HP Shavings Wizard

Allison, who is usually lively, has been avoiding her dad recently and has started to act sneaky.

On weekends, she would leave school through a secret passage, disappear for a long time, and then sneak back.

On weekdays, in addition to attending classes with Dumbledore on time, she also often stayed in the dormitory so that Dumbledore could not see her.

It was so obvious that Dumbledore must have noticed it, but he didn't point it out. He just observed secretly and asked the portraits to help keep an eye on it.

Once again, Alison went out on the weekend and only sneaked back to Hogwarts through the secret passage before dinner.

As a result, when the little red-haired wizard came out of the secret passage this time, he saw the figure standing tall at the entrance of the secret passage.

Dumbledore's calm eyes stared at her from behind his half-moon spectacles and down the length of his crooked nose.

Alison was not at all panicked by being caught by the principal after sneaking out of the boarding school. After all, the principal in front of her was her father!

She blinked and greeted him casually.

"What a coincidence, Dad~"

Dumbledore looked at her with a smile.

"It's not a coincidence at all. I've been waiting for you at the secret passage for half an hour."

Alison remained calm and even had the leisure to sigh.

"Wow~ Then you are really determined, and you have so much free time."

Dumbledore agreed with a smile and did not move aside. It was obvious that he intended to get to the bottom of the matter this time to prevent the unfortunate child from causing trouble quietly.

"It's okay. After all, I have plenty of time."

Alison positioned herself, ready to slip away, and then her father grabbed her.

"Alison, don't you want to explain to me why you sneaked out of school?"

Alison was both right and confident.

"This is my privacy! If you violate the school rules, you will be fined points or put in solitary confinement!"

Dumbledore's bright blue eyes stared at Alison, as if he could see through everything she was hiding, with a pressure that was difficult to conceal.

"Okay, let me change the question - where did you go?"

Alison hummed a song with a cheerful look on her face, but Dumbledore could still see that she was hiding something.

"Just wandering around the nearby Muggle town~"

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and saw Alison stretched out her arm to cover his mouth, intending to make unreasonable arguments to stop him from saying the next word.

"Alison, stop it!"

He turned his head away and looked seriously at the naughty kid who pouted and didn't care.

"Don't lie to me, I know you didn't just go shopping!"

Alison looked slightly annoyed, but secretly she was pleased with the attentiveness.

"Just going shopping!"

Dumbledore sighed and began to speak softly to her.

"Alison, we are family, is there something you can't tell me?"

Allison's eyes wandered and she hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't resist her father's beautiful blue eyes staring at her intently, so she confessed this little thing in advance - anyway, he didn't say what specific gift he would give.

“…I went to prepare Christmas presents.”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then when he came to his senses, he couldn't help but smile softly and with relief.

He hadn’t received a Christmas gift from his family for many years since he turned eighteen…

Although it wasn't from Aberforth, Alison's Christmas gift was obviously also a big surprise.

He took the initiative to give the red-haired little wizard a tight hug, and before he even received the gift, he had already whispered his thanks for the thought.

"Thank you, Alison."

Alison blushed, buried herself in her father's arms, and rubbed him coquettishly, her voice muffled.

"...Anyway, you'll know what it is when you wait until Christmas."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, patting her head.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it, good boy."

Alison glanced at him furtively, preparing to cheat.

Slytherin is unscrupulous! We need to teach that old man a lesson!

"…Gellert and I made a bet before, to see whose Christmas present would shock you more."

"So Dad must choose me!"

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the two childish Grindelwalds. He pretended to be embarrassed and winked at Alison slyly and playfully.

"…It's hard to say. The gifts you two gave must be very special."

Alison looked arrogant and cold, and sneered.

"I've already thought about it! I want him to call me daddy for three months!"

Dumbledore almost choked on his saliva and felt that Gale might really beat Alison if he heard such a request.

After taking a break, he coughed lightly and tried to guide his daughter not to commit suicide.

"Alison, isn't this bet a bit..."

"In short, even if Dad doesn't favor me, he must be fair and just and not favor Gellert!"

Alison frowned suspiciously and stared at him closely. She didn't give up until she got her father's amusing assurance. She let her father go and slipped away briskly.

……

Alison returned to the dormitory and took out balls of carefully selected soft cashmere yarn from her system backpack, filling up most of the dormitory.

In the terrifying residence of the devil in the legend of the little snakes, there may be all kinds of strange black magic props, or even corpses...

Let me clarify here and dispel the rumors. What they spread is true.

There were more than a dozen skeleton undead summoned by the corpses of the Yin corpses standing densely in the dormitory. As soon as Alison came back, they stared at their master dimly.

Following Alison's order, the skeletons picked up the wool balls, took the knitting needles, and began to mechanically knit wool socks.

She herself sat at the table, writing something with a feather pen, but her lower body gradually turned into a floating black oily substance, and a terrifying and violent dark force surged.

The silent form did not extend further, but was divided into strands precisely, and also entangled the balls of wool, and began to knit wool sweaters and wool pants in matching colors, with different patterns.

On the other side of the empty bed, there was a pile of various woolen fabrics, all knitted with balls of wool bought recently on the weekend: woolen socks, woolen sweaters, woolen pants, woolen nightcaps, gloves, earmuffs...

The number was so terrifying that her father would never be able to say that he needed someone to send him wool socks.