HP Shavings Wizard

The atmosphere in the auditorium became lively again, but many of the little animals moved further away from Alison.

Alison sighed and took the lead in complaining.

"Hogwarts is really strict about the Dark Arts. They discriminate against me just because I know a little bit of Dark Arts..."

Grindelwald next to him raised his eyebrows and glanced at his daughter with the old father's heterochromatic eyes. There was no father-daughter affection at all and he did not pamper her at all.

"I think you are not discriminated against because of the black magic, but because you have a bad personality and are annoying."

It’s not that Alison can’t act.

She did inherit some of Grindelwald's methods of bewitching people, but her enthusiasm is often short-lived and she can't help but want to torment others halfway through, doing whatever she wants.

For example, now, Alison opened her eyes wide, with a look of disbelief on her face, and she was acting like a real actress to the extreme.

"I am such a sunny, cheerful, warm, friendly, beautiful and lovely dark wizard, how could I be disliked by anyone? Don't talk nonsense!"

Grindelwald didn't even bother to pay attention to her.

Dumbledore could only smile at Professors Flitwick and McGonagall.

Noticing that other people in the auditorium were also glancing at her from time to time, Alison stared back curiously.

The little animals quickly looked away, some with pale faces and some with tense expressions.

Bathilda, who had returned to her alma mater Hogwarts for a rare occasion and had spent the day browsing the History of Magic books in the library, arrived late and took a seat at the invitation of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

The old witch smiled and touched Alison's head. Her cloudy eyes looked around the empty seats curiously, but she didn't ask any more questions.

Perhaps it’s a new tradition that has emerged at Hogwarts over the years?

The roast turkey smelled delicious, but it was a pain to eat. The house-elf's cooking skills couldn't save the bad ingredients.

The turkey chicken is dry and tough, and the meat is thick and hard to taste. Only the outermost layer of skin that has been marinated with spices and roasted to a crispy golden red is quite delicious - this is something they only make at Christmas to celebrate.

There is also cranberry sauce and gravy on the side to dip the turkey in, otherwise it would be difficult to swallow.

Alison complained as she chewed her turkey.

"School is so boring! No one wants to fight with me!"

The adults looked at her at the same time.

Alison looked back at her old father with sparkling eyes and extended the invitation, without caring about the old arms and legs of the two old wizards.

"Let's go fight!"

Dumbledore smiled and declined this not-so-good invitation.

"No! Little Ellie."

He touched Alison's head, whose expression had become pitiful, through Grindelwald and added.

"Today is Christmas, enjoy the holiday."

Alison was deflated, her eyes dimmed, and she uttered violent words.

"...I really want to be imprisoned in Azkaban..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore jokingly, leaving the task of educating the naughty child entirely to his lover and educator, while he himself was happy to watch the show.

The old principal, who understood what his lover meant, sighed silently and patiently asked the little wizard in a gentle voice.

"Why, Alison?"

"I want to study the Dementors! And kill the guy imprisoned inside~"

Looking at the cute little red-haired wizard blinking his heterochromatic eyes, Dumbledore got a headache after getting the answer and his face became serious.

"Alison, Dementors are evil! Don't even think about touching them! They'll suck all the joy out of you!"

"But the guy who absorbs happy emotions is really interesting... and the Dementor's Kiss, which is said to absorb the soul, but the person who is sucked just becomes a walking corpse, not dead, which is different from the Killing Curse..."

Alison retorted with gusto.

She thought of Isidora, a villain in the game world who once studied ancient magic and ended up taking the wrong path of absorbing other people's emotions to become stronger. Some descriptions of Dementors really resembled the effects of ancient magic in extracting emotional power.

"Don't you find it strange? ... Losing the soul, but the body is still alive. And Dementors can absorb emotions... Maybe emotions themselves are related to the soul?"

"The idea of ​​draining away all the happiness is itself strange... Our emotions are endless. Normally, even if they are sucked away, we can still generate happy emotions again... Unless they affect the soul, which is non-renewable..."

The little animals around who overheard this crazy idea of ​​"wanting to go to Azkaban to study Dementors" were startled and shuddered: Oh, a madman!

Soul and life are absolutely taboo areas in the principles of magic. Seeing that the topic was becoming more and more dangerous, Dumbledore stopped her.

"Alison! Stop imagining that!"

Alison blinked and partially confessed.

"Okay, okay! I've been a little interested in ancient magic lately, so I've been thinking about it a lot."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, his blue eyes staring at the little red-haired wizard through his half-moon glasses.

"Ancient magic is very complicated... I suggest you spend more time on other things."

Alison nodded obediently and went to eat the fiery red Christmas pudding. Before eating this, you must scoop it up first and then chew it slowly - otherwise you may accidentally break your teeth with a coin.

Over there, the oldest red-haired Weasley in the school, the head boy of Gryffindor, had almost knocked out his teeth while eating his pudding and was covering his face.

The dark aura of the Killing Curse had almost dissipated, and Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, approached cautiously and ate the dead white mouse on the table.

Alison stared at Mrs. Norris's dull fur and deliberately released a little of the ancient magic that attracted animals between her fingers.

Mrs. Norris looked up and felt attracted. She did not reject Alison and took the initiative to step forward and rubbed the little wizard's hand.

Alison touched Mrs. Norris, who was hated by ordinary students, and mentioned it to Filch naturally.

"…Her fur is a little dry…You should feed her more egg yolks and salmon."

Filch was stunned. He didn't expect Alison to care about his cat. The Squib keeper, who was often excluded by students and also jealous of the little wizards who could do magic, didn't know what to say for a moment and just nodded stiffly.

Alison's attitude towards Squibs was to ignore them most of the time, and Filch would not deliberately be stupid enough to make things difficult for this dangerous devil - now she was treating him like the owner of a cat she was interested in.

There is a subtle aura of magic about Mrs. Norris, and her name can also be seen on the Marauder's Map in the movie.

Ordinary animals are not shown on the Marauder's Map. The ones that have been shown before are: Peter Pettigrew, Crookshanks, Granger's pet who has the blood of the magical creature Kneazle, and Mrs. Norris.

If it's an Animagus, it should show the wizard's name, like Scabbers, instead of the pet's name.

A pet that can communicate with its owner like Mrs. Norris and report information, and another one is Voldemort's Nagini, an officially blood-cursed orc. The blood curse is a magical curse that is inherited between women, which can switch between human and animal states, but will eventually completely become an animal.

Hogwarts actually has a lot of secrets, but Alison now just wants to pet this cat, which is thin but agile, handsome and extremely human.