HP Shavings Wizard

Just then, Dumbledore stood up, drew his wand, and pointed it at Harry in the air.

A silent purple spell shot out from the tip of the Elder Wand and hit the broomstick accurately.

The Boy-Who-Lived who was spinning in the air came to a stop in time, retched for a while in the air, and was finally able to continue the game safely.

There was warm applause from the stands, and everyone was grateful for Dumbledore's timely action. The Slytherins also applauded the headmaster for the sake of the little witch Alison and the Grindelwald family name.

After seeing Dumbledore sitting in the Slytherin stands, the two adult wizards who were chanting spells stopped competing secretly.

It just seemed that the expression of a certain Slytherin Headmaster had become even gloomier—his robes were clearly not burned like in the original book.

Harry was dizzy and lowered his altitude, but he found the Golden Snitch again. So he gritted his teeth, forced himself to stay awake, raised his broom and chased after it.

The little snakes in the stands stared at the court nervously, and when they saw Harry was one step ahead of Higgs, they sighed in disappointment, and Alison also sighed in response.

The little red-haired wizard curled his lips and sighed coldly.

"…If Potter catches the Golden Snitch, how many times will our dear Dean have to work hard to find faults to get it back~"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and did not comment on this.

Alison stared at him, her eyes slightly darker, her gaze probing and curious.

Quirrell is a discarded child struggling between the black and white sides. With Voldemort in his head and unable to explain directly, he desperately wants to do some abnormal stupid things to imply that there is something wrong with him and ask Dumbledore for help...

It's just a pity that her father was never a real Virgin Mary. He would not have sympathy for those who were bewitched by Voldemort and try to save them.

However, the incident happened right under his nose, and as the principal, he actually planned to ignore it instead of giving an explanation...

"...You didn't even bother to investigate the fact that Potter was cursed just now."

Dumbledore looked at her calmly.

"Of course I will pursue it, but now is not the time."

Alison chuckled, suddenly gloating over some worker who worked several jobs.

"What a shame~ I wanted to see our dean desperately trying to cover it up in order to get rid of his suspicion and avoid him being found out after further investigation~"

"Oh ~ poor Potions professor ~"

Dumbledore laughed in silence at his daughter's evil intentions.

"…I'm not as naive as you."

Alison snorted and casually pulled a candy out of his pocket and put it in her mouth.

The treacle toffee was so sticky that I could barely speak while eating it.

In just a few words, there was a sudden commotion in the whole place. Harry caught the Golden Snitch - or rather, he almost swallowed the Golden Snitch, and vomited it out after landing on the ground.

Except for Slytherin who booed, the other three houses cheered.

Snape seemed to be in a bad mood. He left in his black robe without waiting for the game to end.

Alison blinked, looked at the cheers elsewhere, and made a small sound.

Although Potter is her younger brother now, she is a Slytherin after all.

She could make up as many points as she wanted for Slytherin, but seeing Gryffindor win the game was more painful than if she had lost a thousand points.

Hearing the dissatisfaction, Dumbledore looked down at the little red-haired wizard and smiled gently.

Alison made critical comments with a look of disgust and dissatisfaction on her face.

"The thing I'm most dissatisfied with about our dean is that he is too proud."

"If the reason he gives extra points to Slytherin is that a certain student is well-dressed and has maintained the good image of Slytherin... then he can give as many points as he wants!"

"What can he do with the points he loses in class every day? He might as well just say he loses points for Gryffindor breathing one day."

Dumbledore couldn't laugh or cry.

"If you say that, you will cause public outrage."

The game was over and everyone left one after another. Alison stood up and prepared to take him away, her tone somewhat indifferent.

"Tsk, as if he hasn't caused public outrage now, being both a referee and a contestant - look at the attitudes of other academies."

"If you ask me, if you have to participate in a childish game like the College Cup, then you should either not do it or do it to the extreme."

"The privilege of being able to oppress others is a kind of power, but it's even more shameful if you cheat and still can't get the house cup."

Dumbledore obediently let her lead him and patted the little red-haired wizard's head.

"Don't say that, Severus just cares too much about Slytherin."

Alison snorted as she strode down the road.

"I think he's just childish, and he's really the youngest one, so the professors all give in to him... Other deans don't act like this either, but you can't say they don't care about their own college."

Dumbledore tried to defend his subordinate, but ended up laughing.

"Severus is just...well, he's a little childish."

Alison glanced at him and remembered that in the original book, at the end of the semester, he deliberately suppressed Slytherin in order to give Gryffindor extra points for protecting the Philosopher's Stone. While giving Potter a temporary slap in the face and venting his anger, he also increased Potter's prestige.

She didn't have any bad feelings about this. After all, Professor Snape had maliciously deducted more points and shown favoritism than those in the past six months, and Potter was indeed acting with the mentality of risking his life.

The Boy Who Lived was clearly more important than the double agent Dumbledore had chosen to indulge in over the past few years. Snape was a great general, but Potter was the foundation, and it was only right that the valuable ones should be given more privileges.

——So in the end she could only blame her dear dean for being too shameless and not standing up before the announcement of the college cup to give Slytherin a few extra points for his good skin, and by the way, slap the mutant old lion in the face.

It would be best if a few deans saw this operation and took turns standing up like gophers to give extra points to their own colleges, so that there would be inflation in the college scores at the end of the semester. That would be interesting, and much more interesting than the watered-down, childish college cup.

"...Actually, I think you can be very childish sometimes."

The wise old headmaster blinked playfully and cutely, pretending not to hear that, and followed the red-haired little wizard out of the Quidditch field.