HP Shavings Wizard

"If it were me, I would never do such a meaningless thing."

"..."

A complex expression flashed across Alison's face, and she glanced at Grindelwald who was speaking.

Dumbledore had obviously guessed some of Regulus's thoughts. He was silent for a moment, and then tactfully refuted his lover's "meaningless" point of view.

“Perhaps, it was a relief for him.”

Alison concealed the complexity in her eyes, ignored the fact that someone in the original book chose to die to protect his lover's grave, and teased him with a smile.

"If it were you? I'm afraid your silver tongue would have already undermined Voldemort's support and persuaded his Death Eaters to defect."

Grindelwald chuckled, his expression wantonly and flamboyant.

“…That’s exactly what I would do.”

Dumbledore looked at the father and daughter and sighed slightly.

Alison tilted her head curiously, "What's wrong? Dad."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"Nothing, I just think you two are really alike."

The little red-haired wizard leaned against the back of the sofa, his expression exactly the same as his father's.

"That's not the case - if it were me, I would choose to kill the Lightning Demons and the Death Eaters."

Grindelwald glanced at his daughter calmly and said, "You are still too naive."

Alison retorted, eyes widening slightly.

"Your idea of ​​gathering power is strange. With power comes power. Compared with others, I believe in myself more."

Grindelwald sneered: "So you will only be a feared dark wizard for your whole life. You are just a brat and will never be a true leader."

He stood up, walked to the window, looked leisurely at the scenery outside the window, and educated the naughty child from a high position.

"Strength is important, but knowing how to use people's hearts is the truly brilliant method."

Alison looked at the pretentious old man speechlessly, and decisively chose to stab him to death, asking with an innocent look on her face.

"So why did you lose the duel between you and dad? Was it because you didn't want to win?"

Hearing the naughty boy's attack, Grindelwald paused, his face turned dark, he could no longer maintain his previous image, and his voice came out from between his teeth.

"……Shut up!"

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing and interrupted with a light cough, otherwise he was worried that Gale would beat the child.

"Okay, that's the end of this topic!"

Alison wanted to listen to her father, but she was already shaking with laughter and collapsed on the sofa, unable to stop.

Grindelwald stood beside her, staring at her sinisterly.

Dumbledore tried to change the subject: "...Let's get down to business."

Grindelwald sat back on the sofa out of respect, but his expression was still not looking good.

Dumbledore said seriously: "You have all read Walburga's letter..."

Walburga sent a visiting letter and was so anxious to come the day after Christmas, obviously because of the Resurrection Stone revealed by Alison - she wanted to use it to see her beloved youngest son again, and for this she did not hesitate to hand over the Horcrux to Dumbledore, the leader of the Order of the Phoenix, and completely betray the Dark Lord.

The sensible and well-behaved youngest son resolutely went to his death and betrayed the Dark Lord who represented pure-blooded people, just to obtain and destroy the Horcruxes. This must have been a huge blow and warning to the mother who had always been oppressive and stubborn.

And the current situation is different from Regulus trying to protect the family: the Black family is left with Walburga, who is seriously ill and struggling to wait for his son to return, and Sirius, a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Even if there is no Horcrux, Voldemort's faction will want to kill this pure-blood traitor when they see Sirius.

The so-called discussion was just a change of subject. Dumbledore had already decided to agree to Walburga's request for a visit.

On the one hand, it was because the mother was indeed pitiful, and on the other hand, it was to see whether Walburga would abide by the deal with Alison and fulfill his promise.

As a father, he always has to help his daughter. Although he is uneasy about some of Alison's actions of gathering power and calculating people's hearts, if it is just the Black family, it will not cause a big wave.

Alison smiled, obviously guessing her father's intention to help.

"Ah~ Although I know that Dad will not refuse Madam Walburga's request to borrow the Soul Stone, I am still surprised that he helped me get the Black family so easily~"

Then, Alison looked sharply at Grindelwald who was snorting beside her, shook her legs, and smugly challenged her father.

"Hey~ Dad will take the initiative to help me gather power. Are you angry? Someone doesn't get this kind of treatment~"

With new hatred and old grudges added to the mix, Grindelwald's face darkened. He reached out and pinched the naughty boy's cheek, completely ignoring the fact that Al was still beside him.

Allison was caught off guard and was pinched. She struggled with a look of dissatisfaction on her face. This guy just started to fight when he couldn't win the argument. What a loser!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and couldn't help but persuade him again: "Stop making trouble."

Grindelwald snorted and let go of his hand.

Alison rubbed her face, glared at Grindelwald angrily, then immediately changed her expression, looked aggrieved, and started to complain to the only person who could control her.

"Dad! Look at Daddy!"

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched and his eyes warned her.

Dumbledore rubbed his brows and interrupted the quarrel: "Stop it!"

Alison yawned lazily and recalled the previous topic.

"…It doesn't matter. That lady is both important and unimportant. In the end, Sirius will inherit the Black family, and he listens to his godson Harry…"

Dumbledore was helpless: "Harry is still a child."

Alison was chatting casually with her father, when suddenly she frowned again, with a critical and sarcastic tone.

"...Their group of four called the Marauders is really... subtle."

"The core is Black and Potter. Black tried to use Lupin, a werewolf, to murder Snape. Pettigrew, who was obsessed with power and opportunism, betrayed the Potters in the end... During the seven years of school life, the close friends recognized by everyone ended up falling apart in the end."

Dumbledore sighed: "At least, they once had a true friendship."

Alison snorted and looked down on it.

"I don't like them. They are all troublesome to my father."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly at first, then gradually became serious.

"That can't be said... At least, they fought for justice."

"Alison, you have to understand that not everyone is as lucky as you, with strong power and enough resources to pursue what they want."

This sentence suddenly made Alison irritated.

"Lucky? You don't know anything!"

Dumbledore was slightly startled.