Chapter 1201

"You are obviously surprised! Don't you know Dumbledore has something for you? "

"We?" Ron said, "how many more of us?"

"Yes, the four of you..."

But Harry interrupted. "Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month. Why did he give us his relics so long?"

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

"I have every right," scranger said scornfully. "The proper confiscation Act gives the Ministry of magic the right to confiscate everything in a will..."

"But the problem is, that law was enacted to prevent the transmission of black magic items between witches," Hermione said rudely. "And the Ministry of magic should have enough evidence to prove that the remains of the dead are illegal before they can be confiscated! You mean, you think what Dumbledore wants to leave us is something cursed? "

"Do you intend to develop in the legal profession in the future, Miss Granger?" Scuranger asked.

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

The legal profession?

I'm afraid Hermione will take your seat in the future

Fanlin looked at scrimber sadly, which successfully attracted the attention of scrimber.

"Is there anything you want to say, Mr. al."

"I don't think it's necessary for us to engage in meaningless competition here."

"Yes." Slinger looks at Van Lin calmly.

"I'm surprised Mr. Minister, Dumbledore has a better candidate than you to dispose of these relics. Of course, it can not be denied that you are a leader... "

"What do you want to say?"

Harry couldn't wait for van Lin to speak.

"Then how did you decide to return our things? Can't you think of any excuse to make it? "

"No, that's because it's been thirty-one days." Hermione immediately said, "you can't keep holding until you can prove that it's dangerous. 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's like Harry and van Lin are... " Ron looks at Harry, van leen and Hermione, who keeps giving him the "shut up" look, but it's too late, and slinger seems to have the answer he wants.

He chased Ron like a predator.

"If you are not so close to him, why would you be mentioned in your will? His personal legacy is very small, most of his property His private library, magic items and other personal property It's all for Hogwarts. Why do you think you can be chosen? "

"I I don't know, "said Ron." I I said not so close I mean, I think he likes me... "

"You are always so modest, Ron," said Hermione. "Dumbledore likes you very much."

As Harry knows, Ron and Dumbledore have never been alone, and direct contact is negligible.

But slinger didn't seem to listen. He reached into his cloak, took out a donkey's skin bag much larger than Hagrid had given Harry, took out a roll of parchment, and read aloud, "albus Percival woolfrick Brian Dumbledore's last wish Ah, here I'll leave my dimmer to Ronald Billies Weasley, hoping he'll think of me whenever he uses it

Slinger 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 out all the light in a place and could be restored with a tap.

Spranger leaned forward and handed Ron the dimmer, which he held in his hand and looked over and over.

"It's a priceless thing." Scriinger looked at Ron and said, "and maybe there's only one in the world. It must have been designed by Dumbledore himself. Why did he leave you such a rare thing? "

Ron shook his head in bewilderment.

"Dumbledore has taught thousands of students," scrimger affirmed, "but in his will he only remembers the four of you. Why? What does he think you can do with the dimmer, Mr. Weasley? "

"If I want to guess," Ron muttered, "what else can I do with it?"

It's clear that slinger has no clue. He squinted at Ron for a moment, then looked back at Dumbledore's will.

"I leave my book, the story of the minstrel Bieber, to miss Hermione gene Granger, hoping that she will have fun and knowledge from it." Slinger pulled a little book out of his bag. It looked very old. It was as old as the secret of the top black magic upstairs. The binding was dirty and many places were broken.Hermione took the book from scriinger without saying a word. She put the book on her lap and watched.

Harry found that the title of the book was written in ancient Chinese. He had never learned it and couldn't understand it. He saw a tear fall on the protruding emblems.

"Why do you think Dumbledore left you this book, Miss Granger?" Scuranger asked.

"He He knows I love reading. " Hermione said with a heavy nasal voice as she wiped her tears with her sleeve. "But why do I have to leave you this book?"

"I don't know. He must think I'll like it. "

"Have you discussed with Dumbledore the use of passwords or other means to deliver secret messages?"

"No, I didn't Hermione is still wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

”If the Ministry of magic hasn't found any hidden codes in this book for 31 days, I'm afraid I can't do it either Versitty Hermione refused to answer, and the girl was weeping.

Hermione tried to suppress her sobs, but the thought of Dumbledore made her feel a little bit out of control.

Van Lin held out his hand and held Hermione in his arms. "I think you can continue."

Scrimber nodded. "Here's Harry James Potter," he said, as he read it. Harry felt a surge of excitement. "I'll leave him the snitch he caught in the first Quidditch game at Hogwarts, hoping he'll remember that it's a reward for his skill and determination."

When slinger took the golden ball the size of a walnut from his bag, his silver wings flapped powerlessly. Harry couldn't help feeling a deep sense of loss.

"Why did Dumbledore leave you the snitch?" Asked scriinger.

"I don't know." Harry said, "in terms of what you just said, I think it might be Tell me that as long as I persevere, I can get Anything. "

"So you think it's just a token souvenir?"

"I think so." Harry said, "what else can it mean?"

"Now I'm asking questions." Said scriinger, moving his chair closer to the sofa. At this time, the outside was already covered by the dusk, and the big white tent outside the window rose out of the fence.

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

"The intention is obvious, isn't it? Harry is a good seeker, or, what secret message do you think Dumbledore will leave in the icing?"

"I don't think there's anything in the icing." But snitch is a great place to hide small objects. I'm sure you know why? "

Harry shrugged, but Hermione answered the question. Harry felt that answering questions was an irresistible hobby rooted in her soul.

"Because snitch has someone's memory." She said.

"What?" Harry and Ron shared the same voice. They thought Hermione knew little about Quidditch.

"Right." "The snitch has never been touched by naked skin before it's released, and the maker is wearing gloves, and it's not even touched," scriinger said. It's enchanted and can identify the first person to touch it with his hand when the game is in dispute. This snitch... " He picked up the little golden ball

"Will remember your touch, Potter. I think Dumbledore has great magic power. No matter how many times he makes mistakes, he should have enchanted the snitch so that it can only be opened by you. "

Harry's heart beat faster. He knew that slinger was right. How could he take the snitch in front of the Minister of magic?

"You won't say anything," scriinger said. "Maybe you already know what's in the snitch."

"No," said Harry, still wondering how to pretend to have touched the snitch with his hand. If he could, if he could, detect Hermione's thoughts, and he could almost hear her brain whirling around him.

"Take it." Scriinger said calmly. Harry's eyes touched the minister's yellow eyes, and he knew he had no choice but to do it. He held out his hand, and scranger leaned out again, slowly and deliberately stuffed the snitch into Harry's palm.

Nothing happened.

Harry's tired wings fluttered a few times and then stopped as he clutched the snitch with his fingers together. Slinger, Ron and Hermione continue to focus on the partially obscured ball, as if hoping for some change.

"I think, Mr. Minister, if Dumbledore really left Harry something, he should have thought about it already, didn't he? Or, what would you like to see? "

"I..."

"Undeniably, Mr. scrimber, you are a staunch advocate of war. Even we can seek some cooperation, but the problem is that..." "There may be some problems with your placement.""Some questions?" Slinger suddenly raised the volume, and his patience with Dumbledore and the order of the Phoenix made him a little difficult to control

"I think, maybe you're out..."

"I can't deny, Mr. scrimber, you look like a drunk in a bad temper now, and you are far away from accepting the reality The last Minister of fudge has set a perfect example... "

"For one, if you don't have a correct understanding of what you're going to do, then you'll completely block the way ahead..."

"You mean, my fault?"

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

"Listen to Dumbledore? Like fudge? " Slinger is like an old lion with angry hair.

"I'm sorry, then, that you won't get anything from us." Said Fanlin.

"It's a little dramatic." Said Harry calmly.

Ron and Hermione both laughed.

"That's all, then, isn't it?" Hermione said as she stood up from the sofa.

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

”Dumbledore also left you something, Potter "

" what is it Harry asked, and everyone listened attentively.

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

"The sword of Gryffindor." Said scriinger.

For a moment, everyone froze.

Harry searched for traces of the ruby decorated hilt, but slinger did not take the sword out of the leather pocket, which looked too small to hold a sword.

"Where is the sword?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Unfortunately," said scrimger, "that sword is not something Dumbledore has the right to give. The sword of Gryffindor is a valuable cultural relic. Things like this belong to... "

"He belongs to every student in Gryffindor!" Said Fanlin.

"According to reliable historical records, the sword automatically appears whenever it meets an outstanding student of Gryffindor," scriinger nodded. "So that doesn't make it the sole property of Mr. Potter, no matter how Dumbledore decides."

Slinger scratched his shaved face and looked at the faces of van Lin. " Why do you think... "

"Dumbledore wants to give me his sword, doesn't he?" Harry tried to hold back the excitement and let himself be as calm as possible and said, "maybe he thinks that sword is more suitable for hanging on my wall."

"It's not a joke, Potter!" Roared scriinger Is it because Dumbledore believed that only Godric Gryffindor's sword could defeat Slytherin's heirs? Did he give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as many people believe, that you are the one who can destroy "the one who can't even name"

"Interesting theory." Harry said, "has anyone ever tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Maybe the Ministry of magic should find someone to try that, instead of wasting time on the lights out or covering up Azkaban's escape. So that's what you've been doing, Minister? Shut yourself up in the office, desperately trying to open a snitch? People have been killed I almost became one of them Voldemort chased me through three countries and killed mad eyed moody, but the Ministry of magic didn't say a word about it, did it? But you still expect us to cooperate with you! "

"You're going too far!" Exclaimed scriinger, standing up. Harry jumped up, too. Slinger limped up to Harry and slammed the tip of his wand on Harry's chest. Harry's T-shirt burned a hole that looked like a cigarette.

"Hello Ron jumped up and raised his wand.

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