"Apparently you're surprised! Don't you know Dumbledore has something for you?"

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

"Yes, you four ......"

But Harry interrupted him. "Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month, why did it take so long to give us his relics?"

"Isn't that obvious?" Hermione said before Scranger could speak, "They want to know what he left us. You don't have the right to do that!" her voice trembled slightly.

"I have all the rights," Scrangeat said contemptuously, "and the Proper Forfeiture Act gives the Ministry of Magic the right to confiscate everything in the will......

"But the problem is, that law was enacted to prevent the transfer of dark magic items between wizards," Hermione said unceremoniously, "and the Ministry of Magic should have enough evidence that the deceased's relics are illegal before confiscating them!"

"Do you have any intention of pursuing a career in the legal profession in the future, Miss Granger?" asked Scranger.

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

Legal profession?

I'm afraid Hermione will be sitting in your place in the future......

Van Lin looked at Scrimgeour with some sadness, which managed to get Scrimgour's attention.

"Do you have anything to say, Mr. Al. ”

"I don't think there's any need for us to engage in pointless battles here. ”

"Yes. Scrimgeour looked at Van Lin calmly.

"I'm weird...... Mr. Minister, Dumbledore has a better person to dispose of these relics than you, and of course, it cannot be denied that you are a leader......"

"What do you want to say?"

Before Vanlin could speak, Harry couldn't wait to speak.

"Then how did you decide to give our things back?

"No, that's because it's been thirty-one days. Hermione immediately said, "Unless it can be proven that those things are dangerous, they can't be seized." Right?"

No one answered Hermione, and it was clear that the girl was infinitely closer to the truth.

"Is Dumbledore close to you, Ronald?"

"I? no—not too closely...... It seems that Harry and Van Lin are the ......" Ron looked at Harry, Van Lin, and Hermione, who kept giving him a "shut up" look, but it was too late, and Scrimgeour seemed to get the answer he wanted.

He chased Ron like a predatory bird.

"Why would you mention you in your will if you weren't so close to him? He left a very small estate, most of his property...... His private library, magical items, and other personal possessions...... It's all left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were chosen?"

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

"You're so humble, Ron," Hermione said, "Dumbledore likes you very much. ”

It didn't seem to be very plausible, and as far as Harry knew, Ron and Dumbledore had never been alone, and direct contact was negligible.

However, Scrimgeour didn't seem to be listening. He reached into his cloak, pulled out a donkeyskin pouch much larger than the one Hagrid had given Harry, took out a roll of parchment from it, and read it aloud: "Albus Percival Woolfrik Brian Dumbledore's last wishes...... Ah, here...... Leave my lights out to Ronald Billiers Weasley and hopefully he will think of me whenever he uses it. ”

Scrimgeour pulled out of 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 all the light out of a place, and it could be restored with a single tap.

Scrangger leaned forward and handed the lights out to Ron, who was confused and flipped it over and over in his hand.

"That's a priceless thing. Scrimgeour looked at Ron and said, "And maybe it's the only one in the world." This must have been made by Dumbledore himself, why did he leave you such a rare thing?"

Ron shook his head in confusion.

"Dumbledore taught thousands of students," Scrimgeour affirmed, "but he only remembered the four of you in his will, why? What does he think you can do with the lights out, Mr. Weasley?"

"For a fire, if I had to guess," Ron muttered, "what else could I do with it?"

Apparently Scrimgeour didn't have a clue either. He squinted at Ron for a moment, then retracted his gaze to Dumbledore's will.

"Leave my book 'The Tale of Bieber the Troubadour' to Miss Hermione Jean Granger and hope she will have fun and knowledge from it. Scrimgeour pulled out a small book from his bag, it looked very old, as old as the one upstairs with The Secrets of the Dark Arts, the binding was dirty and broken in many places.

Without saying a word, Hermione took the book from Scrimgeur's hand. She put the book on her lap and stared.

Harry discovered that the title of the book was written in ancient script, which he had never learned and could not read. He saw a tear fall on the protruding ornament.

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

He ...... He knew I loved to read. Hermione said in a deep nasal voice as she wiped her tears from her sleeve. "But why do I have to leave you this book?"

"I don't know. He must have thought I'd like it. ”

"Have you talked to Dumbledore about using ciphers or other means to deliver MeMessage?"

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

"If the Ministry of Magic hasn't found any hidden codes from this book for thirty-one days, I'm afraid I won't be able to. Van Linti refused to answer Hermione, and the girl sobbed a little.

Hermione tried to suppress her crying, but the thought of Dumbledore made the sadness a little uncontrollable.

Van Lin reached out and took Hermione in his arms, "I think you can continue." ”

Scrimgeour nodded, "To Harry James Potter," a sudden surge of excitement swelled in Harry as he read it, "I left him the Golden Snitch he captured in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, hoping that he would remember it as a reward for his skill and strong will." ”

When Scrimgeour pulled the small golden ball the size of a walnut out of his bag, one of its silver wings flapped feebly. Harry couldn't help but feel a deep sense of loss.

"Why did Dumbledore leave this Golden Snitch to you?" asked Scrimgeur.

"I don't know. Harry said, "Judging by the meaning of those words 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 symbolic souvenir?"

"I think so. Harry said, "What else could you mean?"

"Now I'm asking questions. Scrimgeour said, moving his chair closer to the couch. By this time it was already twilight outside, and the large white tent outside the window towered over the fence wall.

"I noticed that your birthday cake is in the shape of a golden snitch," Scrimgeour said to Harry, "and why?"

"The intent is obvious, isn't it, Harry is a great Seeker, or, do you think Dumbledore will leave some secret letter in the sugarcoat?"

"I don't think there's anything hidden in the icing. "But the Golden Snitch is a great place to hide little things. I'm sure you know why?"

Harry shrugged, but Hermione answered. Harry felt that answering questions was simply an irrepressible habit that was ingrained in her soul.

"Because the Golden Snitch has human memories. She said.

"What?" said Harry and Ron in unison, they had thought Hermione knew very little about Quidditch.

"Correct. "The Golden Snitch had never been touched by bare skin before he was released, and the maker was wearing gloves, and it wasn't touched." It is enchanted, and when a match is disputed, it can identify the first person to touch it with its own hand. The golden snitch ......" he picked up the little golden ball......

"Will remember that contact with you, Potter. I think Dumbledore has a lot of magical power, and no matter how many times he misses, he must have enchanted this golden snitch so that it can only be opened by you. ”

Harry's heart beat faster. He knew Scrimgeour was right. How could he take this golden snitch in his unused hand in front of the Minister of Magic?

"You won't say anything," Scrimgeour said, "and you probably already know what's in the Golden Snitch." ”

"No," Harry said, still thinking about how he could pretend he had touched the Golden Snitch with his hand. If he could telepathize, if he did, he would have detected Hermione's thoughts, and he could almost hear her brain spinning around him.

"Take it. Scrimgeour said calmly. Harry's gaze met the Minister of Magic's yellow eyes, and he knew he had no choice but to do so. He reached out, and Scranger leaned out again, shoving the Golden Snitch slowly and deliberately into Harry's palm.

There was no movement.

Khalid pressed his fingers together to grasp the Golden Snitch as its tired wings flapped a few times before stopping. Scrimgeour, Ron, and Hermione continued to stare intently at the partially obscured ball, as if hoping that something would change in it.

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

"I ......"

"Admittedly, Mr. Scrimgeur, you are a staunch fighter, and we could even seek some cooperation, but the problem is ......," Van Linchen paused, "There may be some problems with your placement. ”

"Some questions?" Scrimgeour raised his voice abruptly, his patience with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix was a little hard for him to control......

"I think you might have ...... something."

"It cannot be denied, Mr. Scrimgeour, that you now look like an angry drunkard, and, far from accepting reality...... The previous Secretary Fudge had already set a perfect example......"

"One, without the correct cognition of what to do on their own, and then completely block the road ahead......"

"You mean, my fault?"

"No, we're just a philosophical disagreement, Mr. Minister!" Van Lin said calmly, "I think you can't control everything anymore, don't you, it was like that from the beginning, and you must admit that you made a wrong decision." ”

"Obey Dumbledore, like Fudge?" Scrimgeour was like an angry old lion.

"Then I'm sorry, but you won't get anything from us. Van Lin said.

"It's kind of dramatic. Harry said calmly.

Ron and Hermione both laughed.

"That's all, right?" Hermione said as she got up from the couch.

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

"Dumbledore left you something, Potter"

"What is it?" asked Harry, all listening intently.

Scrimgeour didn't have to go through the trouble of reading the will this time.

"The Sword of Gryffindor. Scrimgeour said.

For a moment, everyone froze.

Harry searched for traces of the hilt of the ruby sword, but Scrimgeour didn't take it out of the leather pocket, which looked too small to fit a sword.

"Where's the sword?" asked Harry, confused.

"Unfortunately," Scrimgeour said, "the sword was not given away by Dumbledore. The Sword of Gryffindor is a valuable artifact, and something like this belongs to ......"

"He belongs to every Gryffindor student!" Van Lin said.

"According to reliable historical accounts, this sword will appear automatically whenever one of Gryffindor's outstanding students is encountered," Scrimgeour nodded, "so that doesn't make it the exclusive property of Mr. Potter, regardless of how Dumbledore decides." ”

Scrimgeour scratched at his shaved face, looking at Van Lin's face. "Why do you think ......?"

"Dumbledore wants to give me the sword, doesn't he?" said Harry, holding back his excitement and keeping himself as calm as possible, "maybe he thinks it would be better for that sword to hang on the wall of my house." ”

"It's not a joke, Potter!" scrimgeour yelled. "Is it because Dumbledore believed that only the sword of Goshik Gryffindor could defeat the heir of Slytherin? and he gave you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as many believed, that you were the one who could destroy "the man whose name he couldn't even mention?"

"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 dismantling the lights out or covering up Azkaban's prison break." So that's what you've been doing, Minister, locking yourself in your office, desperately trying to open a Golden Snitch that has been killed...... I almost became one of them too...... Voldemort chased me through three countries, and he killed Moody the Mad-Eye, but the Ministry of Magic didn't say a word about it, right? You're counting on us to work with you!"

"You're pulling too far!" scrimgeour shouted, standing up. Harry jumped to his feet. Scrimgeour walked over to Harry and slammed the tip of his wand against Harry's chest, causing a small hole in Harry's T-shirt that looked like a cigarette.

"Hey!" Ron jumped to his feet and raised his wand.