HP Shavings Wizard

Allison was happily pulling her dad to go for a walk first, but her dad took her other hand first as a gesture of friendship.

The physical contact that represented intimacy between blood relatives soothed the little red-haired wizard very well, and Alison's expression changed from eager to challenge to clear stupidity.

The puppy, who was baring his teeth and ready to bite, playfully shook the hands of his parents, and then they all hugged them tightly to their chests.

The two old fathers, with their arms hugged together, looked at each other with smiles on their faces.

Alison briskly pulled them toward the dining room, trying to get downstairs quickly and away from the ominous place that was the astronomy tower.

Grindelwald had come to Hogwarts on Halloween before, and Dumbledore had been with him the whole time to prevent him from misleading all the students, so there was nothing unusual about him visiting the Astronomy Tower.

Now, it was Christmas holiday, and the few students who stayed on campus were basically playing in the common room or eating breakfast in the cafeteria. With the portrait ghosts watching, Dumbledore relaxed his supervision of Grindelwald and let him wander around Hogwarts early in the morning.

Alison simply couldn't bear to think about what her father would be thinking in this place where her father fell to his death in the prophecy. In a sense, all the fighting and tit-for-tat was just to fool people - of course it couldn't be stargazing, because who would go to see the stars so early in the morning.

Dad was surprisingly calm, and even had the energy to joke - every time Alison went to the astronomy tower for astronomy class, she sometimes had the urge to demolish the school. After all, destroying the environment is also one way to change the prophecy.

Fortunately, the most troublesome and fatal danger has been eliminated. Otherwise, she actually thought that if the plot had not changed much...

Well, in order for her father to live even one more year, she could only privately ask a double agent who was asked to use the Killing Curse to die first.

The little red-haired wizard had the horrible idea of ​​murdering his father's subordinate and his own dean in his mind, but he looked cute and obedient as he strolled to the restaurant.

Because of the Christmas holiday, there was only a small area on the dining room table that was densely packed with food. But it seemed that because there was less food to make, the house elves, who had nowhere to release their energy, made more time-consuming food.

The food at Hogwarts has always been good, with recipes created and passed down by Hufflepuff's founder, and tasted by generations of teachers and students over thousands of years. Even though most of the food is British, it is delicious and filling.

——Of course, the weird dark dishes like "Looking up at the Stars" are not included in the list. That thing is more like a prank. If it is really put on the menu and served on the table, the house elves will probably scream and bang their heads against the wall when they see that the growing students don't eat much.

There were only about twenty students who stayed on campus in the restaurant, most of whom were single professors who had no families and simply stayed on campus to celebrate the holidays.

I don't know why, but positions like Hogwarts professor seem to make it easier for people to remain single.

Bathilda is here too!

Alison had expected the respectable old lady to come only after the dinner.

She now seriously suspected that her father was deliberately making trouble for her, as she had dragged Bashidala to see him make a belated proposal to her father last night on a snowy night.

The red-haired little wizard happily let go of his parents and slipped away.

Bathilda was reading a newspaper, occasionally discussing with Professor McGonagall. When she heard the voice, she looked up and saw Alison running towards her.

So the friendly and enthusiastic elder immediately put down the newspaper, opened his arms, hugged Alison who came over, and rubbed the child's cheek affectionately.

"Merry Christmas, little Ellie!"

"Merry Christmas, Sister Bathilda~"

Alison first responded to Bathilda's rub, and then greeted Professor McGonagall next to her. It was hard to tell whether it was a provocation or a sincere greeting.

"Merry Christmas ~ Professor Cat ~"

"Merry Christmas, Miss Grindelwald."

Professor McGonagall turned her serious eyes away from the Daily Prophet that had been delivered by owl and glared at her, but she was not angry.

Great Aunt Bathilda shook her head helplessly at this behavior of the Tiangang people bullying the professor, and said a word of rebuke in a light tone.

"Ellie, don't bully Minerva."

Alison smiled smugly, didn't obey at all, and even made a face at Professor Cat.

"A little, a little, a little, a little!"

Professor McGonagall ignored the naughty kid, adjusted her glasses, and continued reading the newspaper.

Now, the professors have unanimously learned to ignore some of Miss Grindelwald's outrageous behavior when they are unable to discipline her.

For example, the Fiendfyre headband that Professor McGonagall caught a glimpse of from the corner of her eye.

Although she was initially so emotional that she went to find Albus and waved her arms in front of him to solemnly warn him how dangerous it was to use such dark magic in school.

Alison, however, kept moving closer to Professor McGonagall and asked some out-of-the-box questions out of curiosity.

"Dear Professor Cat, if you see a male student confessing his love to Professor Snape...?"

Hearing such an outrageous question, Professor McGonagall's hands trembled, her expression went blank for a moment, and the newspaper fell to the ground.

Alison was like a curious cat, leaning on the table and observing her expression:?

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, calmly picked up the newspaper again, and adjusted her glasses again.

"...That only shows that student is very courageous."

Alison blinked, not intending to let the poor old professor go, and continued to ask.

"What if Professor Snape was chased by a bunch of classmates who confessed their love and sent them love letters..."

Thinking about the gloomy expression of her young colleague and student who usually kept a distance from others, the group of crying little animals in Potions class, and the points deducted from Gryffindor, the corners of the Lion Queen's mouth twitched.

"This is impossible!"

There were already some eavesdropping animals nearby casting fearful looks at them because of this terrifying question.

After getting the answer, Alison looked thoughtful and then slipped away with a happy expression.

Bathilda had never met the Slytherin Headmaster, so she didn't have much impression or reaction. She just watched the jumpy Alison run away helplessly.

"This child..."

Professor McGonagall was still thinking about the questions she had just been asked, and she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

She was so preoccupied with something that she didn't even read the newspaper in her hand, and she was a little absent-minded in discussing with Bathilda, the elder who wrote the history of magic textbook.

In between a few questions, Dumbledore and Grindelwald came over, greeted Bathilda and Professor McGonagall, and said the obligatory “Merry Christmas”.

Professor McGonagall nodded politely, but was still immersed in her own thoughts. The perceptive old professor wanted to grab the naughty kid and question him carefully, but Alison interrupted him first and pulled the old headmaster and the old devil's family of three to sit together affectionately.

"It's time to eat!"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat down and began to eat.