"The 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 I can find firmness and calmness from the story... "
Scrimgeour read this on a piece of parchment, then reached into the bag that contained the will and took out a book.
This book with a dark brown leather cover looks inconspicuous. Compared with those beautifully bound magic books, it actually looks more like a personal note. But on the cover of the book, there was a Gryffindor house emblem drawn on it.
Harry subconsciously took it in his hand, then carefully looked through it, and found that there was nothing unusual. This is a storybook with only large sections of text and pictures, but no magic as he imagined.
"This book records some of the adventures of Godric Gryffindor." Scrimgeour said casually.
Obviously, he must have turned it over and checked dozens of times.
"Why did the professor give me a book?" Harry asked doubtfully, "I think it would be more appropriate to give it to Hermione or Maka than to me... You all like reading, don't you?"
Seeing him looking towards her, Maka shrugged at him.
"It never hurts to read more books," Maka reminded nonchalantly. "Perhaps Professor Dumbledore thinks you can get something from those stories. Didn't the professor's will say something about 'firm courage'?" Category?"
"Uh..." Harry nodded blankly.
Scrimgeour had obviously lost interest in the book. After Maca and the others had a few words of conversation, he turned his attention back to the parchment with the will.
"... I left a fragment of the bezoar stone to Miss Hermione Jane Granger, hoping that it would remind her of her past calmness and courage."
As he spoke, Scrimgeour reached into the bag again, and really took out a small, ugly black and yellow lump. It just so happens that this thing is also paired with a slender silver necklace, which is so inconsistent!
"This is indeed a small piece of cow dung stone." Even the expressionless Scrimgeour couldn't help but twitching his lips at this moment, "The potion master in the ministry is very sure about this."
Hermione's hand shrank, but she finally took it.
In fact, it was because Dumbledore's funeral had just been held before, and now I heard that the professor had left something for him. This made her nose sore and her eyes red.
But when she found out that Dumbledore had left her a piece of bezoar, she was so surprised that she even forgot to shed tears.
"Why bezoar?" Ron looked at the small black object in Hermione's hand, his eyes widened and asked, "Why do I feel that I am no longer looking forward to what I will receive?"
"Don't say that..." Hermione held the bezoar carefully and said with a strange expression, "No matter what you receive, these are things given to us by Professor Dumbledore... They have real commemorative value."
Speaking of this, she looked at Maka hesitantly, lifted the bezoar in her hand and gestured.
"What do you think... Professor, what does this mean?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"Bezoar can be used for emergency detoxification and has a very good alleviation effect on many types of toxins..." Maka spread his hands and said, "However, although this is indeed a very practical gift, I think it is best for you First think about what the professor left you in his will."
"Leave me a message?" Hermione thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "What does 'past calmness and courage'... have to do with bezoars? I don't quite understand... ah!"
"What do you remember?" Harry asked curiously.
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, actually I'm not sure if it is..." Hermione said, looking at the bezoar in her hand, "I still remember the first year we entered school, when we went to stop a suspect who stole the Sorcerer's Stone. In the last room, I knocked a fake magic stone from Quirrell's hand, and it fell to the ground and was broken... "
She looked at the bezoar and couldn't help but guess: "Do you think that stone was made from this bezoar?"
"If that's the case, this is indeed worth keeping as a souvenir for you." Ron said suddenly.
"The professor must have wanted me to remember that failure..." Hermione said angrily, "I almost screwed up that time! If I hadn't made such a mistake, Voldemort would have never thought that what he was holding was a fake Sorcerer's Stone!"
"It doesn't look like that to me," Maka said with a smile, "The professor has always been very intelligent, and he took many things into consideration that time, but your courage in a crisis made even the professor miscalculate. He I leave this thing to you, I must want to tell you that your bravery is beyond his expectation!"
"Really? But what's the use of that..." Hermione said slightly disappointed, "It's not a bad thing."
"No plan is perfect, even Professor Dumbledore's plan." Maka explained, "But courage may help you at critical moments, no matter what. If I tell you now that the piece you knocked out of Quirrell's hand was actually the real Sorcerer's Stone, do you still think so?"
"Is that piece real?" Hermione asked in surprise. "Could it be that the reason why it looks like it was broken is actually a curse placed by the professor?"
"No, I'm just giving an example," Maka said, but her expression seemed a little 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..." Maka nodded and said, "Please continue!"
Scrimgeour nodded dryly, then lowered his head and continued reading the previously read passage in the will.
"I leave a handful of ashes to Mr. Ronald Biliers Weasley, hoping that he can gain the confidence and happiness that belongs to him, and by the way, he 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 contains some extremely fine gray dust. Like Hermione's bezoar, this small bottle also wore a silver chain, obviously allowing him to hang it around his neck.
"Hmm... what?" Ron shook the vial, and the ashes inside tilted slightly, but did not show any reaction.
"Maka?" He also cast a questioning look at Maka.
"Don't look at me, I can't guess everything," Maka looked at the small bottle, shook her head and said, "Anyway, you should put it away first, I don't think the professor will give you anything useless. "
"...Okay!" Ron nodded helplessly.
Seeing this, Scrimgeour realized that he seemed to have no clues, so he raised the parchment in his hand and shook it slightly so that he could read the last paragraph.
"I will..." As soon as he started, he paused subconsciously, and a rare and inexplicable weirdness appeared on his face, "Well... I will give a box of Bibi's multi-flavor beans to Mr. Macca McLean to share. I might try one before I give it to the Ministry of Magic to keep. I really hope I get to eat one of those delicious braai beans before I leave this world.”
After that, Scrimgeour took out a candy box and stuffed it directly into Maka's hand. This inexplicable will caused Hermione and others to look at each other for a while.
"Bibi's all-flavored beans?"
Maka took it in her hand and took a look, only to find that the box had obviously been opened. It seems that as stated in the will, Dumbledore tasted one before handing it over, which was a veritable "sharing".
"Are the things the professor left us weirder than the last?" Ron blinked, not knowing what to say.
"Maca, the professor left this for you, can you think of the reason?" Scrimgeour asked unusually straightforwardly.
"Who knows?" Maka said noncommittally, "I think maybe when Professor Dumbledore was writing this will, he suddenly wanted to eat these Bibi flavored beans? I remember the professor once mentioned that in his life I’ve only eaten braised beans twice, once with a vomit-flavored taste and another time with an earwax-flavored taste... I think you can understand how he feels.”
"Really..." Scrimgeour shook his head and twitched the corner of his mouth again, "Well... If that's the case... I mean, that's the end of the announcement of the will. Regarding yesterday's specific situation, the ministry will discuss it later. I’ll send someone to question you and record it... I have other work, so I’ll excuse you now!”
"Mr. Scrimgeour, please walk slowly." Maka nodded to him, indicating that she understood.
When Scrimgeour stood up and walked toward the door, he paused again on the way, and then turned around again.
"Oh, by the way... Mr. McClain, I hope you recover soon." After leaving these words, he opened the door and strode away under the gaze of everyone outside.
"Maka, these Bibi's Braised Beans...are they really what you said?" Hermione seemed a little unconvinced, thinking that it was probably Maka's excuse to deal with the new Minister of Magic.
"No, I really don't have a clue about this box of multi-flavor beans." Maka shook her head, then pointed to the small bottle in Ron's hand, "But I have some guesses about the bottle of ashes... Ron, do you mind showing it to me?"
As Maka spoke, she poured out a multi-flavor bean and threw it into her mouth.
"...What kind of weird smell is this?" He frowned and asked, "Speaking of which, I'm really curious how the professor knew that what he was eating was earwax-flavored?"