Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Albus Percival Woolflick Brian Dumbledore Wills-I leave the book" Golden Griffin from the Wild "to Mr. Harry James Potter, hope He can find firmness and calmness in the story ... "

Scrimgeour read here according to a piece of parchment paper, and put his hand into the bag containing his will before taking out a book.

This book with a dark brown leather cover does not look eye-catching. Compared with those beautifully bound magic books, it actually looks more like a personal note. It was only on the cover of that book that a Gryffindor Academy badge was painted.

Harry took it in his hands subconsciously, then glanced carefully, finding nothing unusual. This is a storybook with only large paragraphs of text and pictures, and no magic what he imagined.

"There are a few in this book about the adventures of Godric Gryffindor." Scrimgeour said casually.

Obviously, he must have turned it over and over and checked it dozens of times.

"Why does the professor send me a book?" Harry said puzzledly. "I think it's more appropriate to give it to Hermione or Maca than to me ... you all like reading, don't you?"

Seeing him looking towards himself, Maca shrugged at him.

"It doesn't hurt to look at the book more," Macarro reminded casually. "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something from those stories. Didn't the professor say in his will, 'firm courage' Category?"

"Uh ..." Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour had apparently lost interest in that book, and when Maca and they spoke for a few words, he set his sights back on the parchment where the will was written.

"... I left a piece of dung stone to Miss Hermione Jan Granger, hoping that it would help her remember the calm and courage of the past."

Speaking, Scrimgeour put his hand into the bag again, and then really took out a small black and yellow ugly hard piece. This thing has a slender silver necklace on it.

"This is indeed a small piece of cow dung stone." Even Scrimgeour, who was expressionless, could not help but drew his mouth, "the magician in the ministry is very sure of this."

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

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

But when she knew that what Dumbledore had left her was a dung stone, she was so surprised that she forgot to shed tears.

"Why is dungstone?" Ron looked at the little black thing in Hermione's hand, his eyes straightened. "How do I think I don't really expect what I will receive?"

"Don't say that ..." Hermione carefully supported the dung stone, her face was weird, "No matter what you receive, this is what Professor Dumbledore gave us ... They have real memorable value . "

Speaking of this, she looked at Maca hesitantly, and raised the dung-rock in her hand as a gesture.

"What do you think ... Professor mean?" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Fecal stones can be used for emergency detoxification, and have a good relief effect on many types of toxins ..." Maca spread his hands, "But although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you are the most Think about what the professor left you in the will. "

"Leave it to me?" Hermione thought for a moment, hesitated, "'Calm and courage in the past' ... what does it have to do with dung? I don't know ... Ah!"

"Remember what?" Harry said curiously.

Scrimgeour heard, and turned his attention to Hermione, as if to see what secrets Dumbledore had hidden in the will.

"No, in fact, I'm not sure if it is ..." Hermione said, looking up at the dung stone in her left and right, "Remember the year we started school, we went to stop the suspect who stole the magic stone. Son? In the last room, I knocked down a fake magic stone from Kilo, and it fell to the ground and was broken ... "

She looked at the dung stone, guessing, "You said, could that stone be the one made of this dung stone?"

"If that's the case, it's really worthy of your memory." Ron said utterly.

"The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure ..." Hermione exclaimed angrily, "I almost screwed up that time! If I hadn't done it any more, Voldemort would have never thought that he was holding a fake magic stone!"

"It doesn't look like that to me," said Maka with a smile. "The professor has always been intelligent. At that time, he took many things into consideration, but your courage in crisis has made the professor forget. I leave this thing to you, I must want to tell you that your courage was beyond his expectations! "

"Really? But what's the use of it ..." Hermione was slightly lost, "It's not a bad thing."

"No plan is exhaustive, even if it is Professor Dumbledore's plan," Maca explained, "but courage may be able to help you at crucial moments, no exception. If I'm telling you now, the piece of stone that you knocked down from Quillo at the time was actually the real magic stone, would you still think so? "

"That piece is the real one?" Hermione said in surprise. "Does it look like it's broken, is it actually a spell added by the professor?"

"No, I am just giving an example," said Maka, but her expression seemed ambiguous. "But who knows what the truth is?"

"Cough ..." Scrimgeour coughed, interrupting a few of their endless conversations, "and one last item--"

"Oh sorry, I have kept you waiting ..." Maca nodded. "Please continue!"

Scrimgeour nodded slightly, then lowered his head to read the passage previously read in the will.

"I leave a handful of ashes to Mr. Ronald Billy Weasley, hoping that he will have the confidence and happiness that belonged to him, and occasionally think of me."

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, about the size of a thumb. The bottle is transparent, and you can directly see that it is filled with some delicate gray dust. Like Hermione's dung stone, this small bottle also wore a silver chain, apparently allowing him to hang it around his neck.

"Hmm ... what?" Ron shook the vial, and the ash inside it tilted slightly, without showing any response.

"Maca?" He also cast a questioning glance at Maca.

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

"... Okay!" Ron nodded helplessly.

Scrimgeour saw this, and realized that it seemed that he could not find any clues. Then he raised the parchment paper in his hand and shook it gently so that he could read the last paragraph.

"I will ..." As soon as he spoke, he paused subconsciously, and a strange weirdness appeared on his face. "Well ... I gave a box of Bibidor beans to Mr. Maca McLean for sharing I might taste one before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic. I really hope that before I leave this world, I can eat a delicious multi-flavored bean. "

After all, Scrimgeour pulled out a candy box and shoved it directly into Maca's hands. This inexplicable will, however, attracted a lot of confrontation from Hermione and others.

"Bibiduo beans?"

Maca took a look at her hand, but found that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one before he surrendered, a veritable "share".

"What the professor left us is stranger than one?" Ron blinked, wondering what to say.

"Maca, this is left to you by the professor. Can you think of any reason?" Scrimgeour asked in a very straightforward way ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Who knows? Maca said unequivocally, "I think, probably when Professor Dumbledore wrote this will, he suddenly wanted to eat this Bibidor bean? I remember the professor once mentioned that he had eaten odorous beans twice in his life, one was vomiting and the other was earwax ... I think you can understand his mood. "

"Really ..." Scrimgeour shook his head, and his mouth twitched again. "Well ... So that's the case ... I mean, that's the end of the will's announcement. About the situation yesterday, later The ministry will send someone to ask you questions and write down ... I have other work, so I will be out of the company! "

"Mr. Scrimgeour, please walk slowly." Marka nodded at him, signalling that he knew.

When Scrimgeour got up and walked to the door, he paused on the way and then turned back again.

"Oh, by the way ... Mr. McLean, I hope you get well soon." After leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and left in a stride with the attention of everyone outside the door.

"Maca, this Bibiduweidu ... is that what you said?" Hermione seemed a little unbelieving, thinking that it might just be Maca's perfunctory of the new Minister of Magic.

"No, I don't really have any clue about this box of multi-flavored beans." Maca shook her head, then pointed to the small bottle in Ron's hand, "but about the bottle of ashes, I have some guesses ... ... Ron, would you mind showing me? "

As Maca said, she poured out a gummy bean and threw it into her mouth.

"... what a weird smell?" He frowned. "Speaking, I wonder how the professor knew that he ate earwax."