimgeour scratched his badly shaven face, observing the words and expressions on Fan Lin's face. Why do you think...?

Dumbledore is going to give me the sword, right? Harry suppressed his excitement and said as calmly as possible, Maybe he thinks the sword is more suitable to hang on the wall of my house.

This is no joke, Potter! Scrimgeour roared. Is it because Dumbledore believed that only Godric Gryffindor's sword could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did he give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as many people do, that Are you the one who can destroy The Man Who Can't Be Named?

Interesting theory, said Harry. Has anyone ever tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Perhaps the Ministry of Magic should get someone to try that instead of wasting time dismantling Deluminators or covering up Azka. Ben's escape. So that's what you've been doing, Minister? Locking yourself in an office, trying desperately to open a Snitch? People get killed all the time... I almost became one of them too... Voldemort chased me across three countries, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but the Ministry never said a word about it, did it? And you expect us to cooperate with you!

You're going too far! cried Scrimgeour, rising to his feet. Harry jumped up too. Scrimgeour limped up to Harry and pressed the tip of his wand against Harry's chest so hard that a small hole that looked like a cigarette burn burned through Harry's T-shirt.

Hey! Ron jumped up and raised his wand.

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