HP Shavings Wizard

Alison nodded and agreed to the temporary role of flower girl. Then, she looked at her father suspiciously, frowned slightly, and asked another question sarcastically.

"…Who are you going to invite? I'm really worried that some of the guests down there might get so emotional that they'll cast an Unforgivable Curse on you."

The old devil obviously didn't care: "Then give them an Avada--"

The complete version of the spell was interrupted by the old principal's hand.

Grindelwald, who was hit lightly, chuckled but said nothing more.

Alison looked at him, feeling indescribable, and her smile gradually disappeared: "...Then do we still need to leave time for the honeymoon?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Of course, after the wedding, we will go traveling."

The little red-haired wizard had a sour face and felt abandoned. He said, "What about me? Are you going to..."

Dad gently interrupted her wandering thoughts: "Of course you want to come."

Alison immediately smiled happily and threw herself into her father's arms, nuzzling around.

"Dad is the best~"

Grindelwald watched from the side, feeling a little jealous. When Alison turned to look at him provocatively, he narrowed his eyes dangerously, leaned over and kissed Dumbledore to assert his sovereignty.

Alison, who was shown off by her father, gritted her teeth and decided to hang on her father all day: "...childish!"

Grindelwald stared down at her and smugly retorted, "Same here."

In the end, the two Grindelwalds, one big and one small, started quarreling, and Dumbledore had to mediate again.

……

Alison didn't know why it happened so quickly.

Bathilda had already started counting and packing her luggage, and the two old fathers were there to help.

The young wizard looked at the mess of things in confusion: "…Is it necessary to bring so many?"

The experienced old lady laughed and said, "After all, it's a honeymoon, so of course we have to be well prepared!"

Alison had her own reasons. She raised her head and retorted, "But there is Transfiguration!"

"Of course a honeymoon should leave some good memories, right?" Bathilda explained patiently and successfully convinced Alison.

At this time, Dumbledore closed the suitcase and came over with a smile to remind: "Let's go, we are leaving."

……

Grindelwald led them to Grindelwald Manor.

Bathilda and Alison had both lived here before, so the main person to be introduced was naturally Dumbledore, who was visiting for the first time - the other future owner of this manor.

The little wizard poked his head around with great interest, trying to explore the manor, chattering questions at the same time.

After being raised in a normal environment full of love for a year and achieving most of his goals, the naughty kid is very relaxed. His curiosity and suicidal thoughts are fully aroused, and he is not cold and cautious at all as he was when he first came.

"I didn't see many portraits at Grindelwald Manor before - so what was the Grindelwald family like in the past?"

The emotions on Grindelwald's face were unclear, he just spoke in a calm tone.

"...a family of dark wizards, you know."

Dumbledore also added: "The Grindelwald family in Germany was once glorious, but later declined."

Alison sighed sadly, and thought back to the past few years in the game world. Life was definitely better now with her father and dad by her side, but in this gentle world, sometimes it was inevitable that she would feel itchy.

"It's a pity that you are not the head of a dark wizard family - otherwise I would be able to perform the Unforgivable Curses even more smoothly than I do now."

Grindelwald, who was leading the way, had a look of surprise in his eyes: "Why? Do you think we are too gentle?"

Alison twirled her long hair with her index finger in annoyance, choosing her words carefully: "No, I guess even the traditional dark wizard family is too gentle. I think if someone like me who has mastered the Unforgivable Curses before going to school is placed in such a family, they will think I am extreme."

The old devil was amused: "Little fellows like you are indeed rare."

Bathilda, who was holding the little wizard's hand, also laughed: "Little Ellie, don't listen to his nonsense. Every family has its own way of educating children. The Grindelwald family is very tolerant."

"So how do they train their children? To train them from a young age to fight with magical creatures: elves, goblins, trolls, acromantula...?"

The innocent words of the little wizard made Dumbledore turn around and look at her with a smile. Grindelwald grabbed his hand and frightened the child seriously: "Not entirely, I also had to fight with dragons when I was a child."

Fire dragons are level 5X dangerous creatures. Normally, it takes a team of elite wizards from the dragon-catching team to successfully capture them, and it is difficult to avoid injuries.

However, Alison calmly and casually commented: "That's not bad."

The two of them were old but not old at heart, and the old father who tried to tease his daughter laughed: "What? Don't you think it's scary?"

The little red-haired wizard looked at them with his eyes wide open, his expression becoming odd: "...Is there a possibility that I really did kill someone?"

"..."

Dumbledore frowned, turned his head away so Alison wouldn't see him, and exchanged glances with his Gale. Then, Bathilda's cautious question broke the silence: "Little Ellie, what do you mean by killing someone?"

Alison raised an innocent smile and lied to the old lady without changing her expression: "No, I was just trying to scare my dad and daddy."

Grindelwald came back to his senses and looked at the little bastard who deliberately used his past experiences to attract his and Al's attention with a smile. He didn't say much to expose the lie. After settling Bathilda in the room on the first floor, the family went to the room on the second floor.

He naturally put Al and his luggage in the master bedroom and motioned Alison to go upstairs and not disturb them.

Seeing this, Alison uttered a vicious curse: "In the future, I will definitely place your portraits separately!"

Unfortunately, the little wizard's childish revenge only brought laughter from the adults.

After the parents went for a walk in the garden, Alison boredly opened doors and explored the rooms, trying to find the magical portrait of the Grindelwald family ancestor.

Finally, she entered the attic and found an old but clean portrait. It was of an old wizard with heterochromatic eyes and a kind face. When he saw her heterochromatic eyes, his eyes flickered slightly and he looked at her with a kind smile in the portrait.

"Good evening, my dear junior."

When they met for the first time, Alison was reluctant and behaved for a moment: "Good evening~ I don't know how many generations of ancestors~"

The ancestor Grindelwald, who had been ignored for a long time, in the portrait smiled and comforted the little guy who rarely came, and then began to introduce himself.

"Don't be so reserved, little one."

"My name is August Grindelwald, and I am the twelfth generation head of the Grindelwald family."