HP Shavings Wizard

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Alison was completely devastated.

The image flashed through her mind unconsciously:

Dad and Daddy wore the woolen sweaters she knitted, ate the candies and snacks she bought, and talked about the original work she wrote down in a friendly and joking manner. Then, she was ordered around by Daddy because she lost a bet...

Wouldn't that make her a very involved and enthusiastic person? !

Alison stared at the silver ring.

On the ring, there was a simple outline of a lively phoenix and the emblem of the Three Deathly Hallows. When he took out the ring before, he seemed to have a sentence and the initials of their names engraved on the bottom.

And why is it an old-fashioned ring? Wouldn't a blood alliance, a unique marriage certificate, be good? Not cliché at all! She has such a fruit of love standing here, and she actually wants an ordinary ring.

Dumbledore lowered his head to admire and show the engagement ring, then looked at his daughter with wide eyes with a smile.

“This gift really surprised me.”

Alison really couldn't say that her gifts could compare to a proposal, but she was unwilling to lose, so she could only speak stubbornly, but she didn't even have the confidence to speak.

"I knitted that wool myself!"

Dumbledore smiled wider, not denying it, and praised it.

"Indeed, it is beautifully woven."

Allison was even more unwilling to accept the compliment. She immediately burst into tears and stared at her father, trying to soften the referee's heart.

“…Did I lose?”

The cruel old principal shook his head with pretended regret and gave the young wizard the final critical blow.

"It's a pity, but you did lose."

Alison was shocked. She didn't dare to imagine what her stinky dad would ask for in the bet. She put herself in his shoes and seriously suspected that Gellert would let her bark like a dog for three months.

The little loser whimpered and rushed over to hug his father and rub against him coquettishly.

Dumbledore took the opportunity to hug her.

Alison voiced a guess she would rather not have made.

"…He came to Hogwarts to propose to you?"

Seeing her father nod slightly, Alison had a complicated expression and looked unhappy.

Before, the two of them were so affectionate and neglected her. Even her gentle father doesn’t care about her that much anymore. She doesn’t know what the future will be like!

Both Grindelwalds did not use owls to send gifts, but used tricks to seduce the referee - what a similar choice!

But she was still the loser!

Dumbledore looked at the little red-haired wizard's wonderful expression, suppressed his laughter, and asked the question even though he knew the answer.

"What's wrong? Not happy?"

Alison was emo for a moment, then started to provoke with full energy again.

"How can you propose marriage as a gift on Christmas!"

Seeing her unreasonable behavior, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

"It's nothing. I'm very happy."

His expression softened, and his thoughts drifted away, recalling Queenie and Jacob's wedding half a century ago.

It was also a snowy night like this. Young people were having a great time. He looked out the window at the happy scene inside and strode alone through the snow-covered streets...

At that time, at least for a moment, he had imagined Gellert and his wedding.

Alison's head was moving alertly back and forth, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to find any hidden living things.

However, there was only the sleeping Sorting Hat in the headmaster's office, and Fawkes and the portraits secretly watching them.

"…That bastard is not still in Hogwarts, is he?!"

Dumbledore smiled secretly and gently combed her long red hair with his slender fingers, looking at his daughter's expression in amusement.

"…He should be in the Astronomy Tower now, and will stay here tonight."

Alison sighed and continued to fight with a sour face.

"He's going to leave Bathilda alone? Or is he going to let Bathilda spend Christmas dinner at someone else's house? Or are they going to spend the holiday together at Hogwarts?"

"the latter."

Dumbledore patted Alison on the head and stuffed her with a lemon candy from the plate on the table. Alison chewed it in a few bites and swallowed it, her mouth full of the sour and sweet taste of the lemon candy.

"Don't be so depressed, you should be happy."

Alison looked aggrieved and depressed.

"...I don't know how he can order me around!"

Dumbledore laughed again, earning a suspicious glance from Alison.

"I'm sure he won't go too far."

"Have you already favored him and want me to lose?"

Facing the contestants' questions, the referee blinked his beautiful blue eyes innocently and made his statement solemnly in a serious manner.

“I am standing on a neutral position.”

However, even if there was no proposal, he really couldn't let Alison win - if Gail called Alison daddy for three months, it would definitely end in a fight and the destruction of the house.

Two Grindelwalds, one big and one small, with flamboyant personalities...

Mmm, double the sweetness and headache.

For example, at times like this, the competitive Grindelwald would always try to overpower the other, and the loser would have to be patiently coaxed and comforted by Dumbledore.

After receiving two surprise gifts, the old fox, who finally made a profit, smiled happily.

Alison was immersed in her father's beautiful blue eyes and decided to soften her heart and trust him.

Blue eyes as beautiful and sparkling as hers could never deceive her!

Dumbledore took her hand with a smile, and led the listless red-haired little wizard out of the office, walking leisurely towards the Astronomy Tower.

"Let's go, let's go to the Astronomy Tower to find your dad."

……

Dumbledore led her to the Astronomy Tower and opened the door.

After a long, slow walk, Alison, looking dejected, muttered and complained.

"Can a prophet go crazy? Why are you looking at the stars so early in the morning?"

Grindelwald had his back to them, but when he heard the noise, he turned around. When he saw Alison, he raised his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Alison felt guilty after losing the bet.

The original bet was to promise the other party something, and if it was a long-term behavior, it would be limited to three months.

Grindelwald ignored the uneasy little wizard and walked up to Dumbledore, put his arms around his waist, and bent down to kiss him on the lips.

Dumbledore smiled and kissed back.

Alison couldn't stand this disgusting scene, so she turned her head away and muttered in a low voice: "Stinky daddy..."

After she finished muttering, she looked up again and saw the two people still being intimate as if no one was around. She instantly felt seriously hurt.

"..."

Grindelwald finally let go of Dumbledore and looked at Alison with a smile, his expression arrogant and wanton, ready to control the child.

"Alison, what should you call me?"

Alison behaved well, looked flattering, and spoke sweetly in her voice, trying to make him think of the father-daughter relationship.

"Daddy~"

Dumbledore turned his head away, unable to bear the sight.

Grindelwald looked at Alison with a half-smile.

"Yes, what a good boy."