HP Shavings Wizard

Alison is an overly smart kid.

The old principal was not annoyed, but smiled good-naturedly: "Then you tell me first."

Alison straightened up and looked at him intently, her heterochromatic pupils fixed on the deep blue eyes behind the half-moon glasses. There was a sense of danger in her tone, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, stubbornly wanting to confirm her father's love.

"…You have to promise to stay with me forever! Love me forever!"

Dumbledore's breath hitched.

He looked at his daughter in front of him, with a hint of complicated emotions flashing in his eyes.

That kind of dangerous, hot, persistent, pressing, predatory love gave him the illusion that he was facing Gail from the past.

Alison is so much like Gail.

Gail's words, "You promised to stay with me forever, you promised," seemed to ring in my ears at the same time.

Dumbledore looked away, remained silent for a moment, and finally compromised - just as he was unwilling to see the person in front of him clearly at that time.

At this moment, he was also blindly making a promise for the sake of love.

"it is good."

Alison laughed lowly, in amusement and excitement.

"Dad actually agreed! In fact, Dad only needs to act coquettishly with me and tell me that you love me, and I will agree. It's the easiest to talk to someone like me who has no bottom line!"

Dumbledore's bright and clear blue eyes gazed at the child in his arms again, and he gently combed her long hair with his thin and slender fingers, responding softly and solemnly.

"...I know, but I don't want to achieve my goal this way."

"Alison, I love you, it's a fact, no conditions required."

Alison's expression went blank for a moment.

What the Blood Alliance inherited from Grindelwald was the idea that love can be plundered, mixed with various means and calculations - and she has always done so.

Constantly provoking his parents, suspiciously confirming their ideas, hiding his dark side that would never be accepted, and morbidly and extremely plundering attention and vigilance...

She actually doesn't know how to love, but she is full of love and at the same time longs for more love. In the end, she can only stubbornly want her father and daddy to be with her forever.

Dumbledore's hand gently stroked her head.

Alison almost instantly lost all her edge, even the smile and arrogance that usually appeared on her face disappeared. She became as docile as a kitten, rubbing her father's hand softly and coquettishly.

Dumbledore sighed in his heart, feeling a little bitter and distressed.

He knew very well that Alison's feelings for him were not pure, because of the bad past that he didn't know about, and even her personality became extreme and distorted...

But he is still willing to tolerate his own blood relatives.

After patting Alison's head, he pushed the little wizard's body slightly and whispered instructions.

"Now, go take the test."

Alison blinked, and for a brief moment, she smiled lightly and sincerely. Then she nodded and returned to her usual nonchalant look, as if nothing had happened.

……

The exams were not important, although Alison did finish the simple questions carefully - and she had to endure the amused glare from her head of house in Potions class.

Did she actually attract more hatred than Gryffindor and Harry?

During the exam, Alison deliberately made the students act like little animals. Often when everyone was halfway through writing, they would see someone handing in the paper early and walking away in a swagger.

Most of the little animals were holding anti-cheating feather pens, still thinking hard, frantically recalling the knowledge in the books and the content of the class: ...

until late at night.

The scene of the confrontation between Harry and Quirrell appeared clearly in front of her eyes. Alison blinked her heterochromatic eyes and slowly left the Slytherin dormitory, walking on the way to the right corridor of the fourth floor.

The corridor was not quiet. There was a faint rhythmic snoring sound from some magical portraits - but was it really necessary for such useless things to imitate the real person?

Alison waved her wand, and music began to flow from the harp next to her. The three-headed dog was about to roar, but fell back into sleep.

The bar that the half-blood giant likes to go to has everything: three-headed dogs, dragon eggs...

A group of dangerous smugglers...

If it were in the game world, she would have broken into the camp and slaughtered everyone.

After floating down the trapdoor, he had only taken a few steps when he met Hermione, who was riding on a flying broomstick and carrying the unconscious Ron, going up to find the professor to inform him.

The broomstick flew up, and Alison glanced at Hermione, who looked shocked to see someone else coming.

"Don't……"

The words of the little witch with fluffy and messy brown hair floated lightly in the air. It was unclear what her shrill voice was saying, and the broomstick had already taken them to the exit in the opposite direction.

The Fiendfyre beside Alison pushed back the Devil's Snare from a distance, and then she followed the path previously opened by the resentful creatures and moved forward slowly.

When it came to the logical reasoning level set by Professor Snape, the flames at the door were controlled by Transfiguration, and the gentle snake curled up and made way.

Alison ignored the strange noises behind the deepest door and looked at the bottles of potions one by one with great interest.

Is the poison really poison? For a level-breaking game, the little wizard should not be punished with death for making a mistake in logical reasoning.

She collected all the ownerless potions on the table and put them into her system backpack, not even leaving out the bottles of nettle wine.

As for the dean of our own house who might come to collect the things...

who cares?

She doesn't care anyway.

After picking up the spoils, Alison walked slowly through the flames and entered the last room.

She glanced casually at her little map.

Wow! It’s so lively!

The old headmaster said to others that he was called away by a letter from the Ministry of Magic, but in fact he was hiding nearby, ready to rescue at any time.

Voldemort and Quirrell share the same body.

There was also Harry, who was trying hard to protect the Philosopher's Stone and was about to retreat to the door towards Alison.

It looks like a performance by two people, but in fact it is performed by four.

It's a final exam, right?

In order to ensure the final grades of his alma mater's students, the senior who is the president of the student union waited until the final exams were over before taking action, and also added a martial arts duel to the exam.

This is not the first or second time. It happens every year in the original book. The paranoid senior always takes action around the end of the semester and keeps doing it until his beloved younger brother graduates - it seems like he has some serious illness.

Maybe it's the splitting of the soul, and the division of IQ as well.

Alison came in just in time to see Harry's wand pointed at the two-faced man.

The man's arms were bent behind his back. On the back of his head was an extremely pale face with glowing red eyes and two snake-like nostrils below - Voldemort had lost his nose.

Harry, with scratches on his face, stared at Voldemort who was threatening and tempting him, and a deep blue spell light burst out from the tip of his wand.

The first-year black-haired, green-eyed little wizard cast an unforgivable black magic spell at the enemy in front of him.

"The soul is out of body!"