Chapter 1202

"Don't do it! Do you want to give him an excuse to arrest us? " Ha, the interest rate should be reflected first.

"Finally remember that this is not a school?" Slinger's breath came ferociously on Harry's face. "I finally remember that I'm not Dumbledore, who always tolerates your insolence? You can crown that scar, Potter, but that doesn't mean a 17-year-old can tell me what I do! You should learn to respect! "

"You deserve it!" Said Harry.

"I deserve it!"

"You'd better calm down, or you may stay here. I promise, if you die, no one in the Ministry of magic will even avenge you." Van Lin put his hand on scriinger's.

"And, you know, without Voldemort, you are nothing, and Voldemort comes back, you stand up, it is impossible to solve the problem, you are doomed to be just a poor

"Poor what, I'm the Minister of magic!"

"Maybe tomorrow won't be. Haven't you noticed that any information about Harry can be leaked, and the Ministry of magic is still in your hand? Without a little bit of self-knowledge, people in the Ministry of magic are just a bunch of fools! "

"What's more, even if I kill you here, the Ministry of magic will not react to me and want me? The Ministry of magic can't even protect itself

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm talking about a fact!" "Where were you when we were being hunted down by dozens of Death Eaters? Design a protected house? Not enough people? Even the news was leaked from the Ministry of magic

"You are playing with fire..." Slinger pointed his wand to van Lin, but before he could put it out, van Lin's wand was the first to be held in the brow of slinger.

"Make a bet," said Fanlin with a smile. "Just bet, before I kill you, can you use a magic?"

Pure blue, van Lin coldly staring at the eyes of scriinger, like a dagger, wanton aggression.

Originally, van Lim still had some sympathy for slinger, but his attitude was too bad.

Now, it's not that they're asking for the Ministry of magic, a minister of Magic who's completely elevated?

Ridiculous position, there are no rules now, right!

"Fanlin..." Harry felt a little panicked. Van Lin was a little strong

There was a tremor in the floor, a sound of running feet, and then the door of the living room burst and the Weasleys ran in. "We We thought we heard... " Mr. Weasley spoke first. When he saw Vaseline holding his wand against scriinger's head, he was so scared that he couldn't speak. Especially van Lin's state, that kind of cold eyes, the people of the order of Phoenix were really familiar with it. Van Lin was ready to fight

“…… Er Big Voice. " Gasped Mrs. Weasley, her Adam's apple rolling up and down.

"Well, it seems that you can Get out of here alive! " Van Lin laughed, but he didn't mean to put away his wand. "Does Dumbledore have anything else to explain? It looks like it's all here! "

Slinger stepped back a little, and the cold from his brow constantly stimulated the nerves in his brain.

Fanlin is really able to kill him

"No Nothing more. " He looked at Van Lin and Harry bitterly and said, "I I'm disappointed with the attitude of both of you. " He forced his face away from van Lin and looked straight at Harry again It seems that you don't think the Ministry of magic takes you seriously And Dumbledore Things to value. We should work together. "

"I don't like your theory, minister." Harry said, "remember?" Once again, he raised his right hand and showed scrimger the line of white scars on the back of his hand. "I shouldn't have lied.".

The expression on scriinger's face solidified. He turned and limped out of the room without saying a word.

Mrs. Weasley hurried out, and Harry heard her stop at the back door. After a moment she exclaimed, "he's gone!"

"What does he want to do?" Mr. Weasley asked, glancing at several people present, "why do you..."

Mrs. Weasley hurried back into the room.

"Give us what Dumbledore left us." "The contents of his will have just been published," Van Lin said

Outside in the garden, three things that slinger had brought were over the table, passing through the people's hands. Everyone was lamenting the light switch and the story of the minstrel Bieber, and regretted that scrimber refused to hand over his sword, but no one could say why Dumbledore left Harry an old snitch.

"As for why Perhaps it is the minister who is not willing to accept it! " Fanlin said, a group did not continue to speak.

"Fortunately Sirius was not there." "Didn't he give you anything?" sighed Mr. Weasley"Fox!" Said Fanlin.

"Oh, yes, I've seen it..." Hagrid some envy, this from the east of the divine bird and the more fit.

While Mr. Weasley was working on the lights out for the third or fourth time, Mrs. Weasley tentatively said, "Harry, honey, everyone is starving. We don't want to have dinner without you Is dinner ready now? "

Everyone had a meal in a hurry. Then they sang a birthday song and ate some cakes carelessly. The birthday party was over. Hagrid was invited to the next day's wedding, but he was too big to sleep in the overcrowded shack, so he left and set up his own tent next door.

"I'll see you upstairs." Said Harry in Fanling's ear, helping Mrs. Weasley clean up and restore the garden. "After everyone goes to bed."

In the attic room, Ron is studying his light switch. Harry is putting something into Hagrid's donkey skin pocket. Instead of gold, he contains what he thinks is the most valuable, although it seems worthless, including the map of the living thieves, D.A.'s contact gold coins, and some simple things.

He tightened the rope around his neck and sat there with the old snitch, watching its wings flapping feebly.

Finally, van Lin and Hermione knock on the door outside, and then creep in.

"Shut your ears and listen!" Hermione whispered the spell and waved her wand toward the building.

"I thought you didn't approve of this spell!" Said Harry with a sigh.

"The situation has changed." Hermione said, "now show us the dimmer."

Ron did it right away.

The only light in front of the room was knocked out.

"The point is," Hermione whispered in the dark, "we can do the same with Peru's permanent dark powder." There was another soft sound, and the light flew back to the roof, illuminating them again.

"It's really cool." Said Ron carefully, it is said that Dumbledore invented it himself

"I know, but he didn't mention you alone in his will to help us light the lights!" But Dumbledore is a friend of nicoleme's, and it doesn't surprise me that he has achieved something in alchemy

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

"Sure I know it!" Hermione said, "he can't tell us why we should leave those things in his will, but the will can't explain..."

“…… Why didn't he give us a hint when he was alive? " Ron asked.

"Well, to be more precise," said Hermione, who was tapping on the book of Biber the minstrel.

"If these things are so important that they have to reach us from the Ministry's nose, then you think he has told us why Unless he thinks it's obvious that we can see it? "

"Well, his plans have failed, haven't they?" Ron said, "I always say he has a brain problem. He's brilliant, he's a character, but he's out of his mind. Leave Harry a snitch What do you mean

"I don't have a clue." Hermione said, "when slinger gives it to you, Harry, I'm sure something will happen!"

"So the snitch picked up his pulse," he said. "I didn't make a special effort to open it in front of slinger, did I?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Hermione.

"The snitch I caught in my first Quidditch competition," said Harry. "Don't you remember?"

Hermione seemed just confused.

"This snitch, it should be the one you almost swallowed!" "What's more, snitches have memories. Maybe Dumbledore will set this mode to open mode."

"That's it!" Harry nodded hard. He put his lips on the snitch and his heart pounded.

The ball didn't open. Frustrated and disappointed, he put down the golden ball, but Hermione cried.

"Wait a minute! There are words on it. Look

Harry was so surprised and pleased that he almost dropped the snitch. Hermione was right. There were five thin raised italics on the smooth golden sphere, which Harry recognized as Dumbledore's handwriting at a glance. I opened the last He hardly saw it, and the line disappeared.

"I opened the last What does that mean? " Harry looked at Vaseline at a loss.

And Fanlin is a little confused at the moment. It should be the resurrection stone

Van Lin is a little uncertain, Dumbledore's condition also needs resurrection stone to stabilize, now

Hermione and Ron also shook their heads in confusion."Open when closed When closing Open when closed... " But no matter how many times they repeated the words in various ways, they could not find any other meaning.

"And the sword," said Ron, who finally gave up trying to decipher the text on the snitch. "Why did he give Harry the sword?"

"Why didn't he tell me before?" Harry said calmly, "I was there. Every time I talked to him last year, it hung on the wall of that office! If he wants to give me the sword, why not at that time? "

He felt that he was in the exam, and the answer was in front of him. He should know, but his brain was always slow and could not respond. Did Dumbledore miss something last year when he was talking to him? Should he understand Dumbledore's intention? Does Dumbledore expect him to understand?

"I can tell you clearly about this sword, Harry!" "You used this sword to kill the basilisk, and the Gryffindor sword will absorb the material that makes it powerful. Think about it, what will happen?"

"Matter Matter... "

"The sword of Gryffindor can destroy Horcruxes!" But there was almost no magic sword

"Remember that sentence, every good Gryffindor can pull out this sword when needed. It's an ancient magic that even the gods can't crack."

"If so, maybe we don't have to worry about how to destroy it..."

"It's better to think about it. After all, ancient magic will inevitably fail." Said Fanlin.

"That's right, but let's not talk about it. Now And this book, "said Hermione," the story of Biber the minstrel I've never heard of this book... "

"You haven't heard of Biber the minstrel?" Ron said, puzzled.

"In fact, I don't know. And Harry

"Same!"

"Are you three joking?" Ron said in surprise.

"No, I'm not kidding." Hermione said in surprise, "do you know?"

"Yes, of course I know!"

Harry began to get excited. He didn't expect a book that Ron had read, and neither Hermione nor Vaseline had.

But Ron was a little confused by their surprise.

"Oh, come on! Isn't all those old nursery rhymes written by Bieber? Good luck spring The wizard and the jumping pot "Stingy rabbit and her rotten stumps".... "

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," Hermione asked with a smile. "What's the last one?"

"Don't tease me!" Ron looked at Harry, vaseline and Hermione in disbelief. "You must have heard of stingy Rabbits..."

"Ron, you should know that I grew up in a Muggle family as well as Harry Hermione said, "we didn't hear that kind of story when we were children. We heard the story of snow white and the seven dwarfs and Cinderella..."

"What is that? A disease? " Ron asked.

No one paid any attention to Ron. In fact, Fanlin did not read this fairy tale book. Who would hold on to a fairy tale and, besides, the Deathly Hallows

"So it's all about fairy tales?" Hermione went back to the ancient writing.

"Yes," said Ron uncertainly. "I mean, all the old stories are written by Bieber. I don't know what the original version looked like

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

There was a crack coming from downstairs.

"Probably Charlie. When his mother was asleep, he would sneak out and change his hair back." Ron said nervously.

"We should go to bed, too." Hermione whispered, "don't oversleep tomorrow."

"That's right," Ron Zan said. "The bridegroom's mother killed four people in a rage, but it's a big spice for the wedding! I'll get the light. "

As Hermione and vaseline left the room, he pressed the light switch again.

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