HP Shavings Wizard

Then, Alison grinned wickedly and tried to touch Professor Flitwick's head impudently.

The short and agile Professor Flitwick was quick to spot the sneak attack and dodged it nimbly by just shrinking his head.

Alison immediately started clapping and exclaiming.

"So agile! You're worthy of being a fighting champion!"

The kind and lovely Professor Flitwick was a little embarrassed, but he still tried to maintain his dignity as a professor and glared at the naughty child with little power.

The children were laughing like crazy and the whole auditorium was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

With so few people, Dumbledore did not give a few speeches as the headmaster did at the beginning of the term or Halloween. He just sat down and started eating, not caring about everyone running around. He chatted briefly with Madam Pince, who managed the library, and confirmed that Bathilda was still in the library.

Alison pulled a lottery cracker and it went off with a bang like a cannon, spewed out purple smoke that buried people, and exploded into a tall, pointed witch's hat.

The hat landed steadily on Alison's head. She tried to glance upward with some curiosity, examining the lace on the wide brim.

The students were also busy opening those wonderful colored envelopes of firecrackers, which contained various small gifts: various hats, some Sikor silver coins and Knut copper coins, and some living creatures would pop out, such as little white mice...

Headmaster Dumbledore smiled and watched all this, just like a kind old grandfather.

Alison opened another one, and several little white mice popped out and ran around on the dining table, causing the classmates next to her to exclaim.

Alison had no idea why the wizarding world had to include mice in its firecrackers - even small white mice.

But it's not a big deal...

She subconsciously cast a few silent killing curses, and the green light passed accurately, killing the little white mouse instantly. Its body fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

!!!

The bustling auditorium suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared at Alison.

This is really a big deal.

Although it is not illegal to use the Unforgivable Curses on non-humans, the Killing Curse is the most unforgivable of the three Unforgivable Curses. Unlike the Imperius Curse, its spell is terrifying just by being mentioned, just like when Bathilda interrupted Alison directly.

It seems a bit like when ordinary wizards face the name Voldemort, they all call him the mysterious man?

…Never mind, that’s not the point.

In short, using the Killing Curse in public in the Great Hall and actually successfully killing a living creature through murderous intent was a really big deal.

Alison reacted belatedly and explained.

"Ah... I used this subconsciously and my hand slipped."

Professor Flitwick coughed, breaking the silence.

"Well, Miss Grindelwald, it's okay to kill rats, but please don't use dark magic in public."

The red-haired little wizard stared at him with an innocent look on his face, gradually becoming interested, and excitedly consulted the dueling champion, speaking as fast as a machine gun.

"But, Professor Flitwick. If I use a basic spell to kill a rat, it would be too bloody and cruel... The Killing Curse is already the mildest one!"

"Have you tried the Levitation Charm, the Flip Charm, and the Ground Charm combined?"

Professor Flitwick was a little stuck, frowning subconsciously as he thought about the combination.

The magic power requirement is a bit high, if you want to move heavy objects...

But if the height and angle are right, maybe even the enemy's brains can be smashed out, or even half of his body can be paralyzed?

He imagined the scene and his expression was a little indescribable. Facing Alison's innocent face, his expression became more complicated, and he turned to look at Dumbledore.

The old headmaster signaled Professor Flitwick with his eyes not to think too much.

Professor Flitwick stopped talking.

Professor McGonagall took over. Although she had said before that there would be no more preaching at Christmas, this level of dark magic obviously could not be ignored.

"Ms. Grindelwald, I hope you can learn to control your behavior!"

Alison blinked. "...Then I use Transfiguration to create spikes and pierce the mouse's brain?"

Professor McGonagall paused: ...

As soon as she said this, Alison realized the problem herself - why not just use the Skull Expansion Curse to blow the brain open? To kill indirectly with Transfiguration, you have to aim at the flexible moving object and predict its trajectory.

Her eyes lit up again, and she continued to dismantle the salute, muttering to herself, trying to dismantle a few more white mice.

"…Wait, I have a new idea!"

"Using some of the transformed white mouse's blood, it will die from vascular embolism... This is a great assassination method..."

The old professor who was in charge of teaching Transfiguration frowned at this cruel idea.

Dumbledore spoke up to stop him.

"Alison, don't think about that for now, just enjoy the party!"

Interrupted by her father, Alison suddenly sighed and lost interest.

"It doesn't seem to make sense... Dark magic can already kill everyone, assassination is too niche."

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall's expression became even more serious.

"Ms. Grindelwald, I don't want you to become a complete dark wizard."

However, when the old professor's majestic gaze swept over the old devil next to Alison, she felt that she had no confidence in whether Miss Grindelwald could grow into a normal wizard.

Alison cleared her throat and tried to correct herself.

"…It can kill magical creatures. I just slipped up."

This kind of ambiguous correction made the two deans present stare at Alison, the little Slytherin snake.

Dumbledore interrupted the stare.

"Okay, relax, today is Christmas, we should be happy."

The atmosphere gradually became lively again, but the animals all moved away from Alison. A classmate took out a little white mouse again, and the mice scurrying around again made the auditorium ring with small screams.

Alison went to the rescue with a freezing spell, which successfully hit the little white mice, instantly freezing them into a block of ice.

The auditorium fell silent again.

Alison blinked blankly, genuinely feeling like her classmates were making a fuss out of nothing.

She tried to defend her quick hands and her willingness to help.

"I didn't use any black magic this time..."

Before he could finish his words, the ice block of the little white mouse over there shattered and turned into a pool of pink blood under the gaze of everyone, without even a piece of its body left.

Professor Flitwick felt a toothache and covered his face, his beard trembling.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath.

Alison, who keenly sensed that something was wrong, pointed directly at Dumbledore.

"Go and complain to him! He's my father!"

Being stared at by the professors, Dumbledore blinked innocently, then coughed dryly with some lack of confidence.

"Well... let's continue celebrating! Merry Christmas?"

One of the lessons Alison taught Dumbledore in the past few months was this: no matter how great a wizard is, as a father, he has no dignity or confidence when facing professors who come to complain about their naughty children.