HP Shavings Wizard

"With Harry around, he may be able to mature a little when he realizes that he needs to take care of his godson like a father. The Black family has a good education and talent, and all he lacks is a change in his mentality. Harry is also a sensible child, and he should be able to persuade him a little."

Alison said a few words of comfort like an adult, although she actually had no hope for it.

Walburga smiled with relief: "Harry is indeed a good boy."

After some pleasantries and business talks, Sirius took the Resurrection Stone and went downstairs, with the sadness still lingering in his eyes.

Dumbledore put away the Resurrection Stone and naturally showed gentle and kind concern again.

Things really didn't look good for the two Blacks.

The old lady experienced her eldest son's rebellion and betrayal of the family, and her second son's death and disappearance. She could only stay in the depressing and gloomy ancestral home every day until she gradually went crazy, waiting for a miracle to happen and her son would come home. She had made a magic portrait and placed it on the door with a permanent sticky spell, just to see her child coming home.

Sirius, who loved adventure and freedom, spent ten years in Azkaban, maintaining his Animagus form to empty his mind and prevent the Dementors from sucking away all his positive emotions and memories. He also starved to death - this kind of mental and physical torture could not be recovered in just two months.

Alison used the excuse that they still had Regulus' funeral to attend to, and that she was emotionally agitated, overwhelmed with joy and sorrow, so she took charge of the Black family and sent them and Harry back to rest.

Dumbledore looked at the backs of the people leaving and sighed slightly.

Alison, however, stared at her father up and down, which made Dumbledore very uncomfortable.

Dumbledore was wearing a dark blue robe today, which was embroidered with silver stars and moon patterns. The collar and cuffs were also trimmed with silver thread. He wore a white wool sweater she knitted underneath, which made him look elegant and beautiful.

The wizard's hat also matches the wizard's robe. His long silver-white hair is draped behind him, and his long beard is neatly trimmed. He looks like Santa Claus.

At this moment, Dad's beautiful, bright, sharp blue eyes were staring at her approaching through the half-moon glasses on his crooked nose.

Dumbledore gave a gentle smile: "What's the matter?"

Alison didn't reply, but only looked at his stylish glasses and Elder Wand curiously, before choosing to suddenly reach out and steal a hand at his wizard's hat.

The long white hair underneath was parted in the middle to both sides. Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then asked his daughter with a lively smile.

"What's wrong? Want to try it on?"

Alison looked at his long white hair carefully and answered slowly, "No, I just wanted to see your hairline as a British person... I was always afraid that Dad's hair would be taken off because it was attached to his hat."

She looked down at the M-shaped bald head that was common among British people, with a bulge in the middle and concave on the sides, which needed to be covered by long hair, and then sighed sadly.

"…It seems like my hairline is still a little high."

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he subconsciously reached out and touched his hair to confirm it again, then smiled optimistically.

"It's okay, at least it's still there!"

Alison turned her head and looked at Grindelwald's even thinner hair, which was now almost gone on both sides. The beautiful girl scratched her beautiful long red hair, visibly speechless and desperate. For the first time, she clearly realized that the shelf life of her beauty was so short.

“…It’s over!”

Grindelwald was unhappy when he heard such words that implied disdain: "Hey!"

Alison sneered, her attention drawn to her father's voice, and made a deliberately mean gesture of looking his hair up and down, and began to attack him again.

"Dad said you were a big golden bird. In my opinion, you are more like a bald bird now!"

Grindelwald gritted his teeth, secretly thinking about finding some potion to maintain his hair: "...Shut up!"

Alison snorted and sat back down on the sofa, then suddenly asked an unrelated question.

"You've requested a daddy wedding, and dad has accepted it. Can I look forward to your wedding during the summer vacation?"

Of course it was impossible now. After all, it was clear that Voldemort was possessed by Professor Quirrell. Her father would probably have to stay in school and keep a close eye on her, even during the Christmas holidays.

However, Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed when he heard this, and stared down at the cup on his desk.

"This one……"

Grindelwald studied him for a moment, then leaned back and narrowed his eyes.

Dumbledore stroked his beard, and as his eyes wandered, he met the hard gaze beside him.

Seeing that he was trying to escape, Grindelwald frowned and became dissatisfied, not even calling him by his sweet nickname anymore.

"Albus!"

Dumbledore sighed helplessly.

"…Okay, if the time is right, I'll consider it."

Alison blinked and added fuel to the fire.

"You're not going to wait until your old student, my dear senior Riddle, is done with before you're willing to relax and attend the wedding, are you?"

Dumbledore was silent.

Tom did have his reasons.

After learning that Tom had created so many Horcruxes, Dumbledore felt that the future was destined to be a long and difficult battle.

Of course, there are other reasons.

Although he and Gale did not care about other people's praise or criticism of their relationship, the wedding involved too many things. It was not only about their love, but also the forces behind it - even many of Dumbledore's old friends and former students had participated in the confrontation with Grindelwald and lost their family and friends.

As a leader, Dumbledore now has too many responsibilities, all of which are placed above their love, just like Grindelwald chose to put great cause above love.

Grindelwald had a gloomy face and exuded a dangerous aura.

Seeing this, Dumbledore quickly stood up and sat down to comfort his wayward lover who was two years younger than him: "Don't be like this, Gale."

After adding fuel to the fire, Alison smiled playfully and laughed at the father next to her loudly: "Resentful man!"

Dumbledore, who was always gentle and kind, was the first to glare at the naughty child.

Grindelwald ignored the naughty boy and just stared at Dumbledore, asking him in a harsh tone.

"…Albus!"

Finally, after some hesitation, Dumbledore reluctantly compromised and nodded in agreement.

"I admit that there are reasons for this."

Grindelwald snorted coldly, but still restrained the dangerous aura emanating from him.

Alison pouted in dissatisfaction and tried to add fuel to the fire: "You are so easy to appease~"

Both parents pretended not to hear her.