Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 515: Dumbledore’s gift

"The Will of Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore-I leave the book "Golden Griffin from the Wild" to Harry James Potter Sir, I hope he can find firmness and calmness from the story..."

Scrimgeour read here on a piece of parchment, then reached into the bag containing the will and took out a book.

This book with a dark brown leather cover looks unremarkable. Compared with those beautifully bound magic books, it actually looks more like a personal notebook. Only on the cover of that book, there was a badge of Gryffindor College painted.

Harry took it in his hand subconsciously, then looked over it carefully, and found that there was nothing unusual. This is a storybook, with only a large section of text and pictures in it, and there is no magic in his imagination.

"This book contains some records about Godric Gryffindor's adventures." Scrimgeour said casually.

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

"Why did the professor give me a book?" Harry said in a puzzled way. "I think it's more appropriate to give Hermione or Maca than to give it to me... You all like to read books, don't you? "

Seeing him looking towards him, Maca shrugged at him.

"It doesn't hurt to read more books," Macca reminded nonchalantly, "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something out of those stories. Didn't it say in the professor's will,'firmly "Courage" or something?"

"Uh..." Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour had obviously lost interest in that book. After Maca and the others had a few conversations, he returned his gaze to the parchment with the will.

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

Speaking, Scrimgeour reached into the bag again, and he really took out a small black and yellow ugly lump. But this thing is also equipped with a slender silver necklace, which is a sense of violation!

"This is indeed a small piece of cow dung rock." Even Scrimgeour, who was expressionless, couldn't help but draw the corners of his mouth at this moment. "The potions master in the department is very sure of this."

Hermione's hand shrank, but finally took it over.

Actually, because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, now I heard the professor left something for me. This made her a bit sore and her eyes were red.

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

"Why is it a dung stone?" Ron looked at the little dark thing in Hermione's hand, his eyes straightened, "How do I feel that I don't expect to receive anything anymore. ?"

"Don't say that..." Hermione carefully held the dung stone with a weird face, "No matter what we received, this is what Professor Dumbledore gave us... They have real Commemorative value."

Speaking of this, she looked at Maca hesitantly, and raised the dung stone in her palm for a sign.

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

"The dung stone can be used for emergency detoxification, and it has a good relieving effect on many kinds of toxins..." Maca said, "However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I I think you'd better think about what the professor left you in the will."

"Leave it to me?" Hermione thought for a while, and hesitated, "What does the ‘calm and courage of the past’...have to do with the dung stone? I don’t know much...ah!"

"What do you think of?" Harry curiously asked.

When Scrimgeour heard the sound, he also turned his attention to Hermione, as if he wanted to see what secrets Dumbledore had hidden in this will.

"No, I'm actually not sure if it is..." Hermione said, looking at the dung stone in her hand from left to right, "Remember when we first entered school, we went to stop the suspicion of stealing the Philosopher's Stone. Is it human? In the last room, I knocked down a fake Philosopher’s Stone from Quirrell’s hand, and it fell to the ground and was broken..."

She looked at the dung rock and couldn't help but guess: "You said, could that stone become this dung rock?"

"If that's the case, this is indeed worth keeping as a memorial." Ron said suddenly.

"The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure..." Hermione said annoyedly, "I almost messed up that time! If it weren't for me to do this, Voldemort would have never thought that he was using fake magic. Stone!"

"It's not like that in my opinion," Maca smiled. "The professor has always been wise. He took many things into consideration at that time, but your courage in the crisis made the professor miscalculate. Back. He left this thing to you, he must want to tell you that your bravery is beyond his expectations!"

"Really? But what's the use..." Hermione said slightly, "it's not a bad thing."

"No plan is exhaustive, even the plan of Professor Dumbledore." Maca explained, "but courage may help you at critical moments, not at any time. Exception. If I tell you now that the piece you dropped from Quirrell was actually the real Philosopher’s Stone, would you still think that way?"

"That piece is real?" Hermione was surprised, "Could it be said that the reason why it looks like it was broken is actually a spell added by the professor?"

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

"Ahem..." Scrimgeour coughed dryly, interrupting their endless conversation, "There is one last item--"

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

Scrimgeour nodded slightly, then lowered his head and read the passage from the will.

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

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, about the size of a thumb. This bottle is transparent, and you can directly see that there is some delicate gray dust inside. Like Hermione's dung stone, this little bottle was also wearing a silver chain, which obviously allowed him to hang around his neck.

"Um...what?" Ron shook the vial, and the ashes inside tilted a little, but showed no response.

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

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

"...Okay!" Ron nodded helplessly.

When Scrimgeour saw this, he realized that there seemed to be no clues, so he raised the parchment in his hand and shook it gently so that he could read the last paragraph.

"I will..." Just as he spoke, he subconsciously paused, a rare weirdness appeared on his face, "Well... I will give a box of Bibi Duo beans to Maca Mike Mr. Lane shared that I might taste one before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic for preservation. I really hope that I can eat a delicious multi-flavored bean before I leave this world."

After that, Scrimgeour took out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Maca's hand. This inexplicable will drew the eyes of Hermione and others.

"Bibiduo flavored beans?"

Maca took a look at it, but found that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted a pill before handing it over, which is a veritable "share".

"Is something stranger than the one the professor left us?" Ron blinked, he didn't know what to say.

"Maca, this is left to you by the professor. Can you think of the reason?" Scrimgeour asked very straightforwardly~IndoMTL.com~Who knows? Maca said nonchalantly, "I think, probably when Professor Dumbledore was writing this will, he suddenly wanted to eat this Bibidou flavored peas, right?" I remember the professor once mentioned that he had eaten multi-flavored 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 the corners of his mouth twitched again, "Um... Since that's the case... I mean, that's the end of the announcement of the will. Regarding the specific circumstances of yesterday. , The ministry will send someone to ask you for inquiries later, and record it... I have other jobs, so I’m going to leave it first!"

"Mr. Scrimgeour, please go slowly." Maca nodded at him, indicating that he knew.

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

"Oh, yes...Mr. McLean, I hope you get well soon." After leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and walked away under the gaze of everyone outside.

"Maca, this Bibidou bean... is that exactly what you said?" Hermione seemed a little unbelievable, thinking that it might have been Maca's perfunctory excuse for the new Minister of Magic.

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

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

"...What's this strange smell?" He frowned, "Speaking of which, I'm really curious how did the professor know that he was eating earwax?"