Chapter 516

"Albus Percival woolfrick Brian Dumbledore's will - I leave the golden Griffin from the wilderness to Mr. Harry James Potter, hoping that he can find firmness and calm in the story..."

Scrimgeor read here on a piece of parchment, put his hand into the bag containing the will and took out a book.

This dark brown leather cover book doesn't look impressive. It looks more like a personal notebook than those beautifully bound magic books. Just on the cover of the book, there is a badge of Gryffindor college.

Harry subconsciously took it into his hand, then looked carefully and found nothing strange. This is a story book, in which there are only large paragraphs of text and pictures, without any magic he imagined.

"This book records some of Godric Gryffindor's adventures," Scrimgeour said casually.

Obviously, he must have checked it dozens of times.

"Why did the professor give me a book?" Harry wondered. "I think it's better to give it to Hermione or Marca than to me... You all like reading, don't you?"

Seeing him looking at himself, Maka shrugged at him.

"There's no harm in reading more books," Marca reminded casually. "Maybe Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something from those stories. Didn't the professor's will say, 'firm courage'

"Er..." Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour obviously lost interest in the book. After Maka talked to them for a few words, he turned his eyes back to the parchment with a will.

"... I left a piece of dung stone to miss Hermione Jane Granger in the hope that it would help her remember her old calm and courage."

With that, slinger put his hand into the bag again, and then really took out a small black and yellow ugly lump. But this thing is also equipped with a thin silver necklace. It's really out of harmony!

"It's really a small piece of cow dung stone." even the expressionless scrimger couldn't help pumping his mouth at the moment, "the magic pharmacist in the Department is very sure about it."

Hermione's hand shrank, but she finally took it.

In fact, originally because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, now I heard that the professor left something for himself. This made her nose sour and her eyes red.

But when she knew that Dumbledore had left her a dung stone, she was so surprised that she forgot to shed tears.

"Why is it a dung stone?" Ron looked at the black little thing in Hermione's hand and said with straight eyes. "How do I feel that I don't expect to receive anything?"

"Don't say that..." Hermione carefully held the dung stone with a strange face. "No matter what you receive, these are the things Professor Dumbledore gave us... They have real commemorative value."

Speaking of this, she hesitated to look at Maka and raised the dung stone held in her hand.

"What do you think Professor... Means?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Dung stone can be used for emergency detoxification and has a good relieving effect on many kinds of toxins..." Maka spread her hands. "However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you'd better think about what the professor left you in his will."

"What's left for me?" Hermione thought for a moment and hesitated. "What's the relationship between 'old calmness and courage'... And dung stone? I don't know... Ah!"

"What do you think?" Harry said curiously.

Hearing this, Scrimgeour also focused on Hermione, as if to see what secrets Dumbledore had hidden in his will.

"No, actually, I'm not sure whether it is..." Hermione said, looking around at the dung stone in her hand. "Do you remember when we stopped the suspect who stole the magic stone in the first year of school? In the last room, I knocked down a fake magic stone from Chilo's hand, and it fell to the ground and was broken..."

She looked at the dung stone and couldn't help guessing, "you said, could that stone be made of this dung stone?"

"If that's the case, it's really worth remembering." Ron said suddenly.

"The professor must want me to remember that failure..." Hermione said angrily. "I almost screwed up that time! If I hadn't done this, Voldemort wouldn't have thought he was taking a fake magic stone!"

"In my opinion, it's not like that," Marca said with a smile. "The professor has always been very intelligent. That time, he considered a lot of things, but your courage in danger made the professor miscalculate. He left this to you. He must want to tell you that your courage was beyond his expectation!"

"Really? But what's the use of that..." Hermione said slightly, "it's not bad."

"There is no plan without a plan, even Professor Dumbledore's plan." Marca explained, "but courage may help you at a critical moment, no exception at any time. If I tell you now that the piece you knocked down from Chilo was actually a real magic stone, would you still think so?"

"That's the real piece?" Hermione said in surprise. "Does it look like it's broken, but it's actually a spell added by the professor?"

"No, I'm just giving an example," Marca said, but her expression was a little ambiguous. "But who knows what the truth is?"

"Cough..." schlinger coughed and interrupted their endless conversation, "and the last item --"

"Oh, sorry to keep you waiting..." Maka nodded and said, "please continue!"

Slinger nodded dryly, then bowed his head, and then read the passage he had read in his will.

"I leave a handful of ashes to Mr. Ronald billiles Weasley, hoping that he can get his confidence and happiness, and occasionally think of me."

Ron took a small bottle from slinger, about the size of a thumb. The bottle is transparent. You can directly see that there are some exquisite gray dust in it. Like Hermione's dung stone, the little bottle was wearing a silver chain, obviously so that he could hang it around his neck.

"HMM... what?" Ron shook the vial, and the ashes tilted a little, but showed no reaction.

"Maka?" he also cast an inquiring look at Maka.

"Don't look at me, I can't guess everything," said Marca, looking at the small bottle and shaking her head. "In short, put it away first. I don't think the professor will send anything useless."

"... all right!" Ron nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, schlinger found that he didn't seem to get any clues, so he raised the parchment in his hand and gently shook it so that he could read the last paragraph.

"I will..." as soon as he spoke, he subconsciously paused, and an inexplicable strangeness appeared on his face, "Well... I'll give a box of beehive beans to Mr. Marca McLean to share. I may taste one before I hand it over to the Ministry of magic. I really hope I can eat a delicious beehive bean before I leave the world."

After that, Scrimgeour took out a candy box and put it directly into Marca's hand. This inexplicable will attracted a lot of eyes from Hermione and others.

"Beedo flavor beans?"

Marca took a look in her hand, but found that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one before handing it in, which is worthy of the name of "sharing".

"What the professor left us is more and more strange?" Ron blinked, hardly knowing what to say.

"Marca, the professor left it to you. Can you think of the reason?" scrimger asked very directly.

"Who knows?" Marca said noncommittally. "I think Professor Dumbledore suddenly wanted to eat the bean when he was writing this will? I remember the professor once mentioned that he had eaten the bean twice in his life, one with vomit and the other with earwax... I think you can understand his mood."

"Really..." Scrimgeour shook his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched again. "Well... Since that's the case... I mean, the announcement of the will is over. About the specific situation of yesterday, the Ministry will send someone to ask you later and record it... I have other work, so excuse me first!"

"Mr. slinger, please take your time." Marka nodded to him and signaled that she knew.

When slinger got up and walked to the door, he paused again on the way, and then turned back again.

"Oh, by the way... Mr. McLean, I hope you will recover soon." after leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and left with great strides under the eyes of everyone outside the door.

"Maka, this Beedo flavor bean... Is that what you said?" Hermione seemed a little unconvinced. She thought it was Maka's excuse to perfunctory the new minister of magic just now.

"No, I really don't have a clue about this box of flavored beans." Marca shook her head and then pointed to the small bottle in Ron's hand. "But I have some guesses about the bottle of ashes... Ron, don't you mind showing me?"

As she spoke, Maka poured out a multi flavor bean and threw it into her mouth.

"... what's the strange smell?" he frowned. "Speaking of it, I'm really curious how the professor knew that he ate earwax?"