"Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore's Testament – I leave the book "The Golden Griffon from the Wilderness" to Mr. Harry James Potter, hoping that he will find firmness and ......calmness in the story"

Scrimgeour read it on a piece of parchment, and then reached into the bag in which the will had been held and took out a book.

The dark brown cowhide cover of the book looked unremarkable, and it looked more like a personal notebook than the beautifully bound magic books. It's just that on the cover of that book, there is a Gryffindor House badge marked.

Harry subconsciously took it into his hand, then carefully looked through it and saw that there was nothing out of the ordinary. It was a storybook, with only large paragraphs of text and illustrations, and no magic as he had imagined.

"There's a lot of going into this book about Godric Gryffindor's adventures." Scrimgeour said casually.

Obviously, he must have flipped it over and over and 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 Maca than to give it to me...... You all like to read, don't you? ”

Seeing him look at her, Maca shrugged at him.

"It never hurts to read more books," Marka reminded nonchalantly, "perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something out of those stories." Didn't the professor's will say, 'Steadfast courage' or something? ”

"Uh......" Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour had apparently lost interest in the book, and after Maca had spoken a few words, he turned his gaze back to the parchment on which the will was written.

“…… I left a piece of dung stone for Miss Hermione Jane Granger, hoping it would help her remember the calmness and courage of the past. ”

With that, Scrimgeour reached into the bag again, and literally pulled out a small, ugly black and yellow lump. But this thing is also equipped with a slender silver necklace, which is simply disobedient!

"It's really a small piece of cow dung stone." Even Scrimgeur, who was expressionless, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth at this moment, "The potions master in the ministry is very sure of this. ”

Hermione's hand shrunk, but she eventually took it.

In fact, it was because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, and now I heard that the professor had left something for himself. This made her a little sore and her eyes red.

But when she learned that Dumbledore had left her with a piece of dungstone, she was so surprised that she forgot to shed tears.

"Why dung stone?" Ron looked at the little black thing in Hermione's hand and said with straight eyes, "Why do I think I'm not expecting anything I'm going to receive?" ”

"Don't say that...... Hermione said cautiously holding the piece of dungstone, with a strange expression, "whatever we receive, it's something that Professor Dumbledore has given us...... They are truly monumental. ”

At this, she looked at Maca hesitantly, and lifted the dung stone in the palm of her hand to gesture.

"What do you think...... What does it mean to teach? Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Dung stone can be used for emergency detoxification, and it has a good relieving effect on many kinds of toxins...... "Maka spread her hands, "but while this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you would better think about the words that the professor left you in his will." ”

"Leave it to me?" Hermione thought for a moment and hesitated, "'The calmness and courage of the past'...... What does it have to do with fecal stones? I don't know...... Yes! ”

"What do you remember?" Harry said curiously.

When Scrimgeour heard this, he also turned his attention to Hermione, as if to see what secrets Dumbledore was hiding in this will.

"No, I'm not sure if it'......," Hermione said, looking at the dung stone in her hand, "Remember when we first started school, we went to stop the suspect who stole the Philosopher's Stone?" In the last room, I knocked down a fake Philosopher's Stone from Quirrell's hand, and it fell to the ground and shattered......"

She looked at the dung stone and couldn't help but wonder, "You say, could that stone be made of this dung stone?" ”

"If that's the case, it's a memento for you to keep." Ron said suddenly.

"The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure...... Hermione said in annoyance, "I almost messed up that time!" If I hadn't done this, Voldemort wouldn't have imagined that he was holding a fake Philosopher's Stone! ”

"It doesn't seem to me like that," laughed Maca, "the professor has always been very intelligent, and he thought about a lot of things that time, but your courage in the face of danger made the professor miscalculate. He must have left this to you to tell you that your bravery was beyond his expectations! ”

"Really? But what's the use...... Hermione said with a slight loss, "it's not bad. ”

"No plan is a one-size-fits-all plan, not even Professor Dumbledore's." "But courage can help you at a critical moment, at any time. If I told you now that the Philosopher's Stone you dropped from Quirrell was actually the real Philosopher's Stone, would you still think so? ”

"That's the real thing?" Hermione was surprised, "Could it be that the reason why it looks like it's broken is actually a spell that the professor added?" ”

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

"Ahem......" Scrimgeour coughed dryly, interrupting their endless conversation, "and one last item—"

"Oh, sorry to keep you waiting......" Maca nodded, "Please go ahead!" ”

Scrimgeour bowed slightly, then bowed his head again and continued to read the passage in the will.

"I leave a handful of ashes to Mr. Ronald Billiers Weasley, hoping that he will gain the confidence and happiness that belongs to him, and by the way, he will occasionally think of me."

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeur's hand, about the size of a thumb. The bottle is transparent, and you can see directly that it is containing some fine gray dust. Like Hermione's dung stone, the vial wore a silver chain, apparently allowing him to hang around his neck.

"Hmm...... What the? Ron shook the vial, the ash tilting slightly, but showed no reaction.

"Maca?" He also cast an inquiring glance at Maca.

"Don't look at me, I can't guess everything," Maca looked at the small bottle, shook her head, "Anyway, you take it first, I don't think the professor will send anything useless." ”

“…… All right! Ron nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour saw that he didn't seem to have any clues, so he held up the parchment in his hand again, and shook it gently so that he could read the last paragraph.

"I'm going to ......" As soon as he spoke, he subconsciously paused, and a rare trace of inexplicable weirdness appeared on his face, "Hmm...... I'll give a box of Bibi Beans to Mr. Macklee to share, and I'll probably taste one before I give it to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping. I really hope that before I leave this world, I can eat a delicious multi-flavored bean. ”

With that, Scrimgeour pulled out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Maca's hand. This inexplicable will attracted a lot of stares from Hermione and the others.

"Bibi multi-flavored beans?"

Maca took it in her hand and looked at it, only to find that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one of himself before handing it over, which is a veritable "sharing".

"What the professor left us is more strange than the other?" Ron blinked, barely knowing what to say.

"Maca, this is left for you by the professor, can you think of a reason?" Scrimgeour asked unusually bluntly.

"Who knows?" Maca said noncommittally, "I suppose Professor Dumbledore suddenly wanted to eat this bibi bean when he wrote this will, right?" I remember the professor once mentioned that he had eaten multi-flavored beans twice in his life, once with vomiting and the other with earwax...... I think you can understand his feelings. ”

"Yes......" Scrimgeour shook his head, the corners of his mouth twitching again, "Hmm...... Since that's the case...... I mean, that's the end of the publication of the will. As for the specific situation of yesterday, the ministry will send someone to inquire about you later and record it...... I have other jobs, so I'll miss out first! ”

"Mr. Scrimgeour, please walk slowly." Maca nodded at him, signaling that she understood.

Scrimgeour got up and walked to the door, pausing again on the way, then turning back again.

"Oh, yes...... Mr. McLean, I hope you get well soon. After leaving these words, he opened the door and strode away under the gaze of everyone outside the door.

"Maca, this is Bibi Duowei bean...... Is that really what you say? Hermione seemed a little unconvinced, thinking that it might be a pretext from Maca's new Minister of Magic.

"No, I don't really have a clue about this box of flavored beans." Maca shook her head, then pointed to the vial in Ron's hand, "But I have some guesses about the ash...... Ron, you wouldn't mind showing me around, would you? ”

As she spoke, Maca poured out a multi-flavored bean and threw it into her mouth.

“…… What kind of weirdness is this? He frowned, "Speaking of which, I wonder how the professor knew he was eating earwax?" ”