HP Shavings Wizard

The old phoenix Fawkes flapped his wings in panic, but when he found that it did not affect his bird stand, he calmed down again, tilted his head curiously, and looked at the mindless actions of the red-haired little wizard.

The old father opened his beautiful blue eyes and watched calmly, without stopping the naughty child who suddenly demolished the office.

But he didn't say anything, it was the portrait that spoke.

The portraits on the wall that were sleeping and snoring were awakened by the crackling noise. A few of them opened their eyes and saw this scene, and screamed in anger and fear: "This is outrageous!"

Alison ignored them, but she didn't continue to smash things. Amid the exclamations and scoldings of the principals, she arrogantly sat down on the cleaned desk - it was a bit surprising, because she thought the desk with long thin legs would fall apart if she sat on it.

The portraits angrily accused this devil of being rude, but they all ignored Dumbledore next to them.

Everyone in Hogwarts has given up any hope of letting Dumbledore discipline their daughter.

Alison laughed triumphantly, shook her head provocatively, and made a face. Her abnormal red eyes were nothing compared to such a cheap and provocative act.

"Then do you have what it takes to fight me? You're just a bunch of guys hanging on the wall!"

The portraits were so furious that they were puffing their beards, glaring, or jumping up and down in anger.

Dumbledore sighed secretly and quickly comforted his seniors: "Everyone, please calm down."

Alison, on the other hand, swung her legs and announced happily to them.

"Although Voldemort still has some Horcruxes, but..."

"I! Alison Dumbledore Grindelwald! Killed Voldemort's main soul!"

The portraits turned their gaze away from Dumbledore, fell silent, looked at Alison in surprise, and then subconsciously looked at Dumbledore again.

This time, just mentioning this, Dumbledore's face showed pride and joy. He smiled and nodded to confirm them, and his long silver beard swayed.

"Yes, Alison did."

Although there are still some Horcruxes to worry about, the most dangerous main soul has indeed been eliminated.

At this moment, all the headmasters of Hogwarts stood up in awe on the surrounding walls and applauded Alison, bursting into warm applause.

No one would pursue the inappropriate mischief of the great hero anymore.

After applauding, some of them waved their hats, some waved their wigs, rushed between the frames, shook hands tightly with each other, and jumped up and down on the chairs in the paintings.

Phineas Black no longer felt ashamed this time. Instead, he wiped his tears excitedly and shouted in his high-pitched voice: "This is a Slytherin student! She is a Slytherin!"

It is true that being flattered by a group of people can make people feel flattered. Alison raised her chin and said arrogantly, "So even if the hero wants to sit on the principal's desk or tear down this place, it's all right!"

The portraits laughed even more happily, and even the professor loudly egged and encouraged her outrageous behavior.

Alison jumped off the table and tried to grab her dad's half-moon glasses.

Dumbledore dodged nimbly and looked at her smilingly through his glasses.

Alison deflated.

"why not?"

Dumbledore took off his ordinary pair of myopic glasses, wiped them, and put them back on in a gentle tone under his daughter's expectant eyes.

"Alison, stop it."

Alison snorted and gave up her insistence, examining the Elder Wand in his robe pocket with interest.

Unexpectedly, her father handed the Elder Wand to her as easily as if he was handing over a toy.

Alison's eyes widened, feeling confused.

"Why is it okay with wands but not glasses?"

Dumbledore explained patiently: "The glasses are my personal property, but the wand -"

Alison was even more confused and interrupted him directly: "One of the Three Deathly Hallows, the Elder Wand - but shouldn't it be given to others?"

She really didn't understand the act of handing weapons to others, not to mention that among the previous owners of the Elder Wand, there were those who killed their own relatives in order to get it.

Dumbledore chuckled and rubbed her head. He didn't explain his thoughts too much, but just watched with quiet curiosity what she was trying to do with the Elder Wand.

"Alison, you are the most important thing to me."

Alison sighed, reluctantly waving the old wand that had been around their house, casually using an orchid blossom, and looked up to ask her father.

"Although it's out of trust, but wouldn't it feel a bit uneasy to hold a weapon in someone else's hands?"

Unexpectedly, she was entangled in this. Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Indeed. However, I believe that little Ellie will not hurt me."

As he said this with a smile, he looked at the scattered things on the ground, controlled the teapot, teacups and teaspoons to fly over, and with a light tap of his fingers gracefully, he poured out two cups of black tea, added three sugar cubes and stirred it.

After taking a sip of black tea, he busied himself with the candies in the drawer, took out a can of lemon sherbet, took one out and handed it to Alison.

Alison handed the old wand back to him, put her mouth close to the lemon snowball, and chewed it. Her mouth was full of sour and sweet taste with a hint of lemon astringency.

"... Well, that thing is just okay."

She didn't know whether she was talking about the lemon sherbet or the old wand that was a little sluggish to use.

Dumbledore took a sip of his tea and laughed again.

Alison looked at his relaxed appearance and took a sip of tea, muttering to herself and complaining.

"...drinking tea late at night."

Dumbledore smiled and tilted his head to carefully observe the night scene outside the window.

The night sky looked like a piece of black velvet cloth used to cover the table for divination. The stars were bright, and the sky was full of twinkling stars. It looked like a good time for stargazing.

After a while, he suddenly turned his head: "Alison."

Alison chewed her lemon sherbet and looked at her father, blinking her eyes, confused.

Dumbledore looked at her with tender eyes and suddenly smiled.

"……nothing."

"It's already late, go back and rest early."

Alison didn't move, she picked another cockroach and started eating it, holding her face up and asked him.

"Let's go back to Godric's Hollow together during the summer vacation?"