HP Shavings Wizard

Alison looked at Dumbledore quietly.

"……dad."

Dumbledore came back to his senses and subconsciously showed a kind and gentle smile: "What's wrong? Little Ellie."

Alison pursed her lips and comforted her awkwardly: "Don't be unhappy... I feel bad too..."

Dumbledore felt warm in his heart, his eyes sparkled, and he continued with Alison's words with a smile.

"Okay, Dad promises you."

There was silence for a while.

Alison stared at Dumbledore calmly, her eyes bright and sharp, just like her father's.

Recalling his father's previous restlessness and looking at the faint aura of dark magic on his body, the red-haired little wizard directly saw through his father's thoughts.

"Are you worried about my Obscurus?"

Dumbledore paused, not expecting Alison to be so perceptive.

"Alison, the Obscurus in you... is powerful, but also dangerous."

"You are still so young, and there are endless possibilities in the future."

He took a deep breath and spoke carefully, feeling a little anxious, and subconsciously put himself in the shoes of his nephew, Aberforth's son Aurelius.

The child drifted to the United States, and became an Obscure for various reasons. In order to find his origin, he kept wandering, and was deceived by Gale into believing that the Dumbledore family had abandoned him.

The power of the Obscurus comes from the negative emotions of the host. Gale kept provoking Aurelius at that time, overdrawing the child's life to enhance the power of the Obscurus.

Although he knew that Gale would not treat their daughter like this now, Dumbledore could not guarantee whether Alison, who worshipped power and was very similar to Gale in some aspects, would have any ideas of trying to use and enhance the power of the Obscurus in herself.

Dumbledore whispered, hoping for a promise.

"Promise Dad that you won't do anything stupid."

Alison sighed, truly regretting her impulsiveness and emotional instability, which caused her father to nag her.

"I can actually make it disappear, but as an additional source of dark magic power, and considering the unique advantages of the Obscurus form, I kept it..."

Her Obscurus was not obtained from the game world, but was born with her. If she hadn't deliberately fed it some emotional energy and Obscurus cards obtained from the game world, Obscurus would have disappeared long ago because of her overly optimistic and often negative mentality.

She herself could not necessarily accumulate any negative emotions by using black magic, and most of the time she was really happy using the Unforgivable Curses - especially when she saw the other side shrouded in a green ocean and falling down like straw.

Sometimes she feels that it’s nice to have such a thing to keep her company, like a little pet that was inherited from her aunt and passed down to her cousin, and then from her cousin to her.

A pet is passed down for three generations, and the pet remains even though the person is gone.

It seems like a bit of a hell of a joke, this thing is not a turtle.

She decided to hide the fact for the time being that many of the woolen products she gave to her father were knitted by the lovely Mo Moran. After all, her father had just received the gifts and had hardly worn them yet.

Dumbledore was obviously surprised that Alison had achieved exactly what he and Gale had envisioned when they were young, controlling the power of the Obscurus.

"Can you control it?"

Allison glanced at her father, leaned against him, and patiently explained.

"I have never rejected magic. It just parasitized me because of our blood relationship."

"I haven't completely lost control. Just like my dad is sometimes like two people, there is a part of me that always calmly observes everything."

Dumbledore nodded slightly and immediately understood.

Alison's eyes widened as she teased and gleefully teased her father.

"Ah! I understood it all at once! So what is the hidden part of Daddy like in Daddy's eyes?"

Dumbledore thought for a moment, lost in memories of his youth, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"...crazy, dangerous, but charming at the same time."

The latent part of Alison is indifference, while Gale is madness - people are always attracted by Grindelwald's charm, and perhaps the sense of danger is also one of the charms that makes people rush into the flame.

Including Dumbledore, who was also one of those moths, and the first one.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a smile in his eyes, and his expression was filled with the joy, wildness, temptation and bewitching of youth.

Dumbledore coughed lightly under his burning gaze and changed the subject.

"Let's get ready first."

Alison yawned slightly and skillfully prepared to arrange and order her father's subordinates around, without any courtesy at all.

"What's there to prepare? Why don't we just ask Professor Snape to pick him up... Hey! Wait! Is my dear dean spending Christmas at school? I didn't see him at the dinner yesterday..."

Dumbledore looked a little helpless.

"Severus was brewing a potion in his office last night."

Alison made the final decision: "Then let him go and take them to the headmaster's office! It's not embarrassing for the Slytherin headmaster to come forward."

The Black family advocates pure blood, but it seems that there are no pure-blood wizards of status staying at school for Christmas. It is even more strange to let the Gryffindor male prefect of the Weasley family to receive them, after all, the Weasley family is recognized as pure-blood traitors among pure-blood wizards.

Even the school principal is a half-blood wizard who stands on the pro-Muggle side, so just throw the Slytherin headmaster out. Anyway, they have done the best they can. After all, Slytherin is related to the Black family.

Dumbledore laughed, obediently took out a piece of parchment and wrote a note, asking Fawkes to deliver it to Severus who was staying in the cellar for the Christmas holidays.

So, on this snowy day.

The poor professor was forced to come out of his relatively warm office with a fireplace and work overtime for free to receive visitors from the Black family.

When the Black family's carriage passed through Hogsmeade village and arrived at the gate of Hogwarts, Professor Snape was already waiting at the door.

The Black family has sent out all its members this time - but even so, it cannot cover up the fact that there are only three people in total.

The current head of the Black family, Sirius' mother Walburga Black, Sirius Black, and Sirius' godson Harry.

Old Lady Walburga recognized the young professor and nodded politely, without going into a hysterical tirade against the half-blood wizard whom she looked down upon.

"Professor Snape."

It can be seen that the old lady has good facial features. She must have been a beauty when she was young, but now her face is sallow and haggard. There are rumors that Walburga has been seriously ill and is just holding on, so she has rarely been active in social occasions in recent years.

Professor Snape also bowed slightly: "Mrs. Black."

Walburga held Harry's hand all the time and followed Professor Snape as they approached the long-lost Hogwarts Castle, ignoring her rebellious eldest son.