HP Shavings Wizard

The next day, before leaving the Hogwarts Express, Alison went to find her junior subordinate Harry.

Harry was chatting and laughing with Ron and Hermione, and when he saw Alison coming over, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Alison waved from the door of an empty classroom.

"Harry, come here!"

The black-haired, green-eyed little wizard didn't understand what was going on, but he still said something to Ron and Hermione, then followed Alison away obediently.

Walking into the empty classroom, Alison looked relaxed and happy: "This summer, I need you to go on a business trip with your godfather."

Harry was suddenly hit by the formal word "business trip", which belongs to adults, and his face was confused and bewildered.

"… On a business trip? Where to?"

Alison winked at him playfully and casually gave the little wizard the main quest for the summer vacation. Today, her red eyes have fully recovered, and her heterochromia is beautiful and strange.

"Go buy a set of novels by the bestselling author Gilderoy Lockhart, and then go to the local area according to the above places to collect relevant news - you may use the Black family's connections to expedite the application for overseas travel."

"You don't have to go to all of them. You and your godfather can just pick a few places that interest you and go there, and treat it as a summer vacation trip - don't forget to buy travel souvenirs for your friends~"

Harry nodded, not quite understanding, and didn't ask the reason, but smiled. He thought of Sirius who had been complaining about being bored at home and waiting for him to come home and play together, so he gladly accepted the task.

"okay, I get it!"

Alison thought for a moment and decided to make her purpose clear, to prevent Harry or Sirius from leaking the information and reporting it out of a sense of justice, which would ruin everything.

"I heard that Lockhart may become the next Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. His experiences in those novels are suspected to be stealing other people's memories with magic. The local news in those remote areas should be evidence - after collecting the evidence, report it when I ask you to."

Harry summed up what she meant and was surprised. "You mean, Lockhart might be a liar?"

Alison nodded casually, and once again gave a word of instruction to her more reliable junior subordinate.

"A thief who steals memories, a liar... that's true. But he's pretty good as a novelist. You can read those books. They're all about other people's real experiences, and the writing is good. I'm keeping Lockhart for the time being. Keep an eye on your godfather and don't let him act on his impulses."

Harry promised seriously: "I know what to do, don't worry."

"Well, have a nice summer trip~"

Alison waved goodbye to him with a smile and turned to leave.

……

Summer vacation has begun.

Godric's Hollow, Bathilda's home.

When Bathilda saw Alison, she hugged her excitedly: "Little Alison!"

Alison kissed the old lady just as enthusiastically, and then, without giving Dumbledore any time to discuss the matter, she announced it loudly without asking for permission.

"Dad is going to marry Daddy during the summer vacation!"

Bathilda's eyes widened immediately, and her cloudy eyes looked back and forth between Albus, who looked helpless, and her secretly happy nephew.

"Really?!"

Grindelwald smiled knowingly at Alison's wink. Dumbledore also smiled gently, and admitted it with his old lover.

"Yes, Bathilda." x2

"Then I have to make you something delicious to celebrate!"

The old lady perked up, took out her wand, happily went into the kitchen and started to get busy. It seemed that even with the house elves taking care of the housework, Bathilda still loved cooking.

Even though he had just been pushed by his daughter in front of the elders, Dumbledore hugged her good-naturedly and couldn't help but smile gently.

"Thank you, little Ellie."

"You are my father... This is my home." Staring into those beautiful, bright, warm and smiling blue eyes, Alison shyly turned her red face away, pulled Grindelwald's sleeve again, and changed the subject, "How is Daddy going to prepare for the wedding?"

Grindelwald answered without hesitation, as if he had thought about it in advance: "According to tradition, the wedding will be held in Germany, and then a small banquet will be held in England."

Alison tilted her head in confusion and subconsciously complained, "Why didn't I know you were such a traditional person?"

The old father raised his eyebrows wantonly and arrogantly: "Is there any problem with this?"

The little red-haired wizard muttered in confusion: "Which party proposes in which hometown? I don't know much about wizard weddings, let alone same-sex wizard weddings..."

Dumbledore had been listening at first without interrupting, but now, noticing his daughter's confusion, he lowered his head and began to teach her with a smile.

"The wedding ceremony and details are different in every country. But no matter where you are, the most important meaning of a wedding is to make each other a real family."

Alison nodded in confusion. As the idea king among the three people, she came up with a new idea: "Do you need me to help you catch some magical animals like unicorns to act as an atmosphere group?"

The two old fathers couldn't help laughing. Grindelwald coughed lightly and tried to hold back his laughter before adding, "...No need. Having you here already creates the best atmosphere."

Alison had a subtle expression, she always felt that her father was scolding her.

Not long after, Bathilda came out with food and invited everyone to eat. At the table, the enthusiastic old witch kept asking the two juniors about the details of the wedding.

The two men answered patiently, with Grindelwald, the planner, speaking mainly and Dumbledore occasionally adding a few words.

Alison sat obediently aside, eating the melon seriously.

When she was excited, Bathilda even waved her magic wand and showed them some little magic that could be used at the wedding.

Finally, she took out an exquisite box with a hint of nostalgia and opened it carefully.

In the box was a pair of beautiful and exquisite silver rings, one inlaid with ruby ​​and the other inlaid with sapphire. It was a very traditional wedding gift from the elders to the younger ones.

For wizards, the ring circumference is not important. As long as the difference is not so big that it affects the overall shape, Transfiguration can modify it at will.

"This was a wedding gift my grandmother gave me. Now, I give it to you."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald smiled at each other, picked up the rings, and amid Bathilda and Alison's blessings and applause for their eternal happiness, they put the rings on each other's fingers again and gazed at each other with tender eyes.

Bathilda stood up and used the excuse of packing up, leaving the three of them chatting at the dining table.

As they chatted, Dumbledore suddenly spoke with a smile.

"By the way, little Ellie, we are going to invite you to be the flower girl."

Grindelwald nodded and added, "After all, you are the only child at the wedding, so the position of flower girl belongs to you."