HP Shavings Wizard

After being hit on the head, Alison groaned a few times.

Dumbledore helplessly watched the father and daughter fighting, then lowered his head, touched Alison's red hair, and said seriously.

"Alison, we are family, you can tell us anything."

Allison's eyes wandered when she met her father's bright and sharp eyes.

"...It's okay, I can handle it myself... You two old men should just take care of yourselves!"

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

Grindelwald looked up at her and asked a guess in a calm tone - only things that might happen would make people care, if it was just an unrealistic fantasy, they would probably just laugh it off awkwardly.

"Did you see any images of the future?"

"Maybe it will be? But it doesn't matter, that's what I crave."

Alison didn't respond directly, but just laughed. She thought this guessing game was quite interesting, so she played along.

Dumbledore was silent and thought for a moment, then asked a question.

"Then will you do whatever it takes to get it?"

"I am a person with no bottom line. I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals. I will try my best to find the best solution - I will ignore the moral bottom line. I am restraining myself now only because of my father's bottom line. I am not sure I can hide it from my father."

Alison corrected her father's question, but still did not respond positively.

When Grindelwald heard this, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Dumbledore also smiled, his eyes firm and bright.

"Then you can rest assured - no matter what happens, I will stop you."

Alison hummed softly and arched herself in her father's reassuring embrace.

Grindelwald continued to flip through the book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" on the table, laughing as he read. Alison quickly propped herself up and curiously looked at which chapter he was flipping through. Even Dumbledore came over to take a look.

"It's quite interesting."

Grindelwald watched and commented on the part about breaking through and protecting the Philosopher's Stone.

Alison sneered. "I think it would be more interesting if the Devil's Snare was replaced with poisonous tentacles!"

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Poisonous tentacles are not something a first-year student can handle!"

Alison pouted.

"So it's clear at a glance that this is just a game of levels. Who would use levels that a first-year wizard could pass to prevent theft?"

"If it were me, I would either go for a stroll out of curiosity when school starts, or simply not go and not pay any attention to the information that someone stole the Philosopher's Stone."

Grindelwald continued to flip through the pages of the parchment, pondering.

"Um……"

Dumbledore stared at Alison and suddenly said, "What if someone comes to you for help?"

Alison subconsciously wanted to refute that she was too lazy to pay attention to the stupid classmates with fixed mindsets. She even wanted to tear up the script designed by her father, but when she thought about it carefully, that might not be the case.

Asking for help from classmates is like a side quest. Sometimes I feel a little obsessive if I don’t do it—after all, she is a helpful, sunny and cheerful dark wizard…

It was as if in real life, no classmates could see her kind heart. They all discriminated against her because she knew black magic and refused to seek her help.

"If I feel bored at school, I might go and join in the fun and cause trouble for others? ...Forget about it during holidays."

"It's true that school is really boring."

Grindelwald, who also supported this view, was glared at by Dumbledore.

At this moment, the once excellent male prefect and student union president was no longer glad that Durmstrang expelled someone who led to their meeting. Instead, he was very dissatisfied with this dropout and agreed with the already difficult-to-manage naughty child that "school is boring."

After glaring at the man, the old principal smiled and patted his daughter's head, trying to change the dangerous topic.

"…If you were asked to design protective measures for the Philosopher's Stone, what would you do, Alison?"

Talking about this, Alison instantly became excited, smiling happily and taking advantage of the loophole in a bad way - since her father only talked about protective measures, not the game of breaking through levels.

"The three-headed dog guarding the gate is okay. After all, there are records of it biting people in the book... The first level below is the poisonous tentacles and Chinese biting cabbage!"

(Professor Snape, the only one bitten in the original book: …)

Dumbledore's long, silver-white beard trembled slightly, and his smile froze on his face. He imagined for a moment the first-grade children being attacked by the plants and screaming in panic - maybe they couldn't even scream, and they were torn into pieces.

The venomous tentacle is a spiny green plant with movable vines that will instinctively try to grab nearby living prey. The young branches secrete venom and the spikes are also highly toxic.

Chinese Bite Cabbage is a fighting herb known for its unique appearance and fierce character. It looks like a cabbage with teeth and is able to bite anyone or anything that comes close.

In the gaming world, these things are more efficient at killing monsters than the Killing Curse, and they can kill every monster with just one attack.

Alison swung her legs cheerfully and continued.

"In the second level, you can ride a broomstick and use the key to open the door. You can only walk through the corridor to a dean's office. You can only go to the next level next door by blowing up the wall! This is a test of whether your thinking is fixed."

Grindelwald couldn't stop laughing.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore couldn't laugh. He took a deep breath.

"Alison, if you keep going like this, Hogwarts will be blown up sooner or later."

Alison casually started tossing the pan, it was simply a non-stick pan.

"The fact that it could be blown up only shows that the Big Four cut corners back then."

After successfully choking her father, she continued her evaluation.

"The wizard chess level of Professor McGonagall is quite interesting. You can beat it or spend some time playing chess to pass it."

Dumbledore softened his expression in agreement.

"As for magical creatures, I suggest not putting a troll. It's too safe. An acromantula or a basilisk would be great."

Alison's heterochromatic eyes sparkled.

Grindelwald gloated, smiling and nodding in agreement, "Yes, those are very interesting."

Alison's smile became more perverse.

"For the potion level, the reasoning questions are written there... and then replace all the bottles with different poisons! Put poison on the outside of the bottles too!"

"Let those who try to pass the level experience what it means to be treacherous and not to be trusted!"

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Upon hearing this cruel and vicious idea, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched and he took a breath of cold air.

"Alison! The Philosopher's Stone is not in Hogwarts for students who are trying to pass it to go through this!"

Allison rolled her eyes, and the cautious little snake began to pick on the first-year lion cubs in a mean way.

"If I were Quirrell, I would have swapped the poison and antidote after determining them. And as a protective barrier, it shouldn't leave any entrance or life opportunities..."

"So, as long as you don't understand that this is a test from the school and that there are professors protecting you, those bottles are unsafe and you should consider using other methods to pass."

Dumbledore sighed with a headache: "You are too cunning."

He admitted that Alison had been thoughtful, but the test he had put to Harry and his fellow first-year wizards was already demanding: they had to muster the courage, knowledge and skills, and the justice in their hearts to stop Voldemort.

But he is not so picky or abnormal that he can see through and jump out of even the normal mindset.

The first-grade wizard was innocent and simple, and was not at all as cunning and ruthless as Alison, who had eight hundred tricks up her sleeve.