HP Shavings Wizard

The defense of Grindelwald Manor is quite good.

Perhaps because the destructive power of black magic is too strong, this ancient dark wizard family even made special window glass, so Transfiguration has no effect at all.

Alison frowned and her eyes became dangerous, then she cast a vanishing spell on the seemingly ordinary glass.

However, the vanishing spell was also useless. The glass seemed to have been cast under some kind of magic and could not be destroyed by magic at all.

If magic doesn't work, switch to physics.

Alison controlled the fierce fire to heat the glass, but instead of being burned red and melting, the glass became even stronger.

!!!

The young wizard opened his eyes wide and was no longer interested in what was happening in the bedroom. He only wanted to fight with the glass.

She used the freezing spell again, deciding to fry the glass by alternating between hot and cold.

But under the threat of several magic spells, the glass seemed to have been transformed into some special material, and no matter what method Alison used, she could not destroy it.

It's really hard to use something that makes a lot of noise, otherwise she would be discovered by her parents before the glass exploded, which would be a mixed doubles situation.

Alison stared at the glass seriously for a while, and the smooth and clean glass reflected the little wizard's serious thinking.

She suddenly thought of her father's words:

Choice is more important than effort.

The red-haired little wizard's eyes suddenly lit up, and he decided not to fight with the glass anymore. Instead, he changed his target to the base of the wall and prepared to use Transfiguration to drill a hole and dig into the base of the wall.

But the base of the wall seemed to have been specially treated, so the transformation spell didn't work either.

"..."

Alison was lost in thought. She controlled herself and floated upstairs. She pointed the tip of her wand at the floor, which was the ceiling of the master bedroom on the second floor, and performed Transfiguration.

The external defense did not seem to extend to the interior, and the ancestors of the Grindelwald family did not expect that there would be naughty children who would deliberately cause damage at home.

This time, a huge hole appeared in the ceiling immediately. Alison blinked her eyes and looked down through the hole.

Now you can clearly see what's going on in the master bedroom.

It was a mess inside, with nightgowns scattered on the floor, and sheets and quilts all wrinkled and piled together. Two young men were lying on the bed, covered with a thin blanket. Perhaps because they felt a little hot, they slept a little apart, not close together.

The blanket could not cover the blond youth's entire body, and his arms stretched out from under the blanket. Under the blanket, his fair and strong chest, covered with a thin layer of muscle, was covered with faint red marks.

The red-haired young man next to him also had kiss marks and teeth marks all over his messy long hair. His pretty face was deeply tired, with slightly red eyes.

Both people in the room were extremely tired and sleeping soundly, and were completely unaware of Alison's peeping.

As the little wizard stared blankly, Dumbledore turned over and Grindelwald put his arm on him.

Alison's eyes were subtle and excited. Gradually, she poked her head through the hole in the ceiling more and more boldly, until she was peeking openly. Her long red hair hung down the hole like a female ghost hanging from the ceiling.

She was still criticizing in her heart: What a terrible adult! He is so unguarded! And he stays in bed...

Perhaps it was because her gaze was too scorching, and the next second, the two people below opened their eyes at the same time.

!!!

How does it feel when you wake up in a daze in the morning and as soon as you open your eyes you see a head with long red hair hanging upside down from the ceiling?

Dumbledore's confused blue eyes suddenly cleared up, and then he saw clearly that it was his daughter. He finally reacted, chuckled, silently pulled the blanket, and lazily stood up on the bed.

The sneaky head shrank back in an instant, and the ceiling returned to its original state in an instant, as if nothing had happened.

Grindelwald, who had been busy until very late last night and had his good sleep disturbed in the morning, was still staring at the ceiling dangerously.

upstairs.

Alison felt that she would definitely get into trouble with her petty father.

She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she slipped out to find the magic portrait to save herself.

While the two people downstairs were washing and cleaning up, she took down all the portraits of the Grindelwald family ancestors, arranged them neatly, and hung them on the door of her room.

The portraits were confused by the little wizard's behavior and whispered to each other.

After discussing for a long time, finally, one of them came up to Alison.

It was August, whom Alison was more familiar with.

August asked curiously: "Why do you want to hang us here?"

After hanging the portraits, Alison decisively went in and closed the door, leaving only the portraits facing outside. The muffled sounds from inside came through the door.

"Isn't it obvious? Using you as the first line of defense against my dad - I just drilled a hole in the ceiling and asked about his wedding night..."

It sounds nice, but isn't this just peeping?

What a naughty kid...

The portraits looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.

August was the first to come to his senses. He cleared his throat and pretended to be serious, preparing to control the child: "Your behavior would be considered disrespectful in our family!"

Alison retorted from behind the door: "That's because you didn't do a complete defense and didn't take care of the separation between the floors - so what if it's disrespectful? Anyway, I'm the only heir, so I can do whatever I want!"

"Do you have the ability to give these two wizards another child?"

"..."

The portraits were collectively silent, choked by Alison's shamelessness.

Alison was very pleasant.

"Hurry! It's time for you to charge for the future of the Grindelwald family! You must be hating yourself for being powerless when you are hanging on the wall. Are you particularly touched by the opportunity I provide now? Remember to send Gellert away!"

!!!

The portraits were shocked by her shamelessness, and it took a long time for someone to react.

August yelled through the door.

"We are the glory of the Grindelwald family! Do you think everyone is as bad as you?!"

The other portraits also echoed this.

"That's right! We are Grindelwald!"

Alison spoke softly, piercing the heart: "But I'm your only child, so I have no choice - this is a seller's market, understand?"

The portraits were speechless and could only float back to their original positions silently and continue to act as door gods.

Alison leisurely went back to bed and dozed off, not paying any attention to the door.

After a long while, footsteps were heard at the door.

When the red-haired young man saw the pile of portraits of Grindelwald's ancestors with sullen faces that were moved to the door of Alison's room as a shield, he suppressed his smile and looked at the blond young man.

Grindelwald's face was so dark that water seemed to be dripping out of it, and he called out through gritted teeth.

"…Alison!"

Alison in the room immediately curled up under the quilt and pretended to be dead.

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, but he still reached out and patted Gale's shoulder and comforted him.

"Don't be angry, you're just a kid..."