HP Shavings Wizard

As a Grindelwald, a member of the famous prophet family, Alison's mysterious attitude really shocked everyone.

Dumbledore paused, collected his thoughts, and said nothing more.

Professor McGonagall was a little worried. The serious old professor frowned and mentioned the drunken and crazy colleague who did not leave a good impression on her. Professor Trelawney would not eat in the restaurant tonight. She was probably drinking so much that she forgot the dinner time.

"Sybill's predictions are always bad. She often says things like omens of death, ominous things."

Since Professor Trelawney came to the school, she has predicted the death of students every year. At first, they were vigilant, but until now, no one has happened. There have been many such alarmist predictions, and over time, everyone has regarded her as a crazy liar.

Alison was very interested and told them mysteriously about the mythological origins behind Professor Trelawney in the original work.

"Her great-grandmother was Cassandra, a famous fortune teller - and if you know a little about Greek mythology, you'll know that it was the name of a Trojan princess."

Professor McGonagall was a little confused by the little wizard's jumping thoughts: Why did he suddenly mention Muggle mythology?

"…Princess of Troy?"

Alison sighed quietly in response to the situation, placed her fingertips on the table, and lowered her voice to tell the myth story to the curious professors.

"There is a widely circulated story that Cassandra, as a priestess of the Temple of the Sun, was given the ability to predict fate by Apollo. In return, she was asked to accept Apollo's love, but she refused - so Apollo cursed her in anger..."

Everyone couldn't help but ask again and again: "What curse?"

"The prophecies she made were always correct, but no one believed them, and they were all unlucky: betrayal, mistakes, death, and the fall of the country... Therefore, people not only did not believe her, but also laughed at and hated her."

There was silence.

This myth that almost reflects reality made several professors have complicated expressions and were filled with doubt and astonishment.

Snape suddenly sneered, breaking the silence.

"Boring legend."

Alison snorted, not wanting to argue with him, and hugged the arm of her father, who was also a prophet.

Dumbledore looked down at Alison, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes. He drank a sip of pumpkin juice, and didn't seem to care about the prophecies. Grindelwald was the same, with a calm expression, as if he was just listening to the gossip after dinner.

Alison held up her face, and thought of the previous topic of children's names and the unlucky child fan fiction. She suddenly became excited and put together the name with a serious face.

"If I find a child one day, I will definitely name him Voldemort."

"Voldemort? Grindelwald! I wish you a very unhappy life in Slytherin! Go to Nurmengard after you drop out!"

!!!

Her father, the greatest wizard of the time, was drinking pumpkin juice and almost choked to death on a mouthful of pumpkin juice.

Dumbledore, who kept coughing, fell beside Grindelwald, who was also speechless. His old lover used a "cough-clearing" spell to clear his trachea and save his life.

With the old headmaster's coughing in the background, all the professors looked at the crazy little wizard with an indescribable look. Even the nervous fear when they suddenly heard the name "Voldemort" disappeared - the fear was first dispersed by the outrageous emotions.

Just hearing the name makes me feel like a world war is about to start. And that arrangement, it can be done in one go, saving decades of detours, right?

Dumbledore finally recovered after being calmed down by Grindelwald. He looked at his daughter with watery and speechless beautiful blue eyes.

"Why would you choose such a name?!"

Alison winked playfully and cutely.

"It just occurred to me that if one really had twelve children, how many strange things would one have to cram into their names."

Professor Snape's face turned pale. Thinking back to the name that was sandwiched between Dumbledore and Potter, he felt like he was about to vomit.

"…Who would be so stupid?"

Alison's expression was exaggerated and she couldn't believe it.

"Dear Dean, don't you think this is cool? - I even want to add the Unforgivable Curse as my middle name!"

The Slytherin Snake King's face turned from green to black, and he said in a deep voice from between his teeth: "Put away your dangerous thoughts."

Alison shrugged and pouted, "No sense of humor at all."

Dumbledore sighed and laughed helplessly: "Little Ellie, your sense of humor is too extreme."

"Got it! White Bumblebee!"

The old principal was startled, then realized that his daughter was making a linguistic joke. His eyes were full of smiles, and he hummed a song briskly, which really felt a bit like the buzzing of a bee.

The old devil next to him smiled and lowered his eyes, carefully combing his old lover's long beard that had been a little messy just now.

Albus means white in Latin, and Dumbledore is a variant of Bumblebee. But it is really weird and funny to directly convert the meaning into modern English.

Professor McGonagall suppressed the corner of her mouth, and the attentive and responsible deputy headmaster mentioned another important point.

"Since Sibyl's prophecy may come true, we still need to remind students to be safe."

Forget about Harry's future twelve children. Although that's a strange big piece of news, it's not the point.

Alison took another bite of the bright red strawberry on the table. Her words were slurred in the sweet and sour juice.

"Not until Death returns and the final battle - of course, maybe nothing will happen. Well, prophecies don't always come true, after all."

Maybe prophets all like to be mysterious. After all, it is really interesting to see other people's confused and surprised expressions.

After showing off the original work without any purpose, she winked at the puzzled old professor playfully and repeated what Professor McGonagall said during the Battle of Hogwarts in the original work.

"'Stonewall' - I know you've been wanting to use this spell for a long time."

"..."

We are all smart people.

The situation is so serious that Professor McGonagall needs to use the "Stone Pillar" to drive all the dead things in Hogwarts...

Defend Hogwarts.

The old professor pursed his lips, sighed, and remained silent.

Alison still smiled mysteriously, looking gentle, calm, relaxed and confident, with a bit of her father's style, which made people subconsciously relax their solemn and nervous expressions.

"Don't worry too much, everything will be fine in the end - this is my prediction as Grindelwald."

Dumbledore looked at her and smiled with relief.