Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

“Albus · Percival · Wulfric · Brian Dumbledore’s Will – I left the book “Griffin from the Wilderness” to Harry James Potter, hoping that he can find firmness and calmness from the story…”

Scrimgeour read it here as a parchment, and then he put his hand into the bag of the former testament and took out a book.

This dark brown leather cover book doesn’t look good, it looks more like a private note than the beautifully bound magic book. Just on the cover of the book, I painted a Gryffindor badge.

Harry subconsciously took it to his hand and then carefully looked through it and found that there was nothing unusual. This is a storybook with only a large section of text and graphics, not what magic he imagined.

“There are some of the adventures about Godric Gryffindor in this book,” Scrimgeour said casually.

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

“Why should the professor send me a book?” Harry wondered. “I think it’s more appropriate to give it to Hermione or Marx than to me… you all like reading, don’t you?”

Seeing him looking at himself, Marx shrugged at him.

“There is no harm in reading a book,” Marx reminded, as he said nothing. “Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks that you can get something from those stories. Didn’t the professor’s widow say “firm courage”? ”

“Oh…” Harry looked at the nodded face.

Scrimgeour obviously lost interest in the book, and when Marx talked a few words, he turned his attention back to the parchment with the will.

“…I left a piece of dung stone to Hermione Jane Mass Granger, hoping it would remind her of the calm and courage of the past.”

Scrimgeour put his hand into the bag again and then took out a small black ugly lumpy piece. However, this thing is also equipped with a slender silver necklace, which is completely confusing!

“This is indeed a small piece of cow dung.” Even the Scrimgeour of expressionless can’t help but pull the mouth at the moment. “The potion division in the ministry is very positive about this.”

Hermione’s hand shrank, but eventually it was taken over.

In fact, it was because I had just hosted Dumbledore’s funeral before, and now I heard the professor leave something for himself. This made her a bit sore and her eyes red.

But when I knew that Dumbledore had left a piece of dung stone for her, she was so surprised that she even forgot the flow of tears.

“Why is it a dung stone?” Ron looked at the dark little thing in Hermione’s hand, his eyes straightened. “How do I feel that I am not expecting anything I will receive?”

“Don’t say that…” Hermione carefully held the dung stone and looked strangely. “No matter what you receive, this is what Professor Dumbledore has given us… they have real commemorative value.”

Having said that, she hesitated to look at Marx and lifted the dung stone in her hand to indicate it.

“What do you think… what does this mean?” Hermione asked hesitantly.

“The dung stone can be used for emergency detoxification and has a good alleviation effect on many types of toxins…” Marx spread his hand. “However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you are best. Think about what the professor left to you in the will.”

“Leave me the words?” Hermione thought, thinking hesitantly, “’The calmness and courage of the past’… What does it have to do with the dung stone? I don’t know too… Ah!”

“What did you think of?” Harry was curious.

Scrimgeour smelled and put his attention on Hermione, as if to see what secret Dumbledore had hidden in the will.

“No, actually, I am not sure whether it is…” Hermione said, the left and right sides of the stone in the hand, “Remember the year when we first entered school, we stopped the suspect who stole Philosopher’s Stone. In the last room, I dropped a fake Philosopher’s Stone from Quirrell, and it fell on the ground and was shattered…”

She looked at the dung stone and could not help but speculated: “You said, will that stone be the stone?”

“If that’s the case, it’s really worth your commemoration.” Ron stunned.

“The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure…” Hermione said with annoyance. “I almost messed up that time! If it weren’t for me, Voldemort would have thought that he was taking fake Philosopher’s Stone!”

“It’s not like that,” Marx said with a smile. “Professor has always been superb, and he has considered a lot of things that time, but your courage in a crisis has made the professor miscalculated. He will This thing is left for you, I must want to tell you that your courage has exceeded his expectations!”

“Yes? But what’s the use…” Hermione lost a little, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“There is no plan to make a plan, even if it is the plan of Professor Dumbledore.” Marx explained, “Courage may help you at a critical moment, no matter what time. If I tell now You, the piece you knocked down from Quirrell at the time was actually Philosopher’s Stone, would you still think so?”

“Is that piece really true?” Hermione said with amazement. “Is it because it looks like it’s broken, is it a professor’s curse?”

“No, I’m just an example,” Marx said, but his expression was a bit ambiguous. “Who knows what the truth is?”

“cough cough…” Scrimgeour coughed and interrupted a few of their endless conversations. “There is the last item -“

“Oh, sorry, I have kept you waiting…” Marx nodded, “Please continue!”

Scrimgeour was dryly nodded dry, then bowed down and read the passages that I had read before.

“I will leave a ash to Ronald Billiers, Mr. Weasley, hoping that he will get the confidence and happiness that belongs to him, and occasionally think of me.”

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, about one thumb. The bottle is transparent and can be seen directly inside with some delicate gray dust. Like Hermione’s dung stone, this small bottle is also wearing a silver chain, which is obvious to allow him to hang around his neck.

“Well… what?” Ron shook the vial, and the ash inside it tilted a little, but did not show any reaction.

“Marx?” He also cast a look at Marx.

“Don’t look at me, I can’t guess anything,” Marx looked at the small bottle and shook his head. “In short, you should collect it first. I don’t think the professor will give anything that is useless.”

“…all!” Ron helpless took his head.

When Scrimgeour saw it, it seemed that he couldn’t get any clues. He raised the parchment in his hand and gently licked it so that he could read the last paragraph.

“I will…” Just started, he paused subconsciously, and his face was inexplicably a strange spectacle. “Well… I will share a box of more than a lot of beans to Marx McLorne. Before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic, I might taste one. I really hope that I can have a delicious multi-flavored bean before I leave this world.”

After all, Scrimgeour pulled out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Marx’s hand. This inexplicable will led to a good look at Hermione and the others.

“Bibi more delicious beans?”

Marx took a look at his hand and found that the box had apparently been opened. It seems that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one before he handed it out, which was not just in name only, but also in reality.

“What is the strange thing that the professor left us? Is it strange?” Ron blinked and didn’t know what to say.

“Marx, this is what the professor left for you. Can you think of it?” Scrimgeour asked in an unusual and straightforward way.

“Who knows?” Marx indifferent expression Authentic, “I think, probably Professor Dumbledore suddenly wanted to eat this more than the beans when writing this will? I remember the professor once mentioned that he would eat in his life. After two times of multi-flavored beans, one is vomiting, the other is astringent… I think you can understand his mood.”

“Is it…” Scrimgeour shook his head and his mouth was pumping. “Well… since that is the case… I mean, the announcement of the will ends here. About the specific situation of yesterday, later. I will send someone to ask you and record it… I have other jobs, I will be lost first!”

“Mr. Scrimgeour, please go slowly.” Marx nodded him, indicating that he knew.

When Scrimgeour got up and walked to the door, he took another step on the way and then came back again.

“Oh, yes… Mr. McLorne, I hope that you will recover soon.” After leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and left the star in the eyes of everyone outside the door.

“Marx, this is more than a multi-flavored bean… Is that what you said?” Hermione seems to be unbelievable, thinking that it was probably the pretext of Marx’s new Minister of Ministry of Magic.

“No, I don’t really have a clue about this box of beans.” Marx shook his head, but then pointed to the small bottle in Ron’s hand. “But about the bottle of ashes, I have some guesses… Ron Don’t you mind showing me?”

As Marx said, he poured out a multi-flavored bean and threw it into his mouth.

“…what is this strange smell?” he frowned. “Speaking, I am really curious how the professor knows that he is eating the ear odor?”