HP Magic Biography

Don't do it! Do you want to give him an excuse to arrest us? Harry was the first to react.

Finally remember that this is not a school? Scrimgeour's breath sprayed fiercely on Harry's face, Finally remember that I am not that arrogant and rude Dumbledore who always tolerates you? You can like Wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but that doesn't mean a seventeen-year-old can judge my work! You should learn to respect!

You deserve it! said Harry.

I deserve it!

You'd better calm down, otherwise, you might stay here, I promise, if you die, no one from the Ministry of Magic will even avenge you. Fan Lin put a hand on Scrimgeour's .

And, you have to know, without Voldemort, you are nothing, and Voldemort is back, you stand up, this is not likely to solve the problem, you are destined to be just a poor...

Poor thing, I'm the Minister of Magic!

Maybe it won't be tomorrow. Haven't you noticed? Any information about Harry can be leaked. Such a Ministry of Magic is still in your hands? Without the slightest bit of self-knowledge, the people of the Ministry of Magic are a bunch of idiots. !

Besides, here, even if I kill you, the Ministry of Magic won't respond and want me? The Ministry of Magic can't even protect itself!

Are you threatening me?

I'm talking about a fact! Fan Lin said, pushing Scrimgeour back, Where were you when we were being hunted down by dozens of Death Eaters? Designing the Protection House ? Insufficient manpower? Even the news leaked from the Ministry of Magic!

You are playing with fire... Scrimgeour pointed his wand at Fan Lin, but before he could stretch out his wand, Fan Lin's wand was the first to hit Scrimgeour's forehead.

Let's make a bet, Fan Lin smiled, Just bet, will you be able to use a spell before I kill you!

Pure blue, Fan Lin stared coldly at Scrimgeour's eyes, wantonly aggressing like a dagger.

Originally, Fan Lin still had some sympathies with Scrimgeour, but Scrimgeour's attitude was really too bad.

Now, it's not that they are begging the Ministry of Magic, a Minister of Magic who has been completely emptied?

Ridiculous position, there are no rules now, isn't it!

Fan Lin... Harry felt a little panicked, Fan Lin was a bit strong...

There was a tremor on the floor, there was a sound of running footsteps, and then the drawing room door slammed open, and Mr and Mrs Weasley ran in. We...we thought we heard... Mr. Weasley spoke first, and when he saw Fan Lin pressing his wand against Scrimgeour's forehead, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, especially Fan Lin People in the Order of the Phoenix are all too familiar with that cold look in their eyes. Fan Lin is already ready to fight...

...uh... loud... sound. Mrs. Weasley panted, her Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

Very good, it seems that you can... get out of here alive! Fan Lin smiled, but still didn't intend to put away his wand, Dumbledore, is there anything else to explain? It looks like it's all here!

Scrimgeour took two steps back slightly, the coldness coming from between his brows constantly stimulated the nerves in his brain.

Fan Lin could really kill him...

No...it's nothing wrong. He looked at Fan Lin and Harry with resentment and said, I... am very disappointed in the attitude of the two of you. He forcibly turned his face away, not letting himself face Looking at Fan Lin, he once again looked directly at Harry. Looks like you feel the Ministry doesn't value what you... and Dumbledore... value. We should work together.

I don't like your theory, Minister, said Harry. Remember? Again, he held up his right hand to show Scrimgeour the row of whitish scars on the back of his hand. I shouldn't have lied. .

The expression on Scrimgeour's face froze. he turned

Without saying a word, he limped out of the room.

Mrs. Weasley hurried out after him, and Harry heard her stop at the back door. After a moment she cried out, He's gone!

What does he want to do? Mr. Weasley asked, scanning the several people present, Why would you, Fan Lin...

Mrs. Weasley hurried back into the house.

Give us what Dumbledore left us. Fan Lin said, The content of his will has just been announced.

In the garden outside, the three things Scrimgeour brought were being passed on the table among the people. Everyone was lamenting Deluminator and Tale of the Bard Bieber and lamenting Scrimgeour's refusal to hand over the sword, but no one could tell why Dumbledore would leave Harry an old Snitch.

As for why... probably Mr. Minister is not willing! Fan Lin said, and the crowd stopped talking.

It's a good thing Sirius wasn't there, sighed Mr. Weasley. Didn't he give you something?

Fox! Fan Lin said.

Oh, yes, I've seen it... Hagrid was a little envious, this kind of divine bird from the east was more compatible with Fan Lin.

When Mr. Weasley was working on the Deluminator for the third or fourth time, Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, Harry, dear, we are all starving to death, we don't want to wait for you to eat... now we can eat. Yet?

Everyone ate in a hurry, then sang a raw song hastily, swallowed a few mouthfuls of cakes, and the raw banquet was over. Hagrid had been invited to the wedding the next day, but he was too big to sleep in the already overcrowded Burrow, so he left and pitched his own tent next door.

Let's see you upstairs. Harry said in Fan Lin's ear, helping Mrs. Weasley tidy up and restore the garden to its original appearance. After everyone is up.

In the attic room, Ron was working on his Deluminator, and Harry was stuffing the donkey skin sack Hagrid had given him. Instead of gold, he stuffed what he thought was most valuable, although looking It looks worthless, including the marauder's map, da's contact gold coins, and some simple things.

He pulled the string taut around his neck, and sat holding the old Snitch, watching its wings flap feebly.

Finally, Fan Lin and Hermione knocked lightly on the door outside, then tiptoed in.

Close your ears and listen! Hermione chanted the spell in a low voice, and waved her wand towards the building.

I thought you disapproved of the spell! Harry sighed.

Things have changed, said Hermione. Now show us the Deluminator.

Ron obediently complied immediately.

Hold the extinguisher in front of you, tap lightly, and the only light in the room will be extinguished immediately.

The thing is, whispered Hermione in the dark, we can do the same thing with the Everlasting Darkness Powder from Peru. There was another soft bang, and the light flew back up 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 definitely didn't mention you in the will to help us light the lamp! Fan Lin said, However, Dumbledore is a friend of Nicolas May, who has made some achievements in alchemy. It doesn't surprise me either.

Do you think he knew that the Ministry of Magic would confiscate the will and search everything he'd left us? Harry asked.

Sure! said Hermione. He can't tell us why he left us those things in the will, but the will can't explain either...

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

Well, more precisely, said Hermione, tapping away at The Bard Bieber's Tale.

If these things are so important that they have to pass under the nose of the Ministry of Magic and into our hands, do you think he's told us why...unless it's obvious to him that we can see?

Then his plan fell through, didn't he? said Ron. I always say he's out of his mind. He's brilliant, he's a character, but he's out of his mind. Leave Harry with a Snitch . . . what the hell? What do you mean?

I have no clue, said Hermione. When Scrimgeour gives it to you, Harry, I'm sure something will happen!

Yeah, then, Harry said, his pulse quickening as he pinched the Snitch between his fingers. I didn't try too hard to open it in front of Scrimgeour, did I?

What do you mean? Hermione asked.

The Snitch I caught in my first Quidditch match, said Harry, don't you remember?

Hermione just looked confused.

This snitch should be the one you almost swallowed! Fan Lin said, Besides, all snitches have memories, maybe Dumbledore will set this method as the opening method.

That's the one! Harry nodded vigorously, his heart pounding as he pressed his lips to the Snitch.

The ball did not open. Frustration and disappointment overwhelmed him, and he put down the golden ball, but Hermione cried out.

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

Harry was so surprised and delighted that he nearly dropped the Snitch on the ground. Hermione was right. Five thin, raised italics appeared on the smooth golden sphere where there had been nothing before, and Harry recognized it as Dumbledore's handwriting at a glance. I opened the last... He barely read it, and the line disappeared.

I opened the last one... what does this mean? Harry looked at Fan Lin in a state of bewilderment.

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

Fan Lin is a little uncertain, Dumbledore's state also needs the resurrection stone to stabilize, now...

Hermione and Ron also shook their heads, confused.

Closed to open... closed... closed to open... But no matter how many times they repeated and tried to pronounce these words in various ways, they couldn't find any other meaning.

And the sword, said Ron, finally giving up trying to decipher the inscription on the Snitch. Why did he give Harry the sword?

Why didn't he tell me before? Harry said quietly, I'm right there, every time I talked to him last year, it was hanging on the wall in that office! If he wants to give me the sword, why? Don't give it then?

He felt that he was taking an exam, the answer was right in front of him, and he should know it, but his brain was still slow and unable to react. Had he missed something in his conversation with Dumbledore last year? Should he understand Dumbledore's intentions? Did Dumbledore expect him to understand?

I can tell you clearly about this sword, Harry! Fan Lin said, You once used this sword to kill a basilisk, and the sword of Gryffindor will absorb the substance that makes it stronger, Come to think of it, what's going to happen here?

Matter...matter...

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

Remember that sentence, every outstanding Gryffindor can draw this sword when needed. It is an ancient magic that even gods cannot break.

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, the ancient magic has become invalid. Fan Lin said.

Yeah, but let's not talk about that, now... there's this book, said Hermione, The Tale of the Bard Bieber... I've never heard of this book...

Haven't you heard of The Tale of Bieber the Bard? Ron said puzzled.

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

Same!

Are you three joking? Ron said in surprise.

No, I'm not kidding. Hermione said in surprise, Don't you know?

Yes, of course I know!

Harry started to get excited. He didn't expect that there would be a book that Ron had read, but neither Hermione nor Van Lin had read it.

But Ron looked a little confused by their surprise.

Oh come on! Didn't Bieber write all those old nursery rhymes? 'Fountain of Good Luck'...'Wizards and Hopping Kettles'...'Stingy Rabbit and Her Rotten Stump'...

Sorry, didn't catch that, Hermione asked with a smile, What's the last one?

Stop being funny! Ron looked at Harry, Fan Lin, and Hermione in disbelief, You must have heard of the Meany Rabbit...

Ron, you should be very clear that I, Valin, and Harry were brought up in Muggle families! said Hermione, We didn't hear that kind of story when we were young, we heard 'Snow White and Seven A Dwarf' and a 'Cinderella' story...

What's that? A disease? Ron asked.

No one paid attention to Ron. In fact, Fan Lin had never read this book of fairy tales. Who would hold on to a book of fairy tales for nothing? Moreover, the Deathly Hallows...

Then this book is full of fairy tales? Hermione buried herself in those ancient texts again.

Yeah, said Ron uncertainly, I mean, Bieber wrote all the old stories. I don't know what the original version was.

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

There was the sound of something breaking downstairs.

Probably Charlie. Mom fell asleep, so he sneaked out to change his hair back. Ron said nervously.

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

That's right, Ron agreed. The groom's mother killing four people in a fit of anger is a great way to spice up a wedding! I'll get the lamp.

When Hermione and Fan Lin left the room, he lightly pressed the extinguisher again. Chapter content is being restored, please visit again later.