Chapter 1241

"Don't do it! Do you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?" Harry was the first to react.

"Finally remembered that this is not a school?" Scrimgeour's breath sprayed fiercely on Harry's face, "Finally remembered that I am not the Dumbledore who always tolerates your arrogance and rudeness? You can wear that scar like a crown, Potter, but that doesn't mean a seventeen-year-old kid can tell me what to do! You should learn to respect!"

"You deserve it!" Harry said.

"I deserve it!"

"You'd better calm down, otherwise, you may stay here. I promise that if you die, no one in the Ministry of Magic will even avenge you." Vanlin put one hand on Scrimgeour's hand.

"Besides, you have to know that without Voldemort, you are nothing. And if Voldemort comes back and you stand up, it will not solve the problem. You are destined to be a pitiful person..."

"What pitiful? I am the Minister of Magic!"

"Maybe it won't be tomorrow. Haven't you realized that all the information about Harry can be leaked. You still hold such a Ministry of Magic in your hands? Without any self-awareness, the people in the Ministry of Magic are just a bunch of idiots!"

"Besides, here, even if I kill you, the Ministry of Magic will not react. Wanted me? The Ministry of Magic can't even protect itself!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"I'm telling a fact!" said Flin, pushing Scrimgeour back. "Where were you when we were being chased by dozens of Death Eaters? Designing a shelter? Not enough manpower? Even the news was leaked from the Ministry of Magic!"

"You are playing with fire..." Scrimgeour pointed his wand at Flin, but before he could stretch out his wand, Flin's wand hit Scrimgeour's forehead first.

"Let's make a bet," Fanlin smiled, "Just bet, can you use a magic before I kill you!"

Fanlin stared at Scrimgeour's eyes coldly with pure blue, like a dagger, wantonly invading.

Fanlin originally sympathized with Scrimgeour, but Scrimgeour's attitude was too bad.

Now, they are not begging the Ministry of Magic, a completely empty Minister of Magic?

Ridiculous position, there are no rules now, right!

"Fanlin..." Harry felt a little panicked, Fanlin was a little strong...

The floor trembled, a sound of running footsteps came, and then the door of the living room suddenly exploded, and the Weasleys ran in. "We...we thought we heard it..." Mr. Weasley spoke first. When he saw Valin pointing his wand at Scrimgeour's forehead, he was so scared that he couldn't speak. Especially Valin's state, that cold look, the people of the Order of the Phoenix were too familiar with it. Valin was ready to fight...

"...Uh...a loud...sound." Mrs. Weasley said panting, her Adam's apple rolling up and down unconsciously.

"Very good, it seems you can...get out of here alive!" Valin smiled, still not intending to put away the wand, "Dumbledore, is there anything else to tell you? It looks like it's all here!"

Scrimgeour took two steps back slightly, and the coldness from his eyebrows continued to stimulate the nerves in his brain.

Valin could really kill him...

"No...nothing." He looked at Valin and Harry with resentment and said, "I...I am very disappointed with your attitude." He turned his face away forcibly, not facing Valin, and looked at Harry again. "It seems that you feel that the Ministry of Magic does not value what you... and Dumbledore... value. We should cooperate."

"I don't like your theory, Minister." Harry said, "Remember?" Once again, he raised his right hand and showed Scrimgeour the white scar on the back of his hand, "I shouldn't lie."

The expression on Scrimgeour's face froze. He turned 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 shouted: "He's gone!"

"What does he want to do?" Mr. Weasley asked, glancing at the several people present, "Why would you..."

Mrs. Weasley hurried back to the house.

"Give us what Dumbledore left us." said Vrin, "The contents of his will have just been announced."

Out in the garden, the three things Scrimgeour brought were above the table, passed from hand to hand. Everyone was sighing about the Deluminator and "The Story of Bibb the Bard", and felt sorry for Scrimgeour's refusal to hand over the sword, but no one could tell why Dumbledore left Harry an old Golden Snitch.

"As for why... maybe the Minister was not willing to give up!" said Vanlin, and no one continued to speak.

"Fortunately Sirius was not there at the time." Mr. Weasley sighed, "Didn't he give you anything?"

"Fawkes!" Vanlin said.

"Oh, yes, I've seen it..." Hagrid was a little envious, this divine bird from the East was more in line with Vanlin.

When Mr. Weasley was studying the Deluminator for the third or fourth time, Mrs. Weasley said tentatively, "Harry, dear, everyone is starving, we don't want to eat without waiting for you... Can we eat now?"

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

"See you upstairs." Harry said in Fan Lin's ear, while helping Mrs. Weasley clean up the garden together to restore its original appearance. "After everyone is in bed."

In the attic room, Ron was studying his Deluminator, and Harry was loading something into the donkeyskin bag Hagrid had given him. Instead of gold, he packed what he thought was the most valuable, although it seemed that It's worthless to go up there, including the Marauder's Thief's Map, D.A's contact gold coins, and some simple things.

He tightened the string at the top of the bag and tied it around his neck, then sat there holding the old Snitch and watching its wings flapping feebly.

Finally, Fan Lin and Hermione gently knocked on the door outside, and then tiptoed in.

"Close your ears and listen!" Hermione muttered a spell in a low voice and waved her wand in the direction of the stairs.

"I thought you disapproved of this spell!" Harry sighed.

"Things have changed," said Hermione. "Now show us the Deluminator."

Ron immediately obeyed.

He raised the deluminator in front of him and knocked it lightly. The only light that was burning in the room was immediately extinguished.

"The point is," Hermione whispered in the darkness, "we can achieve the same effect with the Permanent Darkness Powder from Peru." There was another soft sound, and the light flew back to the roof, illuminating them again.

"It's really cool." Ron said carefully. It is said that Dumbledore invented it himself! "

"I know, but he definitely didn't mention you alone in his will to help us light the lamp!" Fanlin said, "However, Dumbledore is a friend of Nicolas Flamel and has made achievements in alchemy. It doesn't make me feel weird."

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

"He must know!" said Hermione. "He couldn't tell us in his will why he left those things to us, but the will can't explain..."

"...Why didn't he give us any hints when he was alive?" Ron asked.

"To be more precise, then," said Hermione, tapping away at her copy of "The Tales of Bieber the Bard."

"If this stuff is important enough to have to pass right under the Ministry's nose and into our hands, then you think he's told us why...unless he thinks it's obvious that we can see it?"

"Then his plan failed, didn't it?" said Ron, "I always said there was something wrong with his brain. He was brilliant and a man, but his mind was broken. That left Harry with a Golden Snitch... after all. what does it mean?"

"I haven't got a clue," said Hermione. "When Scrimgeour gave it to you, Harry, something was going to happen to me!"

"Yes, then," said Harry, his pulse quickening as he took the Snitch between his fingers. "I didn't make any special effort to open it in front of Scrimgeour, did I?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.

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

Hermione just looked confused.

"This snitch should be the one you almost swallowed!" Fan Lin said, "Furthermore, snitches all have memories. Maybe Dumbledore will set this method to open."

"That's it!" Harry nodded vigorously. He put his lips to the golden snitch, his heart pounding.

The ball did not open. Feelings of frustration and disappointment overwhelmed him, and he dropped the golden ball, but Hermione cried out.

"Wait a minute! There is writing on it, look!"

Harry was so surprised and happy that he almost dropped the Snitch. Hermione was right. Five thin, raised italic characters appeared on the smooth golden sphere that was empty just now. Harry recognized them as Dumbledore's handwriting at a glance. I opened the last one... He barely read it before the line disappeared.

"I opened the last one...what does this mean?" Harry looked at Fan Lin at a loss.

Fan Lin was also a little confused at the moment. It should be the resurrection stone...

Fan Lin is a little unsure. Dumbledore's condition also needs the resurrection stone to stabilize. Now...

Hermione and Ron also shook their heads, confused.

"Open when closed...open when closed...open when closed..." But no matter how they repeated these words in various ways, they could not find any other meaning.

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

"Why didn't he tell me before?" Harry said quietly, "I was right there, and it was hanging on the wall in that office every time I talked to him last year! If he wanted to give me the sword, why? Wouldn't you give it then?"

He felt like he was taking a test, the answer was right in front of him, and he should know it, but his brain was always too slow to react. Did he miss something when he was talking to Dumbledore last year? Should he understand Dumbledore's intentions? Did Dumbledore hope he would understand?

"I can tell you clearly about this sword, Harry!" said Fan Lin, "You used this sword to kill the basilisk, and the sword of Gryffindor will absorb the substance that makes it powerful. Think about what will happen?"

"Substance...substance..."

"The sword of Gryffindor can destroy Horcruxes!" Hermione almost screamed, "But this sword does not have magic..."

"Remember that sentence, every excellent Gryffindor can draw this sword when needed. It is an ancient magic that even gods cannot break."

"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, it's an ancient magic, and it's inevitable that it will fail." Fan Lin said.

"That's right, but let's not talk about this for now. Now...there is also this book," said Hermione, "The Story of the Bard Bibb...I have never heard of this book..."

"You haven't heard of The Story of the Bard Bibb?" Ron said puzzledly.

"Actually, I don't know either. What about Harry?"

"Same!"

"Are you three kidding?" Ron said in surprise.

"No, I'm not kidding." Hermione said in surprise, "Do you know?"

"Yes, of course I know!"

Harry started to get excited. He didn't expect that Ron would read a book while Hermione and Vanlin hadn't.

But Ron seemed a little confused by their surprise.

"Oh, come on! Aren't all those old nursery rhymes written by Bibb? 'The Fountain of Good Luck';... 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot';... 'The Mean Bunny and Her Rotten Stump';..."

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," Hermione asked with a smile, "What was the last one?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Ron looked at Harry, Vanlin and Hermione in disbelief, "You must have heard of the Mean Bunny..."

"Ron, you should know that Vanlin and Harry grew up in Muggle families!" Hermione said, "We didn't hear that kind of story when we were young. We heard stories about 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'; and 'Cinderella';..."

"What is that? A disease?" Ron asked.

No one paid attention to Ron. In fact, Vanlin really hadn't read this fairy tale book. Who would hold on to a fairy tale for no reason? Besides, the Deathly Hallows...

"So all the stories in this book are fairy tales?" Hermione buried her head in those ancient texts again.

"Yeah," Ron said uncertainly, "I mean, all the old stories were written by Bibb. 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 a sound of something breaking downstairs.

"Probably Charlie, who sneaked out to change his hair back when his mother fell asleep." Ron said nervously.

"We should go to bed too." Hermione whispered, "Don't oversleep tomorrow."

"That's right," Ron agreed, "The groom's mother killing four people in a rage is a great spice at the wedding! I'll go get the lights."

He flicked the lights off again as Hermione and Vanlin left the room. (To be continued)