HP Shavings Wizard

Grindelwald was silent for a moment, then smiled instead of getting angry. He reached out and held her in his arms, ruffling her soft red hair.

Alison, who had stopped crying, had slightly red eyes and looked up in confusion at his reaction:?

Grindelwald ruffled her hair with his hands, like petting a little pet, and said in a gentle tone: "…You inherited not only my acting talent, but also my coldness and selfishness."

The content of the words was so stimulating that Alison almost got goose bumps. She felt like an onion being gradually peeled.

Judging from her current words and actions and her apparent purpose of coming to help, we can say that she is cold, dramatic, mischievous, and lacks a sense of responsibility, but she is not selfish.

Alison lowered her eyes to hide her emotions: "...Selfish? I'm obviously working hard for you and Albus's father, right?"

"For me and Albus?" Grindelwald let go of her, put his hands on her thin shoulders, and leaned down. His eyes, one transparent and one green, with Germanic features, looked directly into her eyes: "...What you did, was it for us or for yourself?"

Alison stared at him, her eyes clear, innocent and stubborn: "I just want a family, a complete family with you and Albus's father. So many ordinary people are born with it, this can't be called selfish, right? We are mutually beneficial."

Grindelwald stared at her for a long while, then suddenly sighed: "...Ellie..."

He rubbed his brows, feeling that he had been tricked by the little bastard.

The old wooden floor creaked as I stepped on it, and the dust in the air floated slightly.

Alison felt a little awkward, and tilted her head slightly to hide more emotions, and added with a half-seriously frowned brow: "I just, sometimes I get a little angry that you didn't get together with Albus's father in the first place."

She really didn't want to say that she was the Blood Alliance Bottle, and that she didn't have any conspiracy, but she didn't want him to feel really guilty and sad. It was okay for her to bully her old father when he was naughty, but she absolutely couldn't let anyone suffer because of those past events.

Grindelwald paused, finally grasping the clue of the mistake, and laughed softly again: "...Really? Tell the truth."

Alison looked confused and puzzled, as if she really didn't understand what he meant:?

Grindelwald smiled even more happily, and leaned closer to her. "You don't think you can get away with this, do you?"

“…You are the Blood Alliance, right?”

!!!

Alison stiffened slightly subconsciously.

when? !

Grindelwald moved closer, almost to her ear, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "...I cannot mistake the aura of the Blood Alliance on you."

He stroked Alison's face with his dry palm, admiring it carefully and attentively as if he were observing a work of art.

Alison no longer tried to hide it, she subconsciously frowned, her face turned ugly in an instant, and she said unruly: "...Stinky old man! You keep playing me?!"

Grindelwald laughed softly, revealing the little bastard's hidden origins, and was delighted as if his prank had succeeded: "You were the one who schemed against me first."

Alison was annoyed and said something without thinking: "It was you and Albus who broke my past self into pieces first!"

Grindelwald paused, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a moment.

"…Feel sorry."

His voice was soft.

Alison was really awkward at this point, and a little sad: "…So what's wrong with me bullying you? I will still protect you if you are in danger, and I will try my best to help you be with Albus dad."

Grindelwald ruffled her hair again, smiling with relief and helplessness: "I know."

This atmosphere made Alison feel completely uncomfortable.

She glanced at her old father secretly and started to provoke him again: "...I have bad news for you."

"When you made the blood pact, I inherited your feelings for each other...so sometimes I have the idea of ​​snatching Albus's father away~"

Grindelwald stopped moving and looked at her slowly. The smile on his face gradually disappeared and his eyes became sharp.

Alison smiled happily and cutely, with an innocent and crazy provocative expression: "I want to stay with Albus, my father, and discuss magic with him. I want to chat with him about various topics, and I want to write him love letters to praise him... I want to do everything you want to do when you are sixteen, but I am not as bad as you."

She blinked at her old father's expressionless face, and like Dumbledore, she childishly used her little habit to ignore other people's emotions: "Whenever Albus's love for you emerges, it is always suppressed by your emotions... You can understand it, love rival."

Grindelwald stared at her for a long while, then suddenly curled his lips into a smile and responded in a good mood: "...Unfortunately, this bad news is not bad for me."

Once again not expecting this reaction from him, Alison widened her eyes slightly:!

Grindelwald slowly stood up and looked down at her: "I am glad that you have not completely turned into another me."

Probably understanding what he was referring to, Alison's expression became bored and cold, with some malice that was no longer concealed: "You mean those great causes? I have nothing but disgust for the root of my past brokenness. If you ask me, whether it's Muggles or wizards, I can do whatever I want."

Grindelwald squatted down, looking at her at eye level, and said calmly: "...Do you know why I created the Saints?"

Alison frowned and gave a standard answer: "…Because you feel threatened by Muggles? And you are dissatisfied with the wizarding world's Statute of Secrecy and want wizards to walk the world openly and become the superior people?"

"Not exactly." Grindelwald stared at her, emphasizing each word, "…because the war between Muggles and wizards is inevitable."

Looking at the same transparent right eye, Alison's pupils shrank slightly at the prophecy: "...Did you see it?"

Even after experiencing those game worlds, the bloody word "war" was always very far away from her.

There is a difference between ordinary battles and war.

She didn't say anything about the prophecy not necessarily coming true, or that the behavior caused by the prophecy might lead to the final result. Even if the prophecy will not come true, can the people who see it really just calmly not react?

She is still Grindelwald, and is very similar to Gellert in her heart.

Grindelwald did not answer her surprised nonsense, and continued to ask: "Which side will you stand on?"

This time, Alison didn't try to fool around. She frowned and remained silent for a moment, then gave a tactful response.

"I am not interested in the life and death of people other than you... If I must say something, as I said last night, I am a pessimist in some things and will always be prepared for the worst. Even if there is no war, wizards should become stronger on their own."

Grindelwald laughed. "...You are a very good heir."