Chapter 1201 (1/2)
”You are obviously surprised! Don't you know Dumbledore has something for you? ”
”We?” Ron said, ”how many more of us?”
”Yes, the four of you...”
But Harry interrupted. ”Dumbledore has been dead for more than a month. Why did he give us his relics so long?”
”Isn't that obvious?” Before scranger could speak, Hermione said, ”they want to know what he left us. You have no right to do that! ” Her voice trembled slightly.
”I have every right,” scranger said scornfully. ”The proper confiscation Act gives the Ministry of magic the right to confiscate everything in a will...”
”But the problem is, that law was enacted to prevent the transmission of black magic items between witches,” Hermione said rudely. ”And the Ministry of magic should have enough evidence to prove that the remains of the dead are illegal before they can be confiscated! You mean, you think what Dumbledore wants to leave us is something cursed? ”
”Do you intend to develop in the legal profession in the future, Miss Granger?” Scuranger asked.
”No, I'm not interested,” retorted Hermione. ”I just want to do something good for the world!”
The legal profession?
I'm afraid Hermione will take your seat in the future
Fanlin looked at scrimber sadly, which successfully attracted the attention of scrimber.
”Is there anything you want to say, Mr. al.”
”I don't think it's necessary for us to engage in meaningless competition here.”
”Yes.” Slinger looks at Van Lin calmly.
”I'm surprised Mr. Minister, Dumbledore has a better candidate than you to dispose of these relics. Of course, it can not be denied that you are a leader... ”
”What do you want to say?”
Harry couldn't wait for van Lin to speak.
”Then how did you decide to return our things? Can't you think of any excuse to make it? ”
”No, that's because it's been thirty-one days.” Hermione immediately said, ”you can't keep holding until you can prove that it's dangerous. Right? ”
No one answered Hermione. Obviously, the girl was infinitely close to the truth.
”Is Dumbledore close to you, Ronald?”
”Me? No - not too close It's like Harry and van Lin are... ” Ron looks at Harry, van leen and Hermione, who keeps giving him the ”shut up” look, but it's too late, and slinger seems to have the answer he wants.
He chased Ron like a predator.
”If you are not so close to him, why would you be mentioned in your will? His personal legacy is very small, most of his property His private library, magic items and other personal property It's all for Hogwarts. Why do you think you can be chosen? ”
”I I don't know, ”said Ron.” I I said not so close I mean, I think he likes me... ”
”You are always so modest, Ron,” said Hermione. ”Dumbledore likes you very much.”
As Harry knows, Ron and Dumbledore have never been alone, and direct contact is negligible.
But slinger didn't seem to listen. He reached into his cloak, took out a donkey's skin bag much larger than Hagrid had given Harry, took out a roll of parchment, and read aloud, ”albus Percival woolfrick Brian Dumbledore's last wish Ah, here I'll leave my dimmer to Ronald Billies Weasley, hoping he'll think of me whenever he uses it
Slinger took from his bag something Harry had seen before: it looked a bit like a silver lighter, but Harry knew that it had the power to suck out all the light in a place and could be restored with a tap.
Spranger leaned forward and handed Ron the dimmer, which he held in his hand and looked over and over.
”It's a priceless thing.” Scriinger looked at Ron and said, ”and maybe there's only one in the world. It must have been designed by Dumbledore himself. Why did he leave you such a rare thing? ”
Ron shook his head in bewilderment.
”Dumbledore has taught thousands of students,” scrimger affirmed, ”but in his will he only remembers the four of you. Why? What does he think you can do with the dimmer, Mr. Weasley? ”
”If I want to guess,” Ron muttered, ”what else can I do with it?”
It's clear that slinger has no clue. He squinted at Ron for a moment, then looked back at Dumbledore's will.
”I leave my book, the story of the minstrel Bieber, to miss Hermione gene Granger, hoping that she will have fun and knowledge from it.” Slinger pulled a little book out of his bag. It looked very old. It was as old as the secret of the top black magic upstairs. The binding was dirty and many places were broken.Hermione took the book from scriinger without saying a word. She put the book on her lap and watched.
Harry found that the title of the book was written in ancient Chinese. He had never learned it and couldn't understand it. He saw a tear fall on the protruding emblems.
”Why do you think Dumbledore left you this book, Miss Granger?” Scuranger asked.
”He He knows I love reading. ” Hermione said with a heavy nasal voice as she wiped her tears with her sleeve. ”But why do I have to leave you this book?”
”I don't know. He must think I'll like it. ”
”Have you discussed with Dumbledore the use of passwords or other means to deliver secret messages?”
”No, I didn't Hermione is still wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
”If the Ministry of magic hasn't found any hidden codes in this book for 31 days, I'm afraid I can't do it either Versitty Hermione refused to answer, and the girl was weeping.
Hermione tried to suppress her sobs, but the thought of Dumbledore made her feel a little bit out of control.
Van Lin held out his hand and held Hermione in his arms. ”I think you can continue.”
Scrimber nodded. ”Here's Harry James Potter,” he said, as he read it. Harry felt a surge of excitement. ”I'll leave him the snitch he caught in the first Quidditch game at Hogwarts, hoping he'll remember that it's a reward for his skill and determination.”
When slinger took the golden ball the size of a walnut from his bag, his silver wings flapped powerlessly. Harry couldn't help feeling a deep sense of loss.
”Why did Dumbledore leave you the snitch?” Asked scriinger.