war and peace

Just when the three of them were at a loss, the door of Ron's room was suddenly pushed open.It was Mrs. Weasley who came, and when she saw the three of them staying inside, the expression on her face immediately changed from cloudy to cloudy. "It's good that you three are here," she said firmly. "The Minister is looking for you."

"Us?" Ron was obviously very surprised, "Three people?"

"Yes." Mrs. Weasley was obviously very upset. "He has arrived and said that he has something for you three. The living room downstairs has been vacated for you."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other.Scrimgeour took over as Minister for Magic after the Battle of the Department of Mysteries.He was born in the Auror office, with a tough style and vigorous action, completely different from the meek Fudge before.But what did he ask them for?

The three of them went downstairs.Mrs. Weasley was right, there was only one person in the whole living room.His back was turned to them, his tawny hair was flecked with gray.He was sitting casually, with a small package on the table in front of him.The three exchanged glances, and then sat down on the sofa opposite him one by one.

"Oh, you are here." Scrimgeour said with a smile, "Dumbledore left some things for you. I came today to give them to you." He reached out and untied the small burden.

"Wait a minute," Harry asked sensitively, "is it Dumbledore's will?"

"Yes." Scrimgeour stopped the movement of his hands and looked at Harry.His face has always been too severe, and his sharp eyes even with gold-rimmed glasses have a cold texture.So Harry thought he looked very weird when he smiled, a little different from the way he looked in the Daily Prophet.

"Why didn't you give it to us until now?" Harry's tone was almost questioning.

Before Scrimgeour could answer, Hermione jumped ahead of him and said, "Because the things were seized by them, and now the stipulated one-month time has come, which means they didn't find anything useful inside."

Neither of them spoke very well, and Ron smuggled at the hem of their shirts underneath, but Scrimgeour didn't seem to mind at all.He didn't answer Hermione's words, but took a letter and a few things out of the package on his own. "I won't read the will, you can see for yourself."

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at each other, then put their heads together to look at the paper.Dumbledore simply wrote a few words on it, to the effect that he left his silver lighter to Ron, a book of runes and fairy tales to Hermione, and a golden snitch to Harry, and then nothing happened. up.

Will leaving these inexplicable gadgets help in the search for Horcruxes?The three of them had the same suspicion in an instant.

"It seems that you are not very satisfied with this will," Scrimgeour looked at the three of them one by one, his eyes seemed to be casual, but in fact they were sharp. "Need a little help? Maybe I know."

Hermione gave him a suspicious look.This Minister of Magic seems to be quite different from the rumors...

"What?" Harry asked in his own tone.To be honest, he has no clue now.Although he had always disliked the Ministry of Magic, this Minister suddenly gave him a sense of trust inexplicably, as if what he said was true-but this person looked different from before from top to bottom!Harry comforted himself by saying that even if the direction Scrimgeour gave was wrong, it was still a direction, much better than his current headless state.

"Lighter, follow the sound; Snitch, physical memory; fairy tale book," Scrimgeour pointed to a small triangular mark at the corner of the cover, and his tone was imperceptibly low: "Deathly Hallows."

"Deathly Hallows?" Harry grasped the unfamiliar term immediately. "What it is?"

Ron opened his mouth to one side. "I know this, but isn't that just a legend?" He said inexplicably.

Harry and Hermione turned to look at him in unison.Both of them grew up in the Muggle world. When they were young, they never read the fairy tale "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", which is widely circulated in the wizarding world.

"It's good to know, but they..." Scrimgeour shook his head, then stood up, his eyes fell on Harry in the middle. "Would you like to come out with me? Just walk outside. I have something to say to you alone, Harry."

Harry thought about it, there was the protective shield of the Order outside, and many other members of the Order, so he nodded.

Ron stared at his limp but still striding back, Harry following him.It wasn't until the figures of the two disappeared behind the door panel that he turned around and asked Hermione, even more puzzled: "Scremgeour seems to know everything? Then what the hell is he doing with Dumbledore's belongings for a month?"

Outside, on the grounds, the other Weasley sons were setting up their tent for the wedding.Harry followed Scrimgeour around the vegetable patch, keeping the maximum distance from the crowd. "It's far enough, Minister?" he couldn't help but ask.Harry made up his mind that if Scrimgeour still wanted him to speak positively for the Ministry, he would show him the scars on the back of his hand: I must not lie.

Scrimgeour stopped.He didn't look at Harry, but at a swamp covered with reeds in the distance. "If there were a wand in the world that could beat all other wands, would you want it?"

"No one can beat it?" Harry shook his head instinctively. "I don't believe it."

Scrimgeour didn't seem surprised at all, he immediately asked the second question: "Then you don't believe in eternal life?"

"I thought you were the Minister of Magic, not Voldemort." Harry continued shaking his head.He is very disgusted with the word immortality now, and mentioning it will make him think of Voldemort uncontrollably.

"That means," Scrimgeour withdrew his gaze from a distance, and stared at him intently: "You will definitely kill Voldemort, won't you?"

"Isn't that natural?" Harry grew impatient, and began to suspect that it was a wrong decision to come with Scrimgeour.

For a moment the expression on Scrimgeour's face was indescribable.It seemed to be angry, and it seemed to be laughing. "Very well," he said at last, as if those changes in expression had been Harry's own. "I'll help you out."

"Thank you, Minister." Harry responded politely.He didn't delve into why Scrimgeour used the word "I", but he was thinking that Scrimgeour was still worried about him, and wanted to watch him act. "Aren't you going to reveal a little more about the Deathly Hallows, Minister?" He decided to ask himself, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

"You have denied the existence of one of them just now." Scrimgeour looked at him from under the gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes were steady and sharp.

Harry was taken aback. "You mean it? A weapon that beats all other wands?"

"There is also an invisibility cloak that is light and indestructible, and whose invisibility effect never fades. A ring that is said to bring the dead back to life." Scrimgeour still looked at him, and added the other two. "Of course, the dead can't really come back to life, you can only see the phantom of the dead."

He really has such an invisibility cloak!Harry was tongue-tied, no longer sure that they didn't exist anymore.About the wand, you can probably go back and ask Hermione; about the ring... Harry suddenly remembered the black gemstone ring he saw in the Pensieve.As Marvolo Gaunt held out the ring face towards Bob Ogden, Harry saw strange patterns in the stone. "Wait... isn't that the one?" he murmured.

"What did you think of?" Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows.

"No, nothing." Harry quickly denied.But he had already decided in his heart to discuss this issue with Ron Hermione as soon as he returned.Deathly Hallows?What does Dumbledore want to do?Or, what did he want them to do through this?

"That's all for today, then." Scrimgeour started leading Harry back, and they could already see the tent outside the Burrow taking shape. "I go first."

Harry stood where he was, watching Scrimgeour disappear through the protective shield outside the Burrow.The Minister was really a little weird today, he didn't mention anything about the Ministry of Magic from beginning to end, Harry thought.Then he thought about the invisibility cloak and the ring, and rushed into the house in three quick steps.

Ron had just finished telling Hermione the story of the three Perevere brothers.Harry had just heard an ending and hastily asked him to repeat it.After listening, he told his two companions all the news he had just heard.

"Is the Ring of the Resurrection Stone passed down from the mysterious person?" Ron was quite surprised. "Your Invisibility Cloak is also passed down from the family... So, you and the mysterious person's ancestors are brothers, Harry!"

Hermione frowned at Ron's statement, but didn't refute it because it was the truth. "Then I understand," she said, pointing at the little triangular symbol. "The triangle is the cloak, the circle is the ring, and the vertical line in the middle is the wand. It's not an eye at all!" She lamented her earliest mistake. feel annoyed.

"Well, now we know about the Deathly Hallows, but what's the use of that?" Harry tried to analyze the ins and outs of the matter, "The ring was a Horcrux, but it was destroyed by Dumbledore; In my case, it can't be one of the Horcruxes; and the wand... sounds like something Voldemort would want. Lupine said, they can't find Ollivander, is it eaten to death Grabbing..." Harry stopped suddenly, because he realized that it was very possible.Hadn't Voldemort always found the connection between their wands in the way?

"I have something to say about that wand." Hermione bit her lower lip. "I've read it, in many books - if it's the same wand that wizards are fighting over, it's it."

Ron seemed to think that they had grasped some hint: "If Voldemort knew about the Deathly Hallows now, he would definitely go for it, wouldn't he? If the legend is indeed true..."

Before Harry and Hermione could comment on this conclusion, Mrs. Weasley came downstairs. "The minister is gone?" she asked.

The three of them shut up and nodded tactfully, each doing their own housework.

Bill and Fleur's wedding was just around the corner, and relatives and friends visited the Burrow one after another. Harry quickly forgot Scrimgeour's inexplicable questions.His comments on Dumbledore's Relic and the Deathly Hallows were useful in comparison.Although they still haven't figured out how to use the lighter other than collecting lights, Hermione has already started to look for everything about the Deathly Hallows in her pile of books.As for his golden snitch, it couldn't be opened no matter how much he fiddled with it, probably it has other opening conditions besides physical memory, such as when everything is over.

There were many people at the wedding.Harry saw Aunt Muriel, who had been known only by name, Dumbledore's old friend Ephias Dorge, and Viktor Craig whom he had met in the Triwizard Tournament. Loom, and Xenophilius Lovegood with that strange insignia.

Among them, Aunt Muriel and Dorje had two extremes in their evaluation of Dumbledore.And Dorje was completely unable to refute Aunt Muriel's evaluation of Dumbledore's family members and relationship, and Harry's doubts grew.As for Lovegood, Harry asked too, and he didn't know much more than Scrimgeour.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, and everyone is beaming, temporarily forgetting that they are still in the shadow of war.However, halfway through the wedding, it was interrupted by a silver lynx that broke in.It straightened its front body, and spoke in Kingsley Shacklebolt's thick voice: "The Ministry of Magic has been occupied by Death Eaters. It is said that Scrimgeour, who resigned, has actually been missing for three days, and Shinnix has replaced the Minister of Magic." They are already on their way, the Burrow is not safe, everyone get out!" He was obviously referring to the Death Eaters.

The scene was suddenly chaotic, and countless people apparated at the same time.

Harry was more surprised than they were.Scrimgeour disappeared for three days?He just met the Minister of Magic the day before yesterday?Ron and Hermione exchanged shocked glances.

"Then... who came in before?" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley obviously thought of this too, their faces turned pale immediately. "Quick, go, Harry!"