[SSHP] End of life

The author has something to say: Let me give you a friendly reminder again, laughing. SS will not be able to come out for a while, so Xiaoha has to think about him or someone else to make a point or two.If he doesn't appear in person, no matter who mentions him, I won't count him as appearing.I will mark the chapters that he does not appear in this period of time in the title.

The development of the plot will follow the main line for a while, with a little change but not too much.Some things are either useful in the later stage, or I think they reflect the character of the characters in the original work, so I can't skip it.If you just want to watch SS, you can fatten up for a few days.I'll try to be faster as well.

It was just before five o'clock on the morning of the wedding and everyone was up.Harry and Fred were in the garden trying to keep the goblins from biting the ankles of the guests.Hermione walked up and down the garden spraying purple and gold banners from the tip of her wand, while turning the leaves into all sorts of brilliant colours.Ron walked around Hermione biting the pie, admiring loudly, and Hermione smiled shyly, blushing.

At six o'clock, a figure loomed at the end of the path.Fred noticed the figures first, and called out George's name, and the two of them were mainly responsible for standing on the path to welcome the guests.

George was tidying up the seat, and he ran over in response loudly, making fun of Fred's ears that became better after they were less blocked: Although Fred's injured ear hadn't fully healed, but after initial treatment There is no need to wrap gauze anymore.

The two brothers walked towards the path while laughing and making noise.Their voices stopped abruptly when they reached the edge of the garden.

Noticing the strange silence that had suddenly fallen, Harry straightened up and looked into the distance.Figures slowly approaching from the morning mist were Percy and Scrimgeour.Fred and George looked at each other, one went up to meet them, and the other ran back into the house.

Scrimgeour limped toward the garden, his long gray hair almost melting into the mist.Harry found that he was thin and haggard, as if 15 years had passed on him in this short half month.However, he was wearing a good wizard robe, which was very straight, which made him look a little more energetic.Percy followed him, wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses, with a strange expression on his face, as if trying to be official and polite.

Mr. Weasley hurried out of the room to meet him. His eyes were still covered with gauze, and his glasses were missing a lens, hanging crookedly on his face.He subconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes as he walked.

"Minister—" He stretched out his right hand, which he had just clearly wiped all the way.

"Congratulations to Bill first. Congratulations on his marriage to Miss Delacour," said Scrimgeour, extending his hand to Mr. Weasley's.

Mrs. Weasley ran out after him. "Oh—Percy! I knew, at your brother's wedding, you would..." Seeing Percy, she rushed to hug him, tears filling her eyes.

Harry heard Ron snort softly.The sound was not loud, and he might be the only one who noticed it.He turned his head, and Ron was staring intently at Molly's back.

Percy cleared his throat uncomfortably and pushed Molly away.

Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to notice her son's indifference at all, and greeted hurriedly: "You guys come early, go and sit first. The guests should not be until noon..."

Scrimgeour smiled politely: "I'm sorry, I regret that I have to miss the wedding scene today. I have other things to do here, can I talk to Mr. Harry Potter, Miss Hermione Granger Speak to Mr Ron Weasley alone?"

Mrs. Weasley's expression froze for a moment.But soon, her smile returned to her face: "Of course. George, the tea in the cupboard—"

"Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I'm in a hurry," said Scrimgeour, nodding to Molly, and heading into the house.Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at each other and followed.

Percy cleared his throat again behind them, his footsteps stopping at the Burrow door.Mrs. Weasley asked hesitantly: "Percy, why don't you go in and sit for a while—" Harry found that her tone was obviously a little raw, and the enthusiasm when they first met had disappeared.

"I—no, I'll just stand here and wait," said Percy.Harry pricked up his ears, but he missed the rest of the conversation.Wanting to keep it a secret, Scrimgeour decided to go upstairs to Ron's room to talk.

The three followed Scrimgeour up the stairs and into Ron's room.Ron's face flushed, and he rushed over and quickly folded the quilt that he hadn't made when he got up in the morning, and threw his pajamas and a few dirty clothes on the quilt.As Harry closed the door, Scrimgeour drew out his wand, and placed a Locking Charm and a Silencing Charm on the door.Realizing that the Minister's wand was finally aimed at the door, Harry took his hand out of his trouser pocket.

Scrimgeour seemed unaccustomed to a room without a desk.He hesitated standing in the room, sat on Ron's bed, and motioned for three people to stand opposite him.Hermione looked around, picked up Ron's clothes and turned them into a very beautiful openwork carved bench.Before the three of them sat down, Ron squeezed Harry and made a V sign behind his back.

Harry secretly smiled inwardly.

Scrimgeour drew a bag from his coat, and from it pulled a piece of parchment.He looked around the faces of the three and began to read the words aloud: "The will of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore..."

The will is not long, so it will be finished soon.There are no words of encouragement above, and no other information.Truth be told, it never occurred to Harry that Dumbledore would leave a bequest to them both.He turned his head and glanced at Ron. Ron's expression was very confused, obviously still wondering what Dumbledore had left him with for the Deluminator.Hermione looked pensive. The relic Dumbledore gave her was a book of fairy tales that all little wizards had read.Although she is a Muggle-born wizard, she has certainly read this book as a know-it-all.And Harry, the relic he got was a Snitch, the one he caught in his first Quidditch match.

"So, where are our things?" Seeing that Scrimgeour hadn't moved for a long time, Harry asked.Dumbledore must have left them some hint on it, he knew Harry was confused and wanted to continue guiding him.Harry was thrilled to think of Dumbledore in his office, smiling and marking these objects with codes that only they could understand.He was eager to get the items that belonged to him, as if he could feel Dumbledore's ardent expectations for him, and he could fill this expectation with courage and carry them along the way.

"Have you kept these items that belonged to us untouched?" Hermione asked coldly.

Hermione's words came out, and Harry belatedly thought of a question - Dumbledore has been dead for a long time, why is his will only known to them now?Did the Ministry think Dumbledore would leave behind something of great value?He sneered, looking into Scrimgeour's eyes.

"Of course we're going to check! Under the Righteous Forfeiture Act—"

Harry and Ron heard a term they had never heard before.They look at each other.

"You suspect that the things that Dumbledore left us are dark magic items?!" Hermione roared loudly, "He is the greatest white wizard! I know why you agreed to give them to us before the deadline You can’t find out by yourself, want to get the answer from us?! Let me tell you, don’t even think about it!”

Scrimgeour seemed displeased, but said nothing.He took a small stick out of his pocket and handed it to Ron.Ron took it and played with the research repeatedly in his hands, looking more confused than before.Scrimgeour's yellow eyes were fixed on Ron, as if watching Ron's reaction carefully.Not long after, he found that Ron didn't even know how to use the Deluminator, so he looked away regretfully.

Hermione was next to get the relic.It was a book of runes, Hermione was the only one of the three who had taken ancient runes lessons, and Harry couldn't read any of the writing on it.Hermione's hands trembled a little, she stroked the cover of the book, the ferocity that had just snarled suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving only a heartbreaking fragility.Ron didn't care about Scrimgeour's presence, and turned to put his arms around her.Hermione buried her head deep in the hollow of Ron's shoulder.

"You at last, Potter," said Scrimgeour, putting on a glove and producing a small golden ball. "Snitches have physical memories. They remember whoever caught them first." Tactile, that's why the competition can be scored fairly. I believe that the biggest secret of Dumbledore's will is here-the snitch is the best for hiding things, and he must have put something in this snitch. Only you can open it."

He handed the Snitch over.

Harry hesitated.He really wanted to take what Dumbledore left him at the end, but he didn't want the secret between them to be discovered.He obviously tried so hard to keep those secrets...

"It belongs to you, Potter." Scrimgeour's eyes were firmly fixed on Harry's face like a hawk locking on its prey. Harry reluctantly stretched out his hand slowly, praying that Dumbledore would Put an extra spell on it so it can only be turned on when he's alone.He didn't know if there was such a spell, but Dumbledore was always thoughtful and seemed to know everything.At least he must have thought that there might be greedy people watching when he opened the snitch?

Harry finally took the Snitch.There is a line on the golden ball: I will open it when it is finished.It flapped its wings weakly in his hand twice, then curled up obediently, lying motionless in his palm.Scrimgeour looked at the little ball, and finally showed deep disappointment on his face. He stood up with a pale face, as if he was a little dizzy, and he shook his body twice before stabilizing his body.

"It seems that we are far from the end now," said Harry, raising his eyebrows and looking at Scrimgeour with sarcasm.

"One more item," said Scrimgeour, "the sword of Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the sword of Gryffindor belongs to Hogwarts, and Dumbledore has no right to gift it to you. According to reliable history Information, it will appear in front of every outstanding Gryffindor student, and we don't know where it is." He shrugged, and the next words were like an ultimatum: "Potter, Dumbledore believes in you. I don't intend to question his judgment, but you are just a 17-year-old kid after all, if you decide to fight alone, you are destined to be unable to defeat the mysterious man."

"You want to persuade me to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic again?" Harry asked coldly, holding the Snitch tightly.He seemed to have seen the funeral under the scorching sun again. After the end, there was a messy and empty lawn, and the cold white marble tombstone could not reflect any warmth even though the whole body was bathed in the scorching sun.At the same time, there was the dazzling white light that dispelled the haze over Hogwarts, and the last bright fireworks in the dark night.His hand found his wand, which was still in his trouser pocket.Mad-Eye had said that many wizards far superior to him had burned their asses, but he would never be able to warn him again.

"It's best for you, Potter. Our goals are the same, now that Dumbledore can't protect you, you should—"

"Then you can protect me? Where were you when we transferred?" Harry asked loudly, the gas that had been stagnant in his chest for a long time finally found a gap, and he rushed against the barrier frantically trying to release it all, "Voldemort and his Death Eaters Surrounded us, Mad-Eye died, Fred and Mr Weasley were both wounded, where was the Ministry of Magic? I was also forced to use a spell, and if I remember correctly, I wasn't happy at the time 17 years old! I'm not even 17 now! How come I haven't been summoned by the Ministry of Magic!?"

"That's because the Order of the Phoenix refuses to cooperate with us! If you inform us of your specific action time, the Ministry of Magic can send Aurors to protect you!" Scrimgeour also raised his voice, sounding even more angry than Harry, "Alastor is too determined to go his own way! If he reports your actions to the Ministry of Magic, everyone will follow the instructions of the Ministry of Magic—"

"Fuck you!" Harry yelled, jumping up from his chair.

Scrimgeour seemed taken aback by Harry's sudden swearing, his face flushed rapidly.He stood up after Harry, his wand raised as if about to poke Harry in the chest with it.Harry drew his wand to defend himself too, and he didn't mind casting a harmless little jinx on the Minister for Magic.Scrimgeour panted for a while, and finally put down his hands first, and seemed to have calmed down.

"I regret your decision, Potter," he said, "but I think we have the same goal. If you'd like to come one day..."

"I'm sorry, sir." Harry also interrupted calmly, raising his hand to show Scrimgeour the line of white words on his hand: I must not lie, "This is a subordinate of the Minister of Magic, Umri Qi taught me. I am very grateful to her, so I decided to carry out this sentence that has been engraved in my heart. This is destined to keep me away from the Ministry of Magic for the rest of my life."

Scrimgeour fixed his gaze on the line.Finally, he tucked his wand back into his robes, gave a snickering Ron a hard look, and limped away.

"Well done, buddy!" said Ron excitedly, as soon as Scrimgeour was out the door.Harry smiled wearily, and followed Scrimgeour down the stairs.

Scrimgeour seemed very angry, and he seemed to walk faster.Percy looked at his parents, followed hesitantly.

"Percy, I thought you came back for Bill's wedding!" Fred exclaimed.

Harry had never seen Fred so angry.His steps slowed down, and he soon put a great distance away from Scrimgeour.

"Wish him a happy wedding," said Percy stiffly. "I'd like to come back and see him too—they're a great match. I'm going back to the Ministry—"

"Back to the Ministry of Magic!" Fred said angrily. "I thought you'd figured it out. I thought you finally knew how stupid you were! Before we—" He pointed to his ear, then to Arthur. "When we've paid so much, you decide to trust the Ministry of Magic to fix everything!? Mad-Eye is dead!" he burst out a long stream of expletives.

"Fred!" Arthur snapped back, but he stood still, obviously not thinking that there was anything wrong with what Fred said.He wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and seemed to be hesitant to apologize to his superiors.In the end he said nothing, as if deciding to leave it at that.

"Then, congratulations to you again." Scrimgeour said stiffly, walking towards the exit of the garden.Percy didn't say a word, didn't wave his hand, turned and followed.

"You idiot!" yelled Fred. "I've had enough! Get the hell out of here, Wetherby! Never come back here again! Wherever I see you in the future, I'll make you Become a slug!"

Percy didn't look back, his straight back seemed to stiffen a little.Fred looked in the direction Percy was leaving and cursed loudly.Mrs. Weasley patted him with red eyes, and Fred looked at the backs of Percy and Scrimgeour—they hadn't stepped out of the area of ​​the protective spell, and muttered angrily again.He gave his mother a reassuring hug, and turned to tidy up the chair with George.