HP Shavings Wizard

After petting the cat for a while, Alison glanced at the little animals sitting far away and smiled sweetly at them.

"Actually, there's no need to be so afraid of Azkaban... Just think about it, almost all the people imprisoned there are Hogwarts graduates!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became strange. The expressions on the faces of the little animals were blank, and they felt that their whole bodies were sublimated. They had never felt that the terrifying wizard prison was so close to them, and they could actually be related to it.

Dumbledore started to have a headache again: "Alison, don't scare your classmates."

Alison took another bite of Christmas pudding and swallowed it.

"What I said is the truth. It is a professional training class for dark wizards. It is full of seniors. If you don't have some strength, you can't get in. The wizarding world is a small circle. Look up the family tree and trace it back. Maybe everyone is related."

Ron, who was wearing a dark purple sweater in the distance, couldn't help but murmured, "...They didn't go to Azkaban just to study!"

This seemed to turn on some switch, and the little wizards, who had been so shocked that they had no clue what was going on, began to murmur and complain, making a lot of noise.

In a sense, it has restored the previous liveliness.

Alison held her face in her hands and looked at her father with a smile.

Dumbledore stared back at her helplessly.

Alison nimbly stood up and moved around to her daddy's side with a smug smile on her face.

"Daddy, give me a kiss and I won't scare them anymore!"

At this enthusiasm, Dumbledore smiled and kissed her forehead, and Alison smiled brightly.

Avoiding the tall pointed witch hat, Dumbledore ruffled his daughter's red hair lovingly, and whispered a warning in a worried tone.

"Go play with the lottery fireworks instead of scaring your classmates."

Hearing this, Alison couldn't hold back her evil smile and immediately turned into a playful one. Before her father could stop her, she loudly mocked people in a sarcastic tone.

"Okay~ I don't want to be so bored that I can't scare the poor kid who can't reunite with his parents on Christmas~"

"..."

For various reasons, the little wizards who stay in school cannot go home and reunite with their families during the Christmas holiday: What’s the matter?

At this moment, compared to the sadness and longing for their families, the little animals were more angry and gnashed their teeth, but they could do nothing about the mocking bastard.

Even some single professors felt offended by this indiscriminate attack, as if they were kicked by someone passing by. However, they did not want to argue with the naughty child of the principal, and their expressions became obviously speechless.

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

After adding fuel to the fire and provoking her, Alison sat back next to her father with a smile on her face, amidst the stabbing looks from the crowd.

Dumbledore could only shake his head and smile bitterly, trying his best to comfort the other children.

While he was busy taking care of the little animals' moods, Alison was about to steal the mead from his cup without paying attention. Grindelwald next to him pretended not to see what was happening under his nose.

When Dumbledore looked over, Alison lowered her head hastily and almost swallowed the cup.

The old headmaster was quick-witted and moved the wine glass away at a speed that was totally unlike that of a centenarian, without letting the red-haired little wizard get a drop of mead.

Alison looked innocent and withdrew her stretched neck as if nothing had happened.

Dumbledore could only continue chatting with the other young wizards, checking on Alison from time to time to prevent her from doing anything secretly again, and occasionally taking the time to glare at Grindelwald who was obviously gloating.

Alison sighed sadly and leaned against her father.

"Dad doesn't trust me at all. Where is the sincerity and trust between people?"

"You have no place to trust."

Grindelwald pinched her cheek and stared at his daughter.

With the long red hair tied up completely, the completely exposed beautiful face looked very much like the young Al he had seen with Legilimency when he was young, as well as the young Al in those magical photos.

Compared to Al when they first met, she was a little more immature. Just by looking at her, I felt that Alison naturally had some of Al's cuteness and humility, which made my heart soften.

But in actual interaction, this naughty kid's mean and doggy behavior can accurately poke a person's lungs, causing their blood pressure to soar in just a few minutes, completely removing that layer of filter.

He and Al both have a natural, keen insight into people's hearts and can easily see through other people's thoughts. They use this ability to arrange, lead, lay out, and calculate...

Alison, it cannot be said that she did not inherit this talent, but the way she used it was quite neurotic and boring. She basically used it to "accurately find other people's weaknesses and deliberately step on them, trying to provoke and anger everyone equally" - especially on her own father, she used it the most.

Hearing this, the little red-haired wizard couldn't help but chuckle. He playfully blinked his heterochromatic eyes at his father, and his tone was deliberately deep and immature.

"...As an ally, there's no need for you to say that to me, right? I'm strictly abiding by and resolutely carrying out our plan - I'm always reliable on key matters. I can also do 'learn to keep secrets at my father's knee' if I want to."

Grindelwald glanced at her indifferently, not wanting to cooperate out of courtesy.

"……childish."

The thoughtful old headmaster came over with a smile on his face. His blue eyes were as deep as the flowing sea. He observed the father and daughter named Grindelwald through his half-moon glasses and asked casually as if he had not heard what had just been said.

"What are you whispering about?"

Alison decisively complained to her father, but she never mentioned her previous conspiracy: "Daddy said I was childish!"

Grindelwald said expressionlessly: "...Isn't it?"

Dumbledore patted his daughter's head, blinked, and took sides between the father and daughter - as long as the child did not make too much noise, the child would always be favored by the parents. Of course, the attempt to make his biological father call him "Daddy" was absolutely unacceptable, as Gale's temper was not good.

"Don't listen to him. You can always be a child in my place."

Alison cooperated and rubbed her father's hand in return. After being intimate with him for a while, the little red-haired wizard gave her father a conceited and provocative look.

Grindelwald didn't bother to pay attention to her provocation, and picked up a glass of mead and drank it. This naughty kid would make fun of anyone he caught all day long, and he was tired of watching him. Anyway, on Christmas night, including the entire holiday night, only he and Al enjoyed a quiet time together.

……

All in all, a happy and warm (? ) Christmas passed.

Although we have to ignore the fact that Alison would disrupt the couple's relationship at night and try to pester her father to tell her a bedtime story.