All legendary magic items are under the control of the Ministry of Magic, and Gryffindor's sword is naturally among them, but Hermione clearly disagrees with this.

Before Scrimgeour could finish, she excitedly interrupted him.

"It belonged to Harry, it chose Harry, it was Harry who found it, it came out of the Sorting Hat to find Harry......"

She talks about the events of the Chamber of Secrets in the year that Evan and Harry battled Tom Riddle's Diary and the Basilisk in the Vault.

Evan was still an ordinary young wizard, maybe stronger than the other first-year students, but not much, and the battle was particularly difficult, thanks to Harry's ability to pull the Gryffindor Sword out of his Sorting Hat at the critical moment, and defeat Tom Riddle and the Basilisk.

The sword was missing until Harry drew the Gryffindor sword, with no evidence of it being at Hogwarts.

Obviously, as a special legendary magic item, this sword itself has some kind of spatial magic quality in addition to its special sharpness.

But it would be a stretch to say that Gryffindor's sword belonged to Harry.

"According to reliable historical sources, the sword will be presented to every wonderful Gryffindor student. Scrimgeour said, "Mr. Potter found it, that doesn't make it his personal property, whatever Dumbledore decides, Gryffindor's sword ......"

"And the scabbard, the scabbard that Aven retrieved from the Giant Tribe, without Aven there would be no scabbard. ”

"The scabbard and the sword are one and the same!" Scrimgeour said strongly, "The sword appears, the scabbard will naturally appear, and if the Ministry of Magic knew that the scabbard was there, it would have sent someone to retrieve it, and we are grateful to Mr. Mason for helping us find the scabbard that had been lost for thousands of years, and even giving him a special contribution award, which we have done, but that does not mean that the sword or the scabbard belongs to either Mr. Mason or Mr. Potter." No one, including Dumbledore, could give it to anyone else. More than that, I wonder why Dumbledore left the Gryffindor Sword for ......"

As he spoke, his aggressive gaze turned to Harry.

"You want to know that Dumbledore wants to give me the sword?" said Harry, as if Scrimgeour had asked a funny question.

"yes, I want to know why he did it, and I want you to tell me all the secrets. ”

"Hmph, secret!" Harry struggled to restrain his anger, "he probably thinks the sword will look good on my wall." ”

"It's not a joke, Potter!" Scrimgeour roared, "why do you think I'm asking you this?!Why do you think I'm here?!I'm not here to joke with you, we have to find out if Dumbledore believes that only Godric Gryffindor's sword can defeat the Slytherin heir?, does he want to give you the sword because, like many people, he believes that you are destined to destroy the Adversary whose name you can't even mention?"

"Interesting theory!" Harry said sarcastically, "you want to know this, has anyone tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Maybe the Ministry of Magic should have some people do it, instead of wasting all day dismantling lights, studying fairy tale collections, wooden statues, and blocking news of Azkaban's escape. ”

"You don't understand at all. ”

"I know everything, Sirius has told me that you've been locking yourself in your office lately, doing nothing...... Ah, I figured it out, so you're doing this, Minister, locking yourself in your office and racking your brains to open a snitch? There are dead people everywhere, and I'm almost dead, but the Ministry of Magic doesn't say a word about it, doesn't it? And you still expect us to work with you?"

"That's enough, Potter, you're going too far!" scrimgeour shouted, "You, and the three of you, you don't understand the current situation, you ......"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Minister, I think we know very well!" said Aven, "It's you who didn't figure out the current situation, I think the Ministry of Magic is ...... right now"

"Are you trying to command me, Mason? You think you're smart, like those ridiculous newspapers say, Dumbledore's successor, you're smart enough to point me out? No, you seem to me to be just as ignorant as Potter. The four of you have been keeping it a secret, not telling the Ministry of Magic for sure, as if you could defeat the Adversary with just a few of you, and I know you have that idea, and you want to be famous. Ridiculous, arrogant, you're joking with the future of the wizarding world. Now that Dumbledore is dead, and only me, only the Ministry of Magic, can defeat Voldemort, you have to tell me all the secrets. ”

"I'm not ordering, Mr. Minister, but some reasonable advice that could help the Ministry of Magic, if you're here looking for this. ”

"I'm not here to listen to advice!" Scrimgeour said, word for word, as if with a great deal of effort, "what I need is the secret that Dumbledore left you." ”

"We won't tell you in a dream, you don't want to know anything. Harry shouted, leaping to his feet.

"Potter!" Scrimgeour shouted angrily to his feet, he was so angry that his whole face turned purple and he limped up to Harry and poked Harry in the chest with the tip of his wand: it burned a hole in Harry's T-shirt like a lit cigarette.

"Hey!" Ron shouted, jumping to his feet and raising his wand.

"Don't, Ron, do you want him to have an excuse to arrest us?"

"Aha, you remember now that this wasn't at school, did you?" Scrimgeour said, breathing heavily, "You're just now remembering that I'm not Dumbledore and won't forgive you for being rude and presumptuous, are you? Do you think I wouldn't dare arrest you? Potter, you can use that scar as a crown! And you, Mason, you can think of yourself as the future star of the wizarding world, and you're nothing now." I'm the Minister of Magic, I know how to fight the Dark Lord, and it's not yet my turn for two seventeen-year-old furry kids to tell me what to do my job!

"You should learn to earn the respect of others!" said Harry, glaring at Scrimgeour without giving an inch.

"Put down your wand, Mr. Minister!" said Aven, "this is not Hogwarts, but it's not the Ministry of Magic either, you're too impulsive!"

At that moment, the floor trembled, and there was the sound of running footsteps, and then the door to the living room suddenly opened, and the Weasleys rushed in.