"Don't do it, do you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?" Harley reacted first.

"Finally remember that this isn't a school, right?" Scrimgeour breathed fiercely in Harry's face, "Finally remember that I'm not the arrogant Dundedon who always tolerates you, right? You can wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but that doesn't mean a seventeen-year-old can point fingers at my work! You should learn to be respectful!"

"You deserve it!" said Harry.

"I deserve it!"

"You'd better calm down, or you'll probably stay here, I promise, if you die, no one in the Ministry of Magic will even avenge you. Van Lin pressed one hand against Scrimthour's hand.

"And, you know, without Voldemort, you're nothing, and Voldemort is back, and you stand up, and that doesn't solve the problem, you're destined to be just a pathetic ......."

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

"Maybe not tomorrow, haven't you noticed, any information about Harry can be leaked, such a Ministry of Magic, still in your hands? Without the slightest self-knowledge, the people in the Ministry of Magic are a bunch of fools!"

"Moreover, here, even if I kill you, the Ministry of Magic will not react and want me?

"You're threatening me?"

"I'm talking about a fact!" Van Lin said, pushing Scrimgeour back, "where were you when we were being hunted by dozens of Death Eaters?

"You're playing with fire...... Scrimgeour pointed his wand at Van Lin, but before he could reach out, Van Lin's wand was the first to be on Scrimgeour's brow.

"Bet," Van Lin smiled, "Bet on whether you'll be able to use a spell before I kill you!"

Pure blue, Van Lin stared coldly into Scrimgeur's eyes, like a dagger, wanton aggression.

Originally, Van Lin still had some sympathy for Scrimgeur, but Scrimthour's attitude was really bad.

Now, aren't they begging the Ministry of Magic, a completely hollowed out Minister of Magic?

Ridiculous position, there are no rules now, right?

"Van Lin...... Harry felt a little panicked, and Van Lin was a little stronger......

The floor shook, there was the sound of running footsteps, and then the living room door slammed and the Weasleys ran in. "We ...... We thought we heard ......" Mr. Weasley spoke first, and when he saw Van Lin holding his wand against Scrimsley's head, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak, especially Van Lin's state, that kind of cold eyes, the people of the Order of the Phoenix were too familiar, and Van Lin was ready for battle......

“...... Belch...... Great ...... Sound. Mrs. Weasley gasped, her Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

"Very good, it looks like you can ...... Get out of here alive!" Van Lin smiled, still not putting away his wand, "Is there anything else Dumbledore has to explain?

Scrimgeour took two steps back, the coldness of his brow irritating the nerves in his brain.

Is Van Lin really capable of killing him......

"I didn't ...... Nothing more. He looked at Van Lin and Harry with resentment and said, "I...... I'm disappointed with the attitude of the two of you. He forced his face away from facing Van Lin, and looked Harry head-on once more. "Looks like you don't think the Ministry of Magic values you...... And Dumbledore...... Something that is valued. We should cooperate. ”

"I don't like your theory, Minister. Harry said, "Do you remember?" and again, he held up his right hand to show Scrimgeour the white scar on the back of his hand, "I shouldn't have lied."

The expression on Scrimgeur's face froze. He turned around 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?" asked Mr. Weasley, glancing at the few people present, "Why would you ...... Van Lin?"

Mrs. Weasley hurried back into the house.

"Give us what Dumbledore left us. "The contents of his will have just been published. ”

Outside, in the garden, the three things Scrimgeour had brought were passing around on the table. Everyone was lamenting the lights out and The Tale of Bieber the Troubadour, and regretting Scrimgeur's refusal to hand over the sword, but no one could say why Dumbledore had left Harry an old Golden Snitch.

"As for why...... Probably Mr. Minister is not very willing!" Fan Lin said, and the group did not continue to speak.

"Thankfully, Sirius wasn't there. Mr. Weasley sighed, "Didn't he give you anything?"

"Fox!" Van Lin said.

"Oh yes, I've seen it......" Hagrid was a little envious, this kind of divine bird from the East was more compatible with Van Lin.

While Mr. Weasley was working on the lights out for the third or fourth time, Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, "Harry, dear, everyone is starving, and we don't want to wait for you to eat...... Can you eat now?"

Everyone ate in a hurry, then sang a birthday song hastily, swallowed a few bites of cake, and the birthday party was over. Hagrid was invited to the wedding the next day, but he was too big to sleep in the already overcrowded Burrow, so he left the house and set up a tent of his own next door.

"We'll see you upstairs. Harry whispered in Van Lin's ear as he helped Mrs. Weasley clean up and restore the garden to its original appearance. "After everybody goes to bed. ”

In the attic room, Ron was studying his lights-out, and Harry was filling Hagrid's donkeyskin bag with something, not gold, but what he thought was the most valuable, though seemingly worthless, including a map of thieves on the spot, gold in contact, and a few simple things.

He tightened the rope around the mouth of the bag, tied it around his neck, and sat there holding the old golden snitch, watching its wings flapp feebly.

Finally, Van Lin and Hermione knocked lightly outside, and then crept in.

"Shut up and listen!" Hermione whispered a spell and waved her wand in the direction of the building.

"I thought you weren't in favor of using this spell!" Harry sighed.

"The situation has changed. Hermione said, "Now show us the lights out." ”

Ron immediately complied.

Hold the lights out in front of you, and with a gentle tap, the only light in the room goes out immediately.

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

"It's pretty cool. Ron said cautiously, it is said that it was invented by Dumbledore himself!

"I know, but he certainly didn't mention in his will that you were there to help us light the lamps!" Van Lin said, "but it doesn't surprise me that Dumbledore is a friend of Nicolame's and accomplished in alchemy. ”

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

"Surely yes!" said Hermione, "he can't tell us in the will why he left those things for us, but the will doesn't explain ...... either."

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

"Well, to be more precise," said Hermione, who was tapping lightly on the Tale of Bieber the Troubadour.

"If these things are important enough to get from the nose of the Ministry of Magic to us, then do you think he has already told us why...... Unless he thinks it's obvious that we can see it?"

"Then his plan fell through, didn't he?" said Ron, "I always say he's got something wrong with his head. He's outstanding, he's a character, but he's got a broken brain. Leave Harry with a Golden Snitch ...... What the hell does that mean?"

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

"yes, then," Harry said, his pulse quickening as he pinched the Golden Snitch with his fingers. "I didn't make a special effort to open it in front of Scrimgeur, did I?"

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione.

"The Golden Snitch I caught in my first Quidditch match," Harry said, "don't you remember?"

Hermione just looked confused.

"This Snitch should be the one you almost swallowed!" Van Lin said, "and besides, Snitch have memories, and maybe Dumbledore will set this way to open it." ”

"That's it!" Harry nodded forcefully, his heart pounding as he pressed his lips to the Golden Snitch.

The ball did not open. A feeling of frustration and disappointment overwhelmed him, and he dropped the golden ball, but Hermione screamed.

"Wait a minute! There's a word on it, look!"

Harry was so surprised and delighted that he nearly dropped the Golden Snitch to the ground. Hermione was right. On the smooth golden sphere, which had not been there just a moment, there were five thin, raised italic letters, which Harry recognized at a glance as Dumbledore's handwriting. I opened the final ...... He barely could read the line before it disappeared.

"I opened the last ...... What does that mean?" Harry looked at Van Lin, a little confused.

And Fan Lin was also a little confused at the moment, this should be the resurrection stone......

Van Lin was a little unsure, Dumbledore's state also needed the Resurrection Stone to stabilize, and now ......

Hermione and Ron shook their heads, confused.

"Turn on when closed...... When closed...... When they close it, they open ......" but no matter how many times they recite these words in various ways, they cannot find any other meaning.

"And the sword," Ron said, and finally they gave up trying to decipher the inscription on the Golden Snitch. "Why did he give the sword to Harry?"

"Why didn't he tell me before?" said Harry calmly, "and there I am, and every time I talked to him last year, it hung on the wall of that office!

He felt like he was taking an exam, and the answer was in front of him, and he should have known it, but his brain was always sluggish and couldn't react. Was there something he missed in the conversation with Dumbledore last year? Should he understand Dumbledore's intentions? Does Dumbledore wish he understood?

"I can tell you this sword clearly, Harry!" Van Lin said, "You once killed the basilisk with this sword, and the Gryffindor sword absorbs the substance that makes it powerful, think about it, what will happen?"

"Material...... Material ......"

"The Sword of Gryffindor can destroy Horcruxes!" Hermione almost exclaimed, "but this sword doesn't ...... the Ministry of Magic"

"Remember that sentence, every good Gryffindor can pull out this sword when he needs to, it's an ancient magic that even a god can't crack. ”

"If that's the case, 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. Van Lin said.

"That's right, but let's not talk about that for now...... And the book," Hermione said, "The Tale of Bieber the Troubadour...... I've never heard of this book......"

"Haven't you heard of The Tale of Bieber the Troubadour?" said Ron, puzzled.

"Actually, I don't know. Where's Harry?"

"Same!"

"Are you three kidding?" said Ron, surprised.

"No, I'm not kidding. Hermione was surprised, "Do you know?"

"Yes, of course I do!"

Harry was starting to get excited. He hadn't expected the books Ron had read, and neither Hermione nor Verlin had read.

But Ron was a little confused by their amazement.

"Oh, come on, aren't all those old nursery rhymes written by Bieber?" 'Fountain of Good Luck,'...... 'The Wizard and the Jumping Pot,'...... 'The Petty Bunny and Her Rotten Stump,' ......"

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

"Don't be funny!" Ron looked at Harry, Van Lin, and Hermione in disbelief, "Surely you've heard of stingy bunnies......"

"Ron, you should know that both Verlin and Harry grew up in Muggle families!" Hermione said, "We didn't hear those stories when we were kids, we heard stories about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs and Cinderella......"

"What's that? a disease?" asked Ron.

No one paid attention to Ron, in fact, Van Lin really hadn't read this fairy tale book, who would have nothing to do with a fairy tale, and besides, the Deathly Hallows......

"So it's all fairy tales?" Hermione buried herself in the ancient texts again.

"yes," Ron said uncertainly, "I mean, all the old stories were written by Bieber. I don't know what the original version was like. ”

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

There was the sound of something cracking downstairs.

"Probably Charlie, my mother fell asleep, and he sneaked out to get his hair back. Ron said nervously.

"We should go to bed too. Hermione whispered, "You can't oversleep tomorrow." ”

"Not really," Ron agreed, "but the bridegroom's mother killed four people in a fit of rage, but that's a great spice for the wedding! ”

As Hermione and Van Lin left the room, he gently pressed the lights out again.