HP Shavings Wizard

Waiters carrying plates were walking among the crowd, and the delicious food made people salivate.

The cut pieces of the wedding cake were brought to Dumbledore, with a corner of the chocolate with the Deathly Hallows emblem drawn on it, which seemed to be someone's private goods.

Dumbledore took the cake with a smile, looked at the pattern, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, and the fork in his hand sank into the soft and slightly moist chocolate cream cake.

Soon, the sweetness of chocolate, the aroma of thick cream that melts in your mouth, the fluffy cake body and the aroma of berry jam hidden inside almost explode in your mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance on your lips and teeth.

Looking at the pattern above, as well as the various symbols around them that represented their past, Alison moved over to her father and poked him, "What do you think?"

Dumbledore put down his fork and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

"I don't have any feelings, I just feel that time has passed so quickly."

"...Ugh, I feel uncomfortable. Damn it!"

Alison wanted to act coquettishly and rub against her father, but when she raised her head, she felt uncomfortable because of the gorgeous and hard decorations on her dress.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly and ruffled the little wizard's hair before hearing his daughter ask him directly.

"What does Dad want as a wedding gift?"

"If possible, I want you to stop being naughty in the future." He was stunned for a moment, blinked playfully and cutely, and said this.

"That's impossible! Don't even think about it!" But this really caused Alison's dissatisfaction. She tried to add something specific and gave an example, "I can give you two prophecy books from the Harry Potter series to earn your tears."

To earn tears?

Dumbledore had a subtle expression, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Is this the wedding gift you mentioned?"

He could vaguely sense from Alison's occasional words that perhaps the little wizard had predicted a very cruel future, even though Voldemort's soul had been destroyed...

Normally he would be happy to accept such gifts, like the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, to verify reality, but who would give such an ominous thing as a wedding gift...

"You don't lack anything that can be bought with Galleons. Or I can give you some extravagantly beautiful clothes, and you two can close the door and dance in them to please each other..."

Alison spoke confidently, her eyes sweeping over the model phoenix and thunderbird that were entangled and flying in the air, chirping loudly after the wedding cake was cut, and her expression became more and more strange.

The old phoenix Fox seemed to be quite interested as well, standing on the treetop and staring at the model curiously.

Male birds seem to court by attracting attention through gorgeous and shining feathers, agile and unique dances, and melodious calls.

Seeing her father blushing slightly, Alison's eyes flashed with pleasure and she became more and more excited. She herself or in the past, watched others dancing in imitation costumes of her father and daddy elements for her own amusement, but what was the point? Sure enough, she had to encourage the real owner.

"I have a set that imitates the tail feathers and wings of a phoenix, and a golden thunderbird suit..."

It was really embarrassing to listen to a precocious twelve-year-old child talking about such interests. Dumbledore interrupted her with a light cough: "Ahem, little Ellie, thank you for your kindness, but..."

Alison seemed to not understand the refusal at all. She tilted her head and begged her father: "Dad, don't you want to see Daddy drink the anti-aging drug and dance? That is the golden bird that belongs only to you~"

"The honeymoon is coming soon..."

The old principal's blue eyes could not be seen clearly through his half-moon glasses, but the lenses were flickering in the sunlight. He did not continue to stop me forcefully, as if he was wavering.

Then, he pretended to be calm: "Okay, little Ellie, let's talk about the gift later."

Alison ran away with a smile, and looked at Grindelwald with ill intent, who was reminiscing about the past with his old subordinates but was secretly backstabbed.

……

After the wedding banquet, the two hosts saw off the guests, talked with Bathilda, and then returned to the master bedroom to rest.

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Alison took out a big box of gifts and gave it to them with a smirk on her face: "Wedding gift ~ Happy marriage ~"

Dumbledore took the box, thanked them and was about to close the door, but Alison blocked the door, making no secret of her desire to see their reactions as they opened the gifts.

Looking at the reactions of the two people, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, and decisively opened the box.

There are a lot of anti-aging agents on top and a lot of exaggerated and gorgeous fashions underneath.

The first one is a golden Thunderbird suit, with golden wings attached to the sleeves and a slightly curled hem that imitates tail feathers...

Dumbledore also came over and saw the Thunderbird suit, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

He didn't say anything, so Alison beside him naturally looked gloating, adding fuel to the fire and observing Daddy's expression with interest: "Daddy! Daddy wants to see you dancing in front of him in that!"

"is it?"

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald's expression remained unchanged and he was not embarrassed at all. He directly reached out and picked up the golden Thunderbird suit and a bottle of anti-aging agent. His eyes swept over the other red Phoenix suit under the box, and he paused slightly before entering the locker room.

This reaction made Dumbledore's eyes wander and he became restless.

Seeing that no adult was chasing her away, Alison shamelessly wanted to watch as well. She hid at the door and peeked in, busy eating the melon with curiosity and excitement.

Dumbledore felt even more embarrassed when he caught a glimpse of his daughter peeking out of the corner of his eye.

The door of the locker room suddenly opened, and Grindelwald had drunk the anti-aging potion and changed into a Thunderbird suit before coming out.

For many people, this set of luxurious clothes produced in the gaming world is too oppressive, and it is difficult to control its temperament, and it simply cannot support the Thunderbird aura that the clothes want to show.

The Thunderbird is a large bird native to North America. It is closely related to the Phoenix. Its danger level is also 4X. It can flap several pairs of wings while flying to summon lightning storms and is highly sensitive to danger.

Grindelwald, who came out at this time, looked like a sharp and free golden bird. His handsome face was full of bewitching meaning, and he smiled at Dumbledore, happy and wild, with golden curly hair hanging from his shoulders.

Walking up to Dumbledore, the blond young man leaned over and kissed his old lover's forehead, and was satisfied to see the surprise and embarrassment in those blue eyes.

Grindelwald stood up with a laugh, then casually picked up the Phoenix suit from the box next to him and handed it to Dumbledore along with the anti-aging potion. His meaning was obvious.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, but took it and went to the locker room to change his clothes.

The blond young man sat on the sofa, legs crossed, looking lazy and casual. His eyes swept over the sneaky little wizard at the door, but he also acquiesced to the child who provided the costume to look at the costume effect a little more.

As for the dancing and flirting that followed...

Could he show it to Alison?

Dreams come faster.