HP Shavings Wizard

The biased headmaster would naturally not blame his daughter for standing up for Quirrell, the abandoned child.

Dumbledore didn't let Alison contact Quirrell simply because he was worried about Alison's safety and to maintain his plan to lure Voldemort out.

It has nothing to do with Quirrell himself being seduced by Voldemort.

"Well, since you are so sincere, let's end this matter here."

Alison smiled brightly, raised her voice deliberately, and called out to him in a sweet and sticky voice.

"Thank you dad!"

Then he successfully received the shocked and scrutinizing looks from the unsuspecting little animals here.

Dumbledore coughed lightly, interrupting the students' whispers.

"Okay, everyone go back to class."

The little animals scattered and spread the new news throughout the school.

……

Non-fatal physical blows were not considered serious in the wizarding world, and Professor Quirrell woke up quickly in the medical wing. He recovered after a few more days of lying in bed - except for the sequelae of trembling with fear at the sight of Alison, his father, and his stuttering became even worse.

On the other hand, even though the two old men had returned to their old selves, they were still very affectionate with each other for a few days. Alison often saw them eating, walking, and reading together...

Sometimes Alison disappeared and left the school through a secret passage, and they would not look for her or take her with them.

This almost shows in action that Alison is a light bulb.

Question Aberforth, understand Aberforth, be Aberforth.

Feeling neglected and angry, the naughty kid showed a happy and gloating smile when his father, who had been staying in Hogwarts without any status, was finally about to leave. He even felt a little better when he saw the two people hugging each other and saying goodbye.

……

After entering November, the weather turned cooler, and the lake, distant mountains, and grass were all covered with frost. The flying brooms had to be defrosted and maintained every day.

The Quidditch season has begun, and the first game is scheduled between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Harry and his two companions were once again picked on by Professor Snape, and they were found to have secretly hidden a magical flame in a jar for warmth.

At this moment, Alison quickly scurried past them.

When the weather was cold, she often wore a flashy little red snake headband on her head - in fact, it was the exquisitely controlled Fiendfyre.

The snake hanging on Alison's head, spitting out its tongue, gave people a dangerous yet cute feeling.

It was indeed warm, but the black magic flame could easily burn someone if they were not careful.

Snape looked at the red-haired little wizard's receding back, and remained silent as if the pause button was pressed. Then he ignored Alison, the headmaster's daughter, and turned around to continue scolding the trio.

Alison rushed over, holding a bowl of hot grilled sausages, and went to find Dumbledore with a smile on her face.

"Dad! Are you going to watch the Quidditch match? Gryffindor vs. Slytherin!"

Dumbledore nodded in agreement with a smile.

"Okay, I also want to see how Harry performs."

Alison's face fell instantly.

Dumbledore naturally took the grilled sausage from her hand and pretended not to notice his daughter's jealous face.

"Let's go."

Alison followed Dumbledore angrily, holding her well-prepared bag.

It was almost eleven o'clock and the Quidditch match was indeed very popular. As the most popular sport in the wizarding world, almost all the teachers and students in the school came to the stands around the Quidditch pitch.

Many students also brought binoculars, and the seats were raised almost to mid-air, but it was sometimes still difficult to see the rapid changes on the court.

A huge, fluttering banner made of a bed sheet was hoisted high up in the Gryffindor stand. It said 'Potters to Win' and underneath it was a huge Gryffindor lion painted in different colours.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile kindly at the lively behavior of the little lions.

“They seem to be in high spirits.”

Alison gave the old principal a villainous smile at the right moment and picked up the telescope and shook it.

"Too bad you'll have to sit with me in Slytherin, then!"

She actually had little interest in Quidditch and just wanted an excuse to go out and have some fun with her dad.

Alison likes flying and riding a broom, but she doesn't like playing by the rules - she is too used to using magic to solve problems. When she sees a ball attacking her, she will only think of using a crushing spell to kill it, and then using a freezing spell to freeze the golden snitch.

Dumbledore smiled indulgently. He did not go to the Gryffindor side, nor to the professors' stands. Instead, he sat in the Slytherin stands with the little red-haired wizard.

When the Slytherins saw Dumbledore and Alison, they suddenly became quiet and stared at them.

Alison glanced at the little snakes threateningly, and they instantly looked away and sat up straight.

The game is about to begin, the field is ready, and players on both sides are ready to go.

When Madam Hooch, who was hosting the game, blew the silver whistle, the game officially began, and players from both teams mounted their brooms and quickly took off into the air.

Under the strict supervision of Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor commentator tried to explain the game in a way that was biased towards his own house.

The Slytherin team's style is quite barbaric. There is no red card in Quidditch, as in the Muggle world, but at most there are free throws, so naturally these big guys like to bump into people.

The game was very intense, with Gryffindor and Slytherin both attacking and defending, and the score was very close.

Suddenly, everyone in the stands was looking at Harry, whose broomstick began to tumble and roll, and he was barely holding on to it.

It is obviously a profound curse that can cause the protective Halo 2000 to lose control.

Dumbledore in the stands frowned and looked through the telescope at the stands where the professors were.

Snape was staring at Harry and muttering to himself from the professors' stand in the distance, but Dumbledore ignored him and narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw Quirrell's lips and gaze behind him.

Alison watched with interest as Harry's broomstick flew up out of control and began to chant as well.

Dumbledore turned to look at the little red-haired wizard, but his attention was quickly drawn to Harry by everyone's screams.

Harry's broomstick no longer moved wildly as it had before, but remained relatively still, spinning madly like a washing machine.

Harry himself subconsciously held on to his broomstick tightly and was also spun madly. From a distance, he looked like a blurry oval.

Snape and Quirrell in the stands were stunned by this scene. It was obvious that no one was casting spells anymore.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and most people looked over there in amazement.