HP Shavings Wizard

Dumbledore gently touched Alison's head, hugged Alison who was trying to stay close to him, and his heart softened.

"Good boy, you did it."

"Dad is proud of you."

The red-haired little wizard blushed like an apple instantly after being praised, but still tried hard to stick to him.

Dumbledore chuckled.

Grindelwald's eyes were always firmly fixed on Dumbledore, his hand intimately clasped with his.

Two wizards, both over a hundred years old, and a daughter.

Moreover, one of them is the old devil who once ruled Europe and started the world war, and the other is the headmaster of Hogwarts, the greatest wizard of the contemporary era. They are a pair of recognized enemies in the eyes of outsiders...

This is breaking news that could make the headlines of the Daily Prophet.

The other people in the restaurant felt like they were going crazy. Everyone had a blank expression. Some students couldn't help but rub their eyes or pinch themselves, wondering if they were still dreaming.

Alison rubbed her father's hand coquettishly, hesitated for a moment, and then rubbed it hard like a good puppy.

This docile attitude softened the expression of the unruly blond young man.

However, at this moment, the faint screams of children could be heard outside.

Everyone looked outside where the screams came from, but it was too far away to see what was happening.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore looked serious and stood up and walked over quickly. Grindelwald and Alison, who had hurriedly returned to her original size, followed him.

……

Some students found Professor Quirrell and a troll in an empty locked classroom. They looked as if they had been beaten. Both of them were in tatters, as if they had fought hard, and both were unconscious.

There happened to be a class in the classroom here this morning, and a strange and disgusting stench was smelled. Some students opened the empty classroom and saw a shocking scene.

Professor Snape was also in the crowd, looking at the scene in front of him with a slightly frowned brow.

Dumbledore asked the double agent to keep an eye on Quirrell, and he naturally did it meticulously and without compromise - when he learned that Quirrell was missing from the dinner yesterday, he hurried over first.

Seeing some students retching due to the stench of the troll and moving away, Snape took out his wand and used it to clean up.

Several professors came over and helped with Madam Pomfrey who also rushed over to help rescue Quirrell and get rid of the troll.

The children at Hogwarts were still very innocent and friendly. Even when something happened to Quirrell, the unpleasant and stuttering professor, someone still ran to inform the medical wing and the professors.

Soon, Professor Quirrell was sent to the school infirmary and the troll was also sent away.

Dumbledore arrived late and watched from behind the crowd as the faculty and staff left in an orderly manner.

Professor Snape, who stayed where he was, seemed to sense something. His eyes swept across the students and finally fell on the tall, handsome red-haired young man behind them.

Dumbledore and the Slytherin snake king locked eyes for a moment, then both looked away in tacit understanding.

Snape nodded slightly.

Both of them knew that it would not be easy for Quirrell, who was responsible for protecting one of the levels of the Philosopher's Stone and was suspected to be related to Voldemort, to be together with the troll that was to be placed in the level.

As a result, the murderer blew up his own truck to save Dad's time before they could find out.

Alison tugged at her dad's cuff.

Dumbledore looked down at his daughter, his tone gentle.

"what happened?"

Alison blinked her eyes, quite righteously.

"…I was the one who beat Professor Quirrell."

The little animals surrounding the classroom also heard this big news. They turned around in shock, but when they saw that it was Alison, the troublemaker, they felt a little less surprised.

Professor Snape: ...

The young professor silently looked back and forth at Alison's face, the red-haired young man's face, and the other blond young man with heterochromia, and his expression froze for a moment.

Alison complained, trying to put all the blame on Quirrell.

"At the Halloween dinner yesterday, he wanted to release a troll to scare everyone... I guess it's the professional quirk of the Dark Magic Defense Professor."

"I saw it then, and just wanted to test Professor Quirrell's ability, and then I beat him up."

The expressions of the little animals eating watermelons gradually became blank. They never expected that there would be so many things happening at last night's happy Halloween dinner.

Dumbledore looked at the little red-haired wizard meaningfully.

Having just come into contact with Professor Quirrell, whom her father had prevented her from contacting, Alison gave an innocent and happy smile when she looked at her father, which was suggestive.

"But Professor Quirrell's Fiendfyre is really beautiful. Just looking at him stuttering in class, you wouldn't expect him to be so powerful~"

Professor Snape, who also knew that Quirrell was suspected to be related to Voldemort, twitched his mouth. Thinking of the tattered level props, he stared at this little devil gloomily.

"What about the giant monster? Did you fight him too?"

Alison tilted her head innocently and continued to shift the blame.

"I used the Imperius Curse to control the troll and Professor Quirrell to be together and love each other. Professor Quirrell must have killed the troll himself later. I guess most of the injuries on Professor Quirrell were caused by the troll."

The students gasped when they heard the Unforgivable Curses mentioned again in such a calm manner by the freshmen.

The Head of Slytherin looked at Alison's small figure. Even though he was deeply impressed by her slaughter of a group of giant acromantula, he still blamed the student.

"Do you know this is dangerous?!"

Alison grinned.

"If the Imperius Curse can't control it, then it must be the Avada—"

Snape's pupils shrank slightly and he quickly interrupted the little red-haired wizard.

"shut up!"

Dumbledore looked at Snape and gently signaled the poor professor, who was helpless with Alison, to leave.

"Severus, leave this matter to me."

Snape glared at the little red-haired wizard and said nothing more. His black robe rolled up and he turned and left.

Dumbledore turned to look at the little red-haired wizard again. Although he was dealing with a naughty child, his tone was not serious but still gentle and calm.

"Beating the professor...Alison, you did something wrong. Do you have anything to say?"

Alison hid behind her father and peeked out. Her expression was so innocent and cute that you couldn't tell at all that her attack was carrying the ferocious Unforgivable Curse.

"Then I apologize?"

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, pretending to be serious.

"An apology must be sincere."

Alison didn't care about sincerity. She stood there and apologized loudly in a sarcastic manner.

This is more like calling Professor Quirrell a waste than an apology.

"I'm sorry! I didn't expect Professor Quirrell to be so weak. He was defeated by a freshman like me in one fell swoop!"

Everyone couldn't help laughing.

The garlicky stuttering professor is indeed somewhat unpopular.