After Scrimgeour told Mr. Weasley that he wanted to talk to Harry alone, and Darren and Ron to Hermione, they were taken into the living room.

"I've got a few questions for the four of you, and I think it's best to ask them one by one, you ......" Scrimgeour gestured to the others, "Go upstairs and wait, I'll talk to Ron first." ”

"We're not going anywhere," said Harry, "and we're either talking to the four of us or none at all." ”

Scrimgeour looked at Harry coldly and paused for a few seconds, "Okay, let's talk together," he said with a shrug, then cleared his throat, "I'm sure you know, I'm here for Albus. Dumbledore's will came. ”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other.

"It seems like a surprise! Don't you realize that Dumbledore has left something behind? ”

"I ...... Do we have all of them? Ron said, "Everyone? ”

"Yes, you all have ......"

Harry interrupted him abruptly, "Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month, why did it take so long to give us what he left us?" ”

"Does that need to be said?" Before Scrimgeour could reply, Hermione said, "They're going to check what he left us, and you don't have the right to do that!" She said, her voice trembling slightly, and Darren took her hand and let her relax.

"Of course I have the right," Scrimgeour said contemptuously, "and the Ministry of Magic has the right to confiscate what is covered by the Will under the Justifiable Confiscation Act......"

"That law is there to stop ......" Hermione had just opened her mouth when Darren interrupted her, "what did Professor Dumbledore leave us?" ”

Scrimgeour glanced at him, reached into his cloak and pulled out a drawstring pouch, pulled out a roll of parchment from it, unfolded it, and read it aloud, "'Albus. Percival. Wulfrick. Brian. Dumbledore's will ......Yes, here'...... My lights out are left for Ron. Billiers. Weasley, I hope he thinks of me when he uses it. ’”

With that, Scrimgeour took out the light extinguisher from the bag and handed it to Ron, who took it and flipped through it in his hand, looking dumbfounded.

"It's a very valuable thing," Scrimgeour said, looking at Ron, "and maybe even unique, it must have been Dumbledore's own design, why would he leave such a rare thing to you?" ”

Ron shook his head, dazed.

"Dumbledore must have taught thousands of students," Scrimgeour stubbornly asked, "but he left only the four of you gifts in his will, why is that?" Mr. Weasley, what do you think you're going to do with his lights-out? ”

"Probably put the lights out," Ron muttered, "what else can I do with it?" ”

Scrimgeour squinted at Ron for a moment, then turned to Dumbledore's will.

"'My 'Poet Bean's Tales' was left to Hermione. Simple. Miss Granger, I hope she will find this book interesting and instructive. ’”

This time it was a small, worn-out book, the cover was speckled and peeled off in several places, and Hermione took the book from Scrimgeour without saying a word, put it on her lap, and looked down, tears silently streaming from her eyes, and Darren put his arms around her shoulders.

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

He ...... He knew I loved books. Hermione said hoarsely, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"But why this book?"

"I don't know, he definitely thinks I'm going to like it."

"Have you talked to Dumbledore about passwords and other ways to pass on secret information?"

"No," Hermione said, still wiping her eyes with her sleeve, "if the Ministry of Magic hasn't been able to discover the secret code in this book for thirty-one days, I'm afraid I can't." ”

Scrimgeour turned to the will again, "'I'll leave it to Harry. Jimmy. Potter's,'" he read, "was the Golden Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, to remind him of the rewards of perseverance and skill." ’”

With that, he pulled out a small golden ball the size of a walnut, and its pair of silver wings flapped weakly, "Why did Dumbledore leave this snitch for you?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I don't know," said Harry, "probably for the reasons you just recited...... Remind me that as long as I have perseverance, what else is there...... What kind of harvest can be obtained. ”

"So, you think it's just a symbolic souvenir?"

"I think so," said Harry, "what else could it be?" ”

"I'm asking you." Scrimgeour moved his chair closer to the couch.

"I noticed that your birthday cake was in the shape of a snitch," Scrimgeour said to Harry, "Why?" The Snitch itself is a wonderful place to hide little things, as the Snitch has a physical memory. ”

"What?"

"The snitch wasn't touched by the bare skin before it was released, not even by the makers, they were all wearing gloves, and the snitch had a magic on it that could recognize the first person touching it with their hands in case of a dispute when they caught the ball," Scrimgeour said. The snitch ......," he held up the little golden orb, "will remember your touch, Potter, and I suddenly remembered that Dumbledore, despite his shortcomings in one way or another, was very skilled in magic, and he probably enchanted this snitch, and only you can open it." ”

"You don't say anything," said Scrimgeur, "do you already know what the snitch is hiding in?" ”

"I don't know."

"Take it," Scrimgeour whispered, his eyes fixed on Harry.

Harry reluctantly reached out, Scrimgeour leaned forward, and slowly and carefully placed the snitch in Harry's palm, and the snitch's tired wings flapped a few times, and then he did not move.

"It's dramatic." Harry said coldly.

"Is there anything left for Harry?" Darren asked, because it was his turn next.

Not seeing the change in the Golden Snitch, Scrimgeour was visibly a little irritated, "Yes, but like yours, it's a bit special, you can't get them." “

"What?"

Scrimgeour looked down at the will, "Darren. Sean. Plum...... You can get the Sorting Hat," he said, looking up.

"Sorting Hat?" Darren didn't expect Dumbledore to leave him with this.

"Yes, that's what it says in the will," Scrimgeour said impatiently, "and Harry still has Gryffindor's sword, unfortunately Dumbledore doesn't have the right to give them away, they're all important historical artifacts, they belong to ......"

"Why?" Darren asked.

"What?" Scrimgeour was asked that question for the first time tonight.

"What did Professor Dumbledore write in his will to leave the Sorting Hat to me?"

Scrimgeour picked up the will, "Those poems of it will make an impression on you." “