HP Shavings Wizard

Feeling her father's serious gaze, Alison tried to change the subject. She spoke in a light-hearted tone, trying to change the subject like afternoon tea.

"…Voldemort's main soul is gone—Is Dad unhappy?"

But it was obvious that the attempt to change the subject had failed, and Dumbledore did not want to let the little wizard go for the time being.

He was silent for a moment, sighed, and touched his daughter's head.

"I'm happy...but I'm more worried about you."

Ancient magic had long been lost, and not even many records were left, and most of the contents were mysterious. Even wizards, faced with those "traces of ancient magic visible to the naked eye" in the ancient magic records, were at a loss, just like Muggles facing magic.

People with magical talents are miracles blossoming in their souls, and wizards with ancient magical talents are miracles among miracles.

In the past, a famous person who used ancient magic was Lily Potter, who was killed by Voldemort. Her sacrificial magic protected her son Harry with her love and life. The mysterious field of ancient magic is recognized as obscure, powerful and dangerous.

Strictly speaking, Dumbledore could not see what Alison had extracted and absorbed from Voldemort's soul before. He could only vaguely feel that there was a huge and restless magic power flowing along Alison's wand, and that Alison had been prepared to seize Voldemort's power.

Tom's magical attainments were indeed powerful, but his soul was also filthy and broken. Alison had extracted and absorbed something from his soul, and the abnormality was clearly reflected in his appearance - the pair of evil eyes that turned blood red like Tom's after he embarked on the path of a dark wizard.

On this unknown road, even the greatest wizard of the time could not give his daughter much guidance and warnings. Dumbledore felt worried and tired in his heart, and he could not be happy even if Voldemort's main soul was ended ahead of time.

Alison reached out to cover his mouth, and her bloodshot eyes blinked playfully and cutely again.

"Well, absorbing emotional power is indeed a relatively unconventional use of ancient magic, but I'm just making use of a useless senior who I hate~"

Dumbledore didn't completely believe Alison's words, but he knew that asking further would lead to no results.

Those bright and clear beautiful blue eyes were still staring at Alison through her glasses. A hint of worry flashed in her eyes, but in the end she couldn't bring herself to blame her daughter for her dangerous behavior.

"It won't happen again."

"There's no second Voldemort. All that's left are a few Horcruxes."

Alison slyly switched concepts.

The old headmaster was almost amused by her nonchalant attitude, so he simply turned a blind eye and walked to the side, bending down to check on Harry's condition.

Alison ambled behind him, also crouching down to look at Harry.

Dumbledore frowned and checked every aspect of the patient, treating the abrasions on his body and focusing on his mental state, but found no problems.

However, the scream that Harry made at the same time as Voldemort was too strange, and the prophecy book that Alison gave him also stated several times that Harry would "feel severe pain in his scar" when facing Quirrell.

Alison was staring at and gently stroking the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead in an ambiguous manner, then she tilted her head and looked at her father who seemed to be in deep thought, smiling, and further clarified the matter.

"He fell when I used the Cruciatus Curse on Quirrell - I think it's not normal for him to feel the pain as if he were suffering himself~"

Hearing what Alison said, Dumbledore lowered his eyes and looked at the scar, his expression slightly gloomy and worried.

Harry, also a Horcrux, can even establish telepathy with Voldemort through soul fragments.

In the past, Dumbledore realized that there was some connection between Harry's scar and Voldemort, thinking that it was a mark of his rival left by Voldemort himself using the Killing Curse as predicted.

Now, the information that was broken like a puzzle was gradually complete, and the truth was clear, but Dumbledore was unwilling to think that it was a living Horcrux - this meant that he had to raise a child himself and let the child die at the right time.

You will develop feelings for a small animal if you raise it for a few years, let alone a lovable, living, innocent child.

Seeing that she had attracted her father's attention, Alison smiled sweetly and comforted him again.

"Don't worry. The main soul is gone, so a few Horcruxes shouldn't have much impact on him. After all, nothing has happened in the past ten years, so it's unlikely that this small piece of soul will cause any problems in the future."

Dumbledore stared at her for a moment, then recovered a little: "I hope so."

Indeed. Now Voldemort's main soul was killed in advance by Alison in an unknown way, leaving only some Horcruxes.

If the soul fragment attached to Harry's soul that Tom dispersed with the Killing Curse was very small, then after destroying those dead Horcruxes, perhaps the impact of the soul fragment on Harry could be ignored.

The boy who survived the disaster no longer has to bear the cruel fate and can use his life to save others.

The biggest worries in this child's life will be studies, love, work... He will live a safe and ordinary life like millions of ordinary people.

Perhaps in the future, Harry will tell his twelve children about his great adventures facing Voldemort when he was young, as easily and excitedly as telling a fairy tale.

Dumbledore waved his wand, making Harry light and floating, and grabbed the black-haired little wizard's arm. Then he took Alison's hand and summoned Fawkes to teleport around the school and sent them to the hospital wing.

The unconscious Harry was handed over to the care of Madam Pomfrey.

This lady who was proficient in treatment stayed in the medical wing and did not go to rest. On the bed next to Harry was Ron, a fellow patient who had just been treated and fell asleep.

Madam Pomfrey's gaze also lingered on Alison's abnormally red eyes, and then...

The uninjured father and daughter were driven out of the medical wing by the strict Madam Pomfrey.

Alison looked around in confusion, her eyes revealing the clear stupidity of someone who had never seen the medical wing at this time.

"It's late at night now, doesn't Madam Pomfrey need to sleep? She's so energetic..."

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and explained in a low voice.

"Bobby is the school doctor, so naturally he will be on call at all times."

Alison's complaint came out: "This is a cow's work!"

The headmaster, who arranged the Philosopher's Stone level, designed Voldemort, and indirectly increased the workload of the school doctor, blushed, coughed guiltily, and signaled the young wizard to watch his words.

Bobby obviously loves his job!

The medical wing isn't usually busy late at night!

Dumbledore asked Madam Pomfrey to take care of Harry first, and then took Alison back to the headmaster's office.

The battle had just ended and after absorbing the mixed power, Allison was a little excited, restless, and eager to tear down the house.

Thinking of what Harry had done in the original book, destroying the principal's office, she felt a strong desire to win.

She must be able to do what Harry can do!

Don't let dad be partial to you!

So she swept her arm over and immediately turned into a master of table cleaning, sweeping all the exquisite, rotating silverware on the spindly-legged table to the ground.