Chapter 1201 (2/2)

”I don't know.” Harry said, ”in terms of what you just said, I think it might be Tell me that as long as I persevere, I can get Anything. ”

”So you think it's just a token souvenir?”

”I think so.” Harry said, ”what else can it mean?”

”Now I'm asking questions.” Said scriinger, moving his chair closer to the sofa. At this time, the outside was already covered by the dusk, and the big white tent outside the window rose out of the fence.

”I noticed that your birthday cake was in the shape of a snitch,” scriinger said to Harry. ”Why is that?”

”The intention is obvious, isn't it? Harry is a good seeker, or, what secret message do you think Dumbledore will leave in the icing?”

”I don't think there's anything in the icing.” But snitch is a great place to hide small objects. I'm sure you know why? ”

Harry shrugged, but Hermione answered the question. Harry felt that answering questions was an irresistible hobby rooted in her soul.

”Because snitch has someone's memory.” She said.

”What?” Harry and Ron shared the same voice. They thought Hermione knew little about Quidditch.

”Right.” ”The snitch has never been touched by naked skin before it's released, and the maker is wearing gloves, and it's not even touched,” scriinger said. It's enchanted and can identify the first person to touch it with his hand when the game is in dispute. This snitch... ” He picked up the little golden ball

”Will remember your touch, Potter. I think Dumbledore has great magic power. No matter how many times he makes mistakes, he should have enchanted the snitch so that it can only be opened by you. ”

Harry's heart beat faster. He knew that slinger was right. How could he take the snitch in front of the Minister of magic?

”You won't say anything,” scriinger said. ”Maybe you already know what's in the snitch.”

”No,” said Harry, still wondering how to pretend to have touched the snitch with his hand. If he could, if he could, detect Hermione's thoughts, and he could almost hear her brain whirling around him.

”Take it.” Scriinger said calmly. Harry's eyes touched the minister's yellow eyes, and he knew he had no choice but to do it. He held out his hand, and scranger leaned out again, slowly and deliberately stuffed the snitch into Harry's palm.

Nothing happened.

Harry's tired wings fluttered a few times and then stopped as he clutched the snitch with his fingers together. Slinger, Ron and Hermione continue to focus on the partially obscured ball, as if hoping for some change.

”I think, Mr. Minister, if Dumbledore really left Harry something, he should have thought about it already, didn't he? Or, what would you like to see? ”

”I...”

”Undeniably, Mr. scrimber, you are a staunch advocate of war. Even we can seek some cooperation, but the problem is that...” ”There may be some problems with your placement.””Some questions?” Slinger suddenly raised the volume, and his patience with Dumbledore and the order of the Phoenix made him a little difficult to control

”I think, maybe you're out...”

”I can't deny, Mr. scrimber, you look like a drunk in a bad temper now, and you are far away from accepting the reality The last Minister of fudge has set a perfect example... ”

”For one, if you don't have a correct understanding of what you're going to do, then you'll completely block the way ahead...”

”You mean, my fault?”

”No, we are just differences of ideas, Mr. Minister!” Van Lin said calmly, ”I think you should, and you can't control everything, right? It's like this from the beginning. You have to admit that you made a wrong decision.”

”Listen to Dumbledore? Like fudge? ” Slinger is like an old lion with angry hair.

”I'm sorry, then, that you won't get anything from us.” Said Fanlin.

”It's a little dramatic.” Said Harry calmly.

Ron and Hermione both laughed.

”That's all, then, isn't it?” Hermione said as she stood up from the sofa.

”It's not over yet,” said Spranger, taking two deep breaths.

”Dumbledore also left you something, Potter ”

” what is it Harry asked, and everyone listened attentively.

Slinger didn't bother to read the will this time.

”The sword of Gryffindor.” Said scriinger.

For a moment, everyone froze.

Harry searched for traces of the ruby decorated hilt, but slinger did not take the sword out of the leather pocket, which looked too small to hold a sword.

”Where is the sword?” Harry asked suspiciously.

”Unfortunately,” said scrimger, ”that sword is not something Dumbledore has the right to give. The sword of Gryffindor is a valuable cultural relic. Things like this belong to... ”

”He belongs to every student in Gryffindor!” Said Fanlin.

”According to reliable historical records, the sword automatically appears whenever it meets an outstanding student of Gryffindor,” scriinger nodded. ”So that doesn't make it the sole property of Mr. Potter, no matter how Dumbledore decides.”

Slinger scratched his shaved face and looked at the faces of van Lin. ” Why do you think... ”

”Dumbledore wants to give me his sword, doesn't he?” Harry tried to hold back the excitement and let himself be as calm as possible and said, ”maybe he thinks that sword is more suitable for hanging on my wall.”

”It's not a joke, Potter!” Roared scriinger Is it because Dumbledore believed that only Godric Gryffindor's sword could defeat Slytherin's heirs? Did he give you that sword, Potter, because he believed, as many people believe, that you are the one who can destroy ”the one who can't even name”

”Interesting theory.” Harry said, ”has anyone ever tried to stab Voldemort with a sword? Maybe the Ministry of magic should find someone to try that, instead of wasting time on the lights out or covering up Azkaban's escape. So that's what you've been doing, Minister? Shut yourself up in the office, desperately trying to open a snitch? People have been killed I almost became one of them Voldemort chased me through three countries and killed mad eyed moody, but the Ministry of magic didn't say a word about it, did it? But you still expect us to cooperate with you! ”

”You're going too far!” Exclaimed scriinger, standing up. Harry jumped up, too. Slinger limped up to Harry and slammed the tip of his wand on Harry's chest. Harry's T-shirt burned a hole that looked like a cigarette.

”Hello Ron jumped up and raised his wand.