HP Shavings Wizard

Among the Hogwarts deans, Professor Flitwick, the dueling champion, should be ranked highest in terms of combat power, followed by Professor McGonagall, and the young Snape is probably the lowest. The deans are all very talented, and Snape's only difference is youth. Sometimes being older is also an advantage.

——I don’t know how to rank Professor Sprout. Herbology is also very strong, but Alison doesn’t think that the gentle professor is often willing to let Chinese biting kale bite people.

Snape waved his wand again, this time casting the Petrification Charm.

A silent and wandless armor charm appeared in front of Alison to block the incoming spell. Snape was stunned. He didn't expect that this little bastard could actually cast a silent and wandless charm.

The red-haired little wizard felt the weak petrification spell and suggested sincerely.

"Dear Dean~ If you are not good at it, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play~"

Professor Snape was so angry that his lips curled up sarcastically. Just as he was about to return the trash talk and continue the fight, Dumbledore appeared in the corridor.

Alison cleverly ran to her father and started to tell all the bad things about her dean, framing him like a little eunuch whispering to the emperor, and she didn't forget to hold the mini-pants in her hand.

"Dad! The dean is going to beat me!"

The double agent who was suddenly framed and involved in the intrigue of the workplace gnashed his teeth and complained to his immediate superior who was in charge.

"Dumbledore! You saw it! She is absolutely lawless!"

Alison looked back triumphantly and shook her snake hat at him like a pregnant green faucet.

"Who made my dad the principal~"

Professor Snape was furious: "You!"

Alison started to show off, with her own logic: "You have to listen to my dad, and my dad has to listen to me. Rounding it off, it means you have to listen to me~"

Thinking of his daughter's silence, the old headmaster unnoticeably protected the naughty red-haired little wizard behind him, smiled gently at Severus, and began to show partiality to him skillfully.

"Alison is a bit naughty, but she is not a bad person."

Professor Snape looked incredulous: "You are still protecting her?!"

Dumbledore winked his blue eyes playfully and endearingly at his poor subordinate.

"Severus, Alison is still a child and needs more guidance and love, not punishment."

Snape was disgusted and his face was gloomy. He gave a vicious suggestion.

"Care? A student as naughty as her should be punished! It would be best if she banned magic and made them clean all the bathrooms in the school!"

Dumbledore sighed slightly and felt a headache coming on.

"Severus, I know you are angry, but you cannot deny that Alison has not made any unforgivable mistakes."

Behind Dumbledore, Alison was happily floating up using a levitation spell.

She was wearing a tap snake hat and green pajamas, and was dangling Professor Flitwick's pants in the air, everything about her was challenging Professor Snape's nerves.

“It’s Christmas holiday now~”

The outrageous red-haired little wizard announced this in a cheerful tone.

The Slytherin Snake King's voice sounded like the hissing sound of a snake spitting out its tongue squeezed out from between its teeth. He felt extremely embarrassed just to talk about what the little devil of his own academy had done.

"…she grabbed Professor Flitwick's pants!"

“That’s because of love!”

Alison retorted with her chin raised proudly, then swayed away holding her mini pants.

Snape's face below looked green, and for a moment it was hard to tell the difference between the color of his face and that of Alison's pajamas.

It is very consistent with Slytherin, healthy and full of vitality! (Happy)

The old headmaster looked at Alison's retreating back, shook his head helplessly, and stayed there pitifully to accept the venom baptism of the Slytherin Headmaster.

Alison floated up the stairs and tilted her head when she saw her father coming over in the distance.

Grindelwald passed by and looked up, bewilderedly looking at his daughter who was floating in the air, holding a pair of mini pants and acting crazy: "...What are you doing?"

Alison floated above his head, looked down at him, frowned at her old devil father, and criticized and reprimanded him harshly.

"Who taught you to walk like that?! You're just like a Muggle!"

"Wizards should float!"

A wizard racist who has spent the first half of his life trying to start a war, rule over Muggles, and treat Muggles as livestock: …

Grindelwald sneered and snapped his fingers, forcing Alison to float down.

Alison fell into her father's arms, whining softly and angrily.

"Daddy is annoying!"

Grindelwald, who always paid attention to his status, grabbed the back of her neck expressionlessly, like grabbing a cat.

"Your current behavior is bringing shame to the family."

"Grindelwald~ Don't steal other people's pants!" Alison yelled in a sarcastic tone, and then chuckled, "But I think it would be super funny if they yelled like that~"

The old father snorted coldly, reached out decisively, grabbed the red-haired little wizard's ear accurately from the snake hat and twisted it, without arguing with the funny guy at all.

Alison begged for mercy with tears in her eyes and grimaced.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Daddy! It hurts! Let go!"

Grindelwald let go of Alison and lectured her seriously, retaliating against his daughter's criticism and reprimand in a petty way.

"As Grindelwald, you must always be mindful of your words and actions! Don't act like a crazy girl!"

Seeing his revenge, Alison rolled her eyes, "Then I'll change my last name to Dumbledore right here!"

Grindelwald stared at her and said in a low voice: "...Have you thought it through?"

Alison raised her chin proudly: "From now on, please call me Miss Dumbledore~"

Then she was hit by her old father with the magic wand in his hand - even though Alison had never used the wand to hit anyone.

The little red-haired wizard burst into tears instantly, his voice was very loud, and his voice was so loud that Grindelwald, who was bullying the naughty child, even showed a flash of panic on his face.

"Dad! Daddy!"

Dumbledore hurried over, his wizard robes fluttering.

"What are you two doing now?"

Alison hugged Dumbledore tightly and started to complain in a twisted voice, "Dad! Daddy asked me to change my last name to Dumbledore! He thinks my last name Grindelwald is shameful! I am only worthy of the last name Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore looked at his old lover with a stern face: "Are you serious?"

Grindelwald gave Alison a sinister look and explained to his old lover with a forced smile.

"I'm just teaching her how to be a good Grindelwald."

The old principal raised his eyebrows and looked up and down at this elderly dropout who had always been unruly and ostentatious, feeling a little ridiculous.

"… a qualified Grindelwald? Like you?"

The old devil crossed his arms across his chest, looking arrogant and feeling quite superior.

"At least I won't steal other people's pants."

Dumbledore nodded: "Indeed, you are indeed not as good as Alison in this regard."

Hearing his partiality and petty revenge, Grindelwald gritted his teeth, a little aggrieved: "Al!"

Dumbledore shrugged, a look that said 'you started it'.