HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 109 Return Gift

The warm, soft, wheaty bread was spread with a thick layer of berry jam, fried bacon, fried eggs, tomatoes, and then rolled up.

Happy Alison stuffed the high-fat and high-sugar sandwich into her mouth fiercely.

Seeing the overflowing sweet jam, Bathilda couldn't help but persuade him.

"Alison! Eat less sugar, and watch out for cavities."

In the wizarding world, even if there is a tooth-healthy potion, parents will not completely indulge their children's craving for sweets. After all, the tooth-healthy potion is a medicine, a treatment method, but for the two descendants of Dumbledore, one old and one young, who use the bee as their family emblem, it should be considered a daily necessity.

Alison retorted confidently, baring her white, shining teeth.

"Dad doesn't have cavities either! Just use the potion and it will be fine!"

Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

Grindelwald interrupted coolly, staring at the white teeth with ill intent.

"If you have cavities, I can help you pull them out."

Dark wizards are not dentists, so of course they can't do traditional tooth extraction - but they can use dark magic. For example, use the bone-extracting curse to remove the tooth, and then use the bone-growing spirit to grow a tooth, which can torture the little wizard for a few days.

Bone Spirit is extremely unpalatable, and growing bones and teeth is accompanied by moderate pain, perfect for teaching the young wizard a lesson.

They were all dark wizards, and Alison obviously understood what the old devil was referring to, and immediately retaliated with a curse.

"Then be careful, I will use the skull expansion spell to help you cure the high blood pressure of the elderly!"

When Professor McGonagall heard this, she choked on her juice and Bathilda patted her on the back to help her calm down.

Dumbledore's azure eyes sternly scanned them through his half-moon glasses, warning the two lawless dark wizards.

Alison pursed her lips, picked up a piece of cake obediently, and stuffed it into her mouth to shut up.

"..."

Without the quarrel between the dark wizards, the atmosphere naturally became lively with some topics about scaring the small animals nearby. Everyone ate and chatted at the same time.

Alison is indeed adorable when she eats quietly.

As Bathilda watched, she couldn't help but sigh at the cuteness of the red-haired kid, and Alison responded with a sweet smile.

"I sent Sister Bathilda some Muggle history books. It's a big package, and it basically contains all the modern history of various countries... It's a pity that Bathilda is not at home, so I can't open it right away."

Alison blinked her eyes and quickly took credit for it, like a puppy wagging its tail, and also praised the handmade snacks and history of magic books that Bathilda had given her.

Seeing the little wizard acting cute, Bathilda smiled so much that her eyes narrowed.

"Little Ellie has a heart."

Since the topic of gifts just came up, Alison took the opportunity to consult the adults.

"Do you return every Christmas gift?"

Several adults nodded, and the two old fathers even started educating the little wizard.

“Returning a gift is a courtesy, but it also conveys your thoughts.”

"If someone gives you a gift and you don't give them something in return, it means you don't want anything to do with them."

Professor McGonagall asked sharply, "You haven't returned the gift yet?"

It is a bit rude to receive a Christmas gift without preparing a gift for the other person, even though Christmas gifts in the UK are usually not worth much.

Alison rested her chin on her hand and swung her legs, looking nonchalant.

"Not yet... I received a lot of gifts from my Slytherin classmates - I usually just scare them, but they probably gave me gifts because of the last name 'Grindelwald'."

Several celebrities nodded knowingly, understanding the little wizard's question.

Alison twirled her hair with her fingers. She had given all her Honeydukes candies to her father on the floor the night before, leaving no extra for the return gifts.

However, it would not convey to the lovely classmates that I don’t want to have any contact with them. After all, the little snakes are still very fun.

Her gaze gradually faded away as she looked at the dining table in front of her, and then suddenly her eyes lit up.

"…How about packing up the restaurant's bread and giving it to them as a return gift so that they can have a taste of school during the holidays?"

!!!

Bathilda was speechless when she heard this idea, and she thought Alison was really weird.

Professor McGonagall tried hard to keep a straight face and was extremely glad that she didn't have a drink because of the chat.

The naughty old principal next to him had already started laughing at this interesting idea, and he and the still unbridled old devil were laughing together.

"That's a bit cruel, little Ellie."

So, Alison made the decision happily, and didn't forget to brag about herself narcissistically.

"Christmas wrapping can just as well be made from bread using Transfiguration! Great! So environmentally friendly! I'm such a genius!"

Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor: …

The poor old professor hesitated for a moment, but still did not say anything to stop the interference.

For a first-year wizard who was only halfway through the school year, the technical content of flexible transformation of inanimate objects was quite high. If it was in class, she would probably be happy to give extra points, but this behavior of returning the school breakfast bread was really...

Just like Alison's daily life, it's immoral and outrageous. It seems that there is no problem, but in fact, there is a big problem.

Alison cleared the plate of bread from the table and Transfiguration transformed each piece into a Christmas gift - she was so careful not to use her hands, but used a Spell to move the bread.

The empty bread plate was then immediately refilled by the house-elf in the kitchen, only to be cleared away by Alison.

Go back and forth several times, over and over again.

The large amount of bread consumed and the empty plate action that should not happen on Christmas when there are few people around made some house-elves secretly teleport over to take a look, and then they were very happy to cooperate with the red-haired little wizard in giving gifts.

Since it was holiday and no one was around, the house elves worked overtime to bake new bread.

There was also the distressed and idle house elf who was called by Alison to help pack and put away the gift boxes.

The group of skinny, small house-elves with bat-like ears, bulging tennis-ball eyes, and long, flat noses eagerly surrounded the headmaster's daughter, fearing that they would miss any of her requests.

Allison had a big smile on her face, and she was very friendly in praising these house-elves, whom she usually didn't care about, and she made these guys, who were bound to slavery by the magic contract in their blood, dizzy.

"The bread in the school is so delicious. I believe that the students, their parents and the old schoolmates also miss it very much! Hogwarts really has a group of powerful and hardworking house-elves!"

Naturally, after being praised so friendly by the little wizard, the house-elves, who were always proud to serve wizards, worked even harder and even helped to deliver the Christmas gifts to the Owl House, mailing them out one by one, without Alison having to worry about anything at all.

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