HP Shavings Wizard

Grindelwald grabbed Alison who was trying to run away, and with his young and strong arms and legs he pulled her back in one go.

Allison opened her eyes wide, twisted her body and struggled, taking the lead in blaming her father.

"Why don't you chase after dad? You just got married, and you don't care about him anymore? You don't cherish him now that you have him, right?"

These words reminded the blond youth of his beautiful wedding night that had been interrupted, and he stared at his daughter with a dangerous look in his eyes.

"You still have the nerve to mention it?"

The little wizard just shook his legs and complained, and began to use moral blackmail.

"Isn't it just that I glanced at you early in the morning? You two grown men, why are you so stingy?"

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and gave a sinister smile: "... Peeping is not a good habit."

Alison tried to shirk responsibility and refused to admit guilt.

"That's because the defense measures at home were not adequate! I was just checking and accidentally glanced... I didn't see anything! You even covered yourself with a blanket!"

"You're my dad! Albus is my dad! What's wrong with me seeing it? This is the reward I deserve for helping you get back together!"

The blond young man stared at her coldly, picked her up and dragged her out. The decisive and efficiency-conscious German young man spoke as they walked.

"Now, immediately, go downstairs, apologize to your father, and put the portraits back in place."

Alison, who was still struggling, secretly glanced at her father's face and breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought it was going to be some big deal.

For shameless people, apologies are something they can do easily and they can say the same thing all day long without repeating themselves.

When Gellert was looking for the Obscurials in the United States, he didn't recognize that Credence, whom he had asked for help, was his target. He thought he was useless, so he slapped him and called him a squib. In the end, when he found out that Credence was an over-age Obscurial, he knelt down and pleaded with the Obscurials.

Maybe those with the last name Grindelwald are all sociopaths with no sense of morality.

Grindelwald raised his eyelids slightly, saw through her thoughts at a glance, sneered, and shattered them mercilessly.

"...Do you think that everything will be alright as long as you apologize?"

“It’s not that simple.”

Alison yelled in dissatisfaction: "What do you want to do?"

Grindelwald stopped and looked down at her.

"As punishment, you will have to stay home and study for the next week."

The little red-haired wizard was struck by lightning and immediately retorted, "Dad said you would take me with you on your honeymoon!"

The blond young man was completely cold and ruthless: "That was before! Now, you can only stay at home and study."

Alison, who had committed a serious crime and was cruelly judged, saw through her father's little thoughts and began to blame him.

"You are seeking personal revenge!"

"I'm just seeking revenge!"

Judge Grindelwald, who made the verdict, was not moved at all. He even directly admitted that he had been biased and ignored the protests of the petty criminal along the way.

Dumbledore had recovered after being delayed for a while, but his face was still a little red. He was sitting on the sofa and casually flipping through a book called "Wool Knitting Patterns".

Grindelwald dragged Alison into the living room and threw her in front of Dumbledore.

The red-haired young man had heard the noise made by the two Grindelwalds early on. He closed his book and caught his daughter who jumped on him and was nudging him.

Two similar-looking red-haired heads put together, looking more like brother and sister than father and daughter.

Alison smiled slyly and blinked playfully and cutely, trying to get away with it by relying on her dad's pretty face, as if she had completely forgotten what 'good things' she had done before.

"Dad! You will definitely forgive me, right?"

Dumbledore touched the red-haired head in front of him, sighed, and felt a little embarrassed.

"...Alison, you really went too far this time."

"I'm just a little curious!"

Alison kissed her father's cheek and pinched it with her index finger and thumb, indicating a little degree of firmness.

The principal spoke in a gentle tone, and did not get entangled with the clever child's curiosity, but pointed out the problem sharply.

"But no matter what, it's wrong to spy on others. It's an invasion of privacy."

What's more, this naughty kid had even deliberately asked such private questions in public before... He was too embarrassed to repeat it.

Alison sighed sadly, her face drooping and she looked listless and depressed.

"But I really want to see it! But you obviously can't let me use Legilimency to successfully see that part..."

The red-haired young man touched her head and followed her thoughts to understand: "So, you chose a more feasible way, is that right?"

The naughty kid began to argue: "Using any means necessary to achieve the goal is also the spirit of Slytherin!"

Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh: "But Slytherin should not support peeping, which is not "honorable" and violates privacy."

Then he looked at the blond young man: "Gail, how are you going to punish her?"

Grindelwald said casually: "Ground her for a week, let her concentrate on her studies."

Alison immediately looked bitter and then started to act coquettishly towards her father.

"Dad! I want to go on a honeymoon with you guys! Can we postpone this grounding?"

Before Dumbledore could say anything, Grindelwald stopped him: "No!"

The little red-haired wizard didn't listen to his father. He just stared into his father's blue eyes with tears in his eyes, confident that his father would definitely agree.

In this family, the dad who is easier to talk to and more soft-hearted is the one who holds the throne of the family, and the naughty child has already keenly noticed it.

As a result, Dumbledore just smiled helplessly and then cruelly refused, with no sign of softening his heart at all.

"Sorry, Alison, I'm on your dad's side this time."

He patted the shoulder of the little red-haired wizard, who had completely lost his smile and had a hollow look in his eyes, and said something comforting.

"When you finish your studies, we can go traveling together."

Alison started crying as soon as she said she would, and tears immediately flowed down her face.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and sat down next to Dumbledore, mocking coldly, "Crying is no use."

Dumbledore was kind enough to wipe her tears and comfort the child: "Don't be sad, dear."

Feeling like she couldn't struggle anymore, Alison sobbed, glanced at her daddy as if in fear, and took the opportunity to bury herself in the arms of her beautiful daddy, lying down and giving up.

"So where are you guys going this week?"

The blond young man looked flamboyant and interrupted coldly: "Italy."

The red-haired young man combed her hair and added, "Austria next week."

Alison rubbed her father's hand, sticky as a dog.

"The wizarding world? Or are we going to visit the Muggle world?"

"All."

Looking at the naughty kid running away with a frown on his face, Grindelwald's mood visibly improved.

Dumbledore asked him, his blue eyes smiling.

"Are you satisfied now?"