Chapter 515 Dumbledore's gift

Will of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore - I leave the book The Golden Gryphon from the Wild to Mr Harry James Potter, in the hope that He can find firmness and calmness from the story...

Scrimgeour read up to this point according to a piece of parchment, then reached into the bag containing the will before and took out a book.

This dark brown cowhide-bound book looks inconspicuous. Compared with those beautifully bound magic books, it actually looks more like a personal notebook. It's just that on the cover of that book, there is a Gryffindor College emblem marked.

Harry subconsciously received it in his hand, then looked through it carefully, and found that there was nothing unusual. This is a storybook, there are only large paragraphs of text and pictures in it, and there is no magic as he imagined.

This book records some of the adventures of Godric Gryffindor. Scrimgeour said casually.

Obviously, he must have checked it dozens of times.

Why did the professor give me a book? Harry asked suspiciously, I think it would be more appropriate to give it to Hermione or Maca instead of me... You all like to read books, don't you?

Seeing him looking in his direction, Maca shrugged at him.

There's no harm in reading more books, Maca reminded nonchalantly, Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks that you can get something from those stories. Didn't the professor's will say that 'steadfast courage' Category?

Uh... Harry nodded blankly.

Scrimgeour had obviously lost interest in that book, and after Maca and the others had a few conversations, he turned his gaze back to the parchment with the will written on it.

...I leave a fragment of a bezoar to Miss Hermione Jane Granger, hoping it will remind her of her former calm and courage.

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

It's indeed a small piece of cow dung. Even the expressionless Scrimgeour couldn't help twitching his mouth at this moment, The potion masters in the ministry are very sure of this.

Hermione flinched her hand, but finally took it.

In fact, it was originally because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, and now I heard that the professor left something for himself. This made her nose sore and her eyes red.

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

Why is it a bezoar? Ron looked at the small black thing in Hermione's hand, his eyes straightened, Why do I feel that I don't expect much from what I will receive?

Don't say that... Hermione carefully held the bezoar, with a strange expression on her face, No matter what you receive, these are gifts from Professor Dumbledore... They have real commemorative value .”

Having said that, she looked at Maca hesitantly, and raised the bezoar in her palm as a gesture.

What do you think ... the professor means? Hermione asked hesitantly.

Bezoars can be used for emergency detoxification, and have a very good relieving effect on many types of toxins... Maca spread his hands, However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think you are the most Better think about what the professor left you in his will.

Leave it to me? Hermione thought for a while and hesitated, What does the 'calmness and courage of the past'... have to do with bezoars? I don't quite understand...Ah!

What do you remember? Harry asked curiously.

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

No, I'm actually not sure if it's... Hermione said,

He looked at the bezoar in his hand from left to right, Do you still remember when we went to stop the suspect who stole the Sorcerer's Stone when we first entered school? In the last room, I knocked a fake stone from Quirrell's hand. The Sorcerer's Stone, it fell to the ground and was broken...

Looking at the bezoar, she couldn't help guessing: You said, could that stone be made of this bezoar?

If that's the case, it's really worth keeping as a souvenir for you. Ron suddenly said.

The professor must want me to remember that failure... Hermione said angrily, I almost screwed up that time! If I hadn't made a fuss, Voldemort would never have realized that he was holding a fake Philosopher's Stone!

It doesn't look like that to me, Maca said with a smile. The professor has always been very intelligent. He considered many things that time, but your courage in a crisis made the professor miscalculate once. He Leaving this thing to you must be to tell you that your bravery has exceeded his expectations!

Really? But what's the use of that... Hermione said slightly disappointed, 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 Let me tell you now, the piece you knocked out from Quirrell was actually the real Sorcerer's Stone, do you still think so?

That piece is the real one? Hermione asked in surprise, Could it be that the reason why it looks broken is actually a spell cast by the professor?

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

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

Oh, sorry for keeping you waiting... Maca nodded and said, Please continue!

Scrimgeour dryly nodded slightly, then lowered his head and continued to read the passage in the will that he had read before.

I leave a pinch of ashes to Mr. Ronald Biliers Weasley, hoping that he will get the confidence and happiness that belong to him, and by the way, he will think of me occasionally.

Ron took a small bottle from Scrimgeour, about the size of a thumb. This bottle is transparent, and you can directly see that there are some extremely delicate gray dust inside. Like Hermione's bezoar, the vial wore a silver chain, apparently to allow him to hang it around his neck.

Hmm... what? Ron shook the vial, and the ashes inside tilted a little, but he didn't show any reaction.

Maka? He also cast a questioning look at Maca.

Don't look at me, I can't guess everything, Maca looked at the small bottle, shook his head and said, Anyway, you should put it away first, I don't think the professor will send some useless things.

...Okay! Ron nodded helplessly.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour realized that there seemed to be no clues, so he raised the parchment in his hand and shook it lightly so that he could read the last paragraph of text.

I will... Just as he opened his mouth, he paused subconsciously, with a rare inexplicable strangeness appearing on his face, Well... I will give a box of Bibi multi-flavored beans to Mr. Maca McLean to share , before I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping, I might taste one. I really hope I can eat a delicious varietal bean before I leave this world.

After finishing speaking, Scrimgeour took out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Maca's hand. This inexplicable will, however, attracted Hermione and the others to stare at each other for quite a while.

Bibi multi-flavored beans?

Maca took a look in his hand, only to find that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that, as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted a grain himself before handing it over, which is a veritable sharing.

Isn't the thing the professor left us getting weirder? Ron blinked, not knowing what to say.

Maka, this is left to you by the professor. Can you think of the reason? Scrimgeour asked bluntly.

Who knows? Maca said noncommittally, I think, when Professor Dumbledore was writing this will, he suddenly wanted to eat these Bibi flavored beans? I remember the professor once mentioned that he I’ve only eaten multi-flavored beans twice, one smelled of vomit, and the other smelled of earwax... I think you can understand his mood.”

Really... Scrimgeour shook his head, and the corners of his mouth twitched again, Well... If that's the case... I mean, that's the end of the announcement of the will. Regarding yesterday's specific situation, we will discuss later The Ministry will send someone to inquire about you and record it... I have other jobs, so I will excuse you first!

Mr. Scrimgeour, please go slowly. Maca nodded to him, signaling that she understood.

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

Oh, by the way...Mr. McLean, I hope you recover soon. After leaving such a sentence, he opened the door and strode away under the gaze of everyone outside.

Maca, these bibi multi-flavored beans...is it really what you said? Hermione seemed a little unconvinced, thinking that it might be an excuse for Maca to perfunctory the new Minister of Magic.

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

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

...What kind of strange smell is this? He frowned. Speaking of which, I'm really curious how the professor knows that what he eats smells like earwax?