HP Shavings Wizard

A bone staff appears in Alison's left hand.

It was a lightweight bone staff finely carved from a vertebra: the Spine of the Tomb.

After the bone staff was swung, a bone wall condensed out of thin air in front of him. The magic spells from the opposite side hit the bone wall, crackling and exploding a part of it, but still failed to completely break through the defense.

Alison cast the spell with ease, and the blue fire wall chased and hit the enemy under her command, as gracefully and calmly as conducting a band.

Feeling the calm gaze lingering on her in the open space beside her, Alison gradually calmed down, a smile appeared on her face, and the cold resentment and jealousy from before were no longer there.

Yes, there is jealousy.

Alison was insanely jealous of the attention that this senior had taken over the rest of her father's life - how much time had Dumbledore spent, directly or indirectly, on Voldemort?

The Order of the Phoenix was organized to fight against him, Harry was trained to fight against him, and even after he was finally cursed by him, he was still obsessed with scheming and gambling with him.

Why should he? !

Since she was a child, her father personally went to the orphanage to pick her up. She was also given special attention at school, and her father personally taught her. Her future research, attention, and battles...

I can't live without Dumbledore for the rest of my life.

That's obviously her father!

go to hell!

Alison smiled sweetly and announced viciously, the red in her eyes gradually intensifying.

"Several of your Horcruxes have been destroyed~"

“I once had an enemy who said: Not even death could save me from him… Now I give this to you.”

The weak and pale back of the head opposite never thought that his biggest secret would be discovered. His face changed instantly and he stopped casting the spell: "What did you say?!"

He looked at Alison, a flash of panic in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, completely sobering up from his anger and greed, and regaining some of his sanity.

"Retreat first! We'll find a chance to get rid of this little wizard later."

With this thought in mind, a gray soul forcibly separated from its temporary host, Quirrell.

In the mirror, one could see that Quirrell, whose magic power had been overdrawn by the fierce battle, had a look of despair in his eyes and begged, but he could not get any mercy from his master who was in danger himself.

Finally, this seduced, pitiful and hateful man fell to the ground with a thud, and his red dot completely disappeared from the minimap.

Alison's bone staff pointed accurately at the gray soul that was escaping, thinking it was safe but was actually fragile and helpless.

Surrounded by layers of blue flames rising into the sky, she imitated her father with great interest, asked a question cheerfully and giggled.

"Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you, Senior Riddle?"

The bone soul that emerged from the bone staff screamed miserably and was driven by the necromancer to attack Voldemort's soul, gnawing and biting it madly to prevent him from escaping.

The weak soul howled in pain and struggled desperately, but was unable to break free from the besieging evil spirits.

While he was at his most emotional, Alison then used ancient magic.

Like the villain Isidora in the game world, the tip of the wand quickly extracted a large amount of black power with red light from the gray soul, and it flowed smoothly into her ancient magic.

Voldemort felt himself getting weaker and weaker, as if something was leaving him. Then, the painful struggle of the soul body was like a sudden disconnection and freezing.

——It gradually became numb and dull, no longer reacting to the playful gnawing and biting of the vengeful spirits. It was like an empty shell, completely losing all emotions in its soul.

It was no longer as afraid of death as it had been a few minutes ago.

After absorbing a large amount of emotional power from top wizards, Alison's eyes turned completely red, and her arm was tightly held by the skinny and slender hand next to her - that hand seemed to be shaking a little?

What happened just now happened in a flash.

Dumbledore, who was hiding nearby, could only see Alison pulling away and absorbing the strange power, his eyes turning blood red. In the end, he only had time to grab Alison's arm.

Alison calmly followed the predetermined plan, and used Quirrell's body to launch a poison explosion, dealing damage and finishing off the enemy.

The inside of the corpse exploded gently, causing it to bounce slightly and emit a green poisonous mist.

The corpse poison spread quickly, briefly dyeing the gray soul next to it green, and then completely dissipated into gray ash.

The dead, abandoned servant on earth saw off the master who had abandoned him for the last time.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

Dumbledore couldn't see the origin of certain magic, and didn't know how Alison managed to erase her soul. But he could feel that Alison was in danger and her mental state was very unstable.

So he lifted his invisibility and took the initiative to give the little red-haired wizard a gentle hug.

Alison was not surprised, and turned her head to look at Dumbledore. As they looked at each other, her expression suddenly softened, and her red eyes were filled with sincere joy, and she called out sweetly.

"Dad~"

The fire shield that could not harm the three remaining people in the room gradually dissipated - this was good news.

This means that even though her current state is unstable, the degree is always limited, and Alison can still steadily control the most difficult to control Fiendfyre.

However, when Dumbledore let go of Alison, he still looked at his daughter with concern, his gaze lingering on her red eyes for a moment, his eyes slightly darker.

"Are you okay? Little Ellie."

Alison chuckled and glanced at Harry, who had already fainted on the ground and still had the leisure to joke.

"Of course I'm fine... But I thought Dad would be concerned about the fainted one first."

"You still have the mind to joke."

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, feeling the unusually powerful force fluctuating in her body, complained softly, and asked tentatively.

"…What kind of magic did you use just now?"

Alison playfully winked her red eyes at her father and was very frank with him when she faced him.

"Ancient magic—I mentioned it at Christmas."