HP Shavings Wizard

“…I’m sorry, Dad.”

Alison immediately controlled her emotions, closed her eyes, and suppressed her slightly agitated Mo Mo Ran. She looked at her father who was stunned by her sharp words, and apologized in a low voice.

Dumbledore's fingertips trembled slightly, and he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

Seeing that his daughter was in a bad mood, he walked over silently, sat down, and patted her shoulder gently.

"It's okay, Ellie."

Grindelwald reached out and touched her head.

Alison, who was sitting between daddy and dad, looked listless. She lowered her eyes quietly, like a doll, lifeless.

The atmosphere was a little dull for a moment, as if the word "lucky" that Dumbledore had just said inadvertently really made her react strongly.

This is quite rare, after all, Alison has always been a flamboyant and unruly kid who makes a lot of noise wherever she goes.

She treats other people with contempt, just like a toy, and teases them when she's interested, without caring about other people's emotions at all - except when she's facing her parents. She regards Dumbledore and Grindelwald as the only two of their kind in the world, so she has such a big emotional reaction to what Dumbledore said.

In silence, Alison had completely calmed down, and she had a lot of thoughts in her mind. She remembered that she had said that people could not understand each other, and she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make her father feel more distressed and concerned.

Apart from her own personal emotions, she could easily guess that it was the powerful talent he had since childhood that gave Dumbledore this idea - not only Dumbledore, but also Grindelwald, believed that magical power was a kind of luck, a miracle that only bloomed in a few souls.

If she had grown up in a magic world and could easily gain power through her talent, she could indeed be called lucky. But now it was not bad either, as she had gained stronger power and could prevent their death, which was worth it.

I would rather die sober than live confusedly.

"Since Dad said that love can transcend everything and he will choose to love me forever, then..."

Alison's desire for love grew wildly.

Some of Grindelwald's hidden thoughts when he was young have always influenced her: love can be plundered and calculated, it all depends on the means used.

Dumbledore kept patting her back in a soothing rhythm, asking softly, as if he didn't want to disturb her.

"Alison, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

Alison revealed part of the truth in a low voice.

"…My powers have never been anything but lucky."

Dumbledore said nothing, but waited quietly with Grindelwald, listening patiently.

"…I have practiced the Killing Curse in actual combat no less than three thousand times."

Dumbledore's pupils contracted.

Grindelwald's grip tightened slightly, and his knuckles turned white.

Black magic can indeed corrupt people, and the most famous of these is the Killing Curse, which can pollute or even damage the soul of the caster.

If Alison's soul had not evolved, becoming much tougher and more inclusive of various attributes, and if it had not been for the assistance of ancient magic, she would probably have a dark and broken soul now.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

His inquiring blue eyes stared at Alison through his half-moon glasses, his silver beard trembling slightly, but he hoped so much that he was wrong - for the first time, he hoped so much that Alison was just lying.

"Alison, tell me what happened."

Alison leaned against Grindelwald and spoke slowly and calmly.

"I don't want to say it! Anyway, although I have good talent, I have never lacked practical training... thousands of battles... My strength cannot be summarized by luck..."

Grindelwald reached out and pulled her into his arms, taking over from Dumbledore, patting her back soothingly.

Dumbledore remained silent, then spoke slowly and with difficulty: "...I'm sorry, Alison."

This was not only a flippant comment about how “lucky” he was because he didn’t know Alison, but also a belated apology as a father for not protecting his daughter.

Alison stared at her father's expression, then gently reached out and held his hand, her soft hand overlapping her skinny old hand.

She suddenly felt a slight regret and didn't want to let that sad expression appear on her father's face - she knew that Albus was so thoughtful and emotional, but she still chose to deliberately stimulate him with the truth because she longed for love.

"…It has nothing to do with Dad, and Dad doesn't know…I shouldn't lose my temper with Dad."

Dumbledore rubbed her head, and because of the comfort of the red-haired little wizard, he relaxed a little and smiled.

"It's okay, Alison. We're family, aren't we?"

"Don't think about those unhappy things, everything will be fine."

Grindelwald, who was sitting next to them, had gotten over his previous shock and vaguely realized something. He paused slightly, stared at Alison with his heterochromatic eyes for a moment, but did not interrupt the warm apology between the father and daughter. He just lowered his head and gently kissed Alison on the head.

Although he looked relaxed and gentle on the surface, it didn't mean that Dumbledore really felt that way in his heart.

He had not forgotten the familiar dark aura he felt in Alison, which was accompanied by the family tragedy in his youth and encountered again in his middle age - Mo Mo Ran.

He and Gail had studied it in depth.

Alison has a strong magical talent and is not averse to magic at all. She is used to using magic to solve most problems. Then how did the parasite Momoran, who was derived from her body and rejected and suppressed magical power, come into being?

Obscurus can be transferred between blood relatives.

According to the time when he and Gale made the blood pact.

…This is the one with Ariana and Aurelius.

After parasitizing and eroding life one after another, the dark force has obviously become stronger and more dangerous.

Outside the window, snowflakes are flying.

The fireplace in the principal's office was still warm.

Dumbledore was in a state of confusion and could hardly suppress his worries.

No matter how powerful the enemy is, the old headmaster would not lose his composure. But now, this terrible power has once again strangled the throat of Dumbledore's relatives, making them count down their lives towards destruction.

Grindelwald shook his head slightly and gave Dumbledore a reassuring look.

He knew that Alison was an Obscurial from the first time they met, but he didn't interfere and didn't tell Al. Since Alison was able to use magic flexibly and easily control the Obscurial without endangering her life, Grindelwald chose to respect his daughter's privacy.

Seeing what his old lover meant, Dumbledore's eyes were deep and he decided to find time to have a good talk with Gale.