Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"The Will of Albus Percival Woolfrick Brian Dumbledore—I will leave the book "Golden Griffin from the Wilderness" to Mr. Harry James Potter, 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 dark brown leather cover book looks unremarkable. Compared to 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.

Harry subconsciously took it in his hand, then looked it over 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 asked suspiciously. "I think it's more appropriate to give Hermione or Maca than to give it to me... You all like reading books, don't you?"

Seeing him looking towards her, Maca shrugged at him.

"It doesn't hurt to read more books," Macca reminded nonchalantly. "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks that you can get something from those stories. Isn't it said in the professor's will, that is,'firm courage' Category?"

"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 leave a piece of dung stone to Miss Hermione Jane Granger, hoping it will remind her of the calm and courage of the past."

With that, Scrimgeour reached into the bag again, and really took out a small black and yellow ugly lump.However, this thing is also equipped with a slender silver necklace, which is totally inconsistent!

"This is indeed a small piece of cow dung stone." 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.

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

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

"Why is it a dung rock?" 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 was holding the dung stone carefully, with a weird expression. "No matter what we received, these are things that Professor Dumbledore gave us... They have real memorial value. ."

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

"Do you think... what does the professor 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 think you are the most First think about what the professor left you in his will."

"Leave it to me?" Hermione thought for a while, then hesitated, "'What's the calmness and courage of the past'...what does it have to do with the dung stone? I don't know...ah!"

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

Scrimgeour heard the sound and 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.

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

"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 I hadn't made this extra effort, Voldemort would have never thought that he had a fake Philosopher's Stone!"

"In my opinion, it's not like that," 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. He Leaving this thing to you must be to tell you that your bravery exceeded his expectations!"

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

"No plan is exhaustive, even Professor Dumbledore's plan." Maca explained, "but courage may help you at critical moments, no exception at any time. If I'm telling you now that the piece you dropped from Quirrell was actually the real Philosopher's Stone. Would you still think like this?"

"That piece is real?" Hermione said in surprise. "Could it be that the reason why it looks like it's broken is actually a spell cast 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 go ahead!"

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

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

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, about the size of a thumb.This bottle is transparent, and you can directly see that it is filled with some extremely delicate gray dust.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 little bottle and shook his head. "Anyway, you can put it away first. I don't think the professor will give away anything useless. "

"...Alright!" Ron nodded helplessly.

Upon seeing this, Scrimgeour 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 bibido flavored beans to Mr. MacLean to share Before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic for preservation, I might taste one. I really hope that I can eat a delicious multi-flavored bean before I leave this world."

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

"Bibidou 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 was a veritable "share".

"Is there something stranger than what 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.

"Who knows?" Maca said nonchalantly, "I think, probably when Professor Dumbledore was writing this will, he suddenly wanted to eat this bibido peas? I remember the professor once mentioned that in his life I have eaten multi-flavored beans twice, one is vomiting and the other is earwax...I think you can understand his mood."

"Really..." Scrimgeour shook his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched again, "Well... Since that's the case... I mean, that's the end of the announcement of the will. Regarding the specific situation yesterday, I will later The ministry will send someone to ask you for inquiries and record it... I have other jobs, so I will be out of company 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 back again.

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

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

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

While talking, Maca poured out a multi-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth.

"...What kind of smell is this?" He frowned. "Speaking of which, I'm really curious how the professor knew he was eating earwax?"