HP Shavings Wizard

The portraits of Grindelwald's ancestors had been hanging on the castle's outer walls, exposed to the sun for three days.

But they were still cursing weakly, with no intention of learning to appreciate the naughty kid's masterpiece.

If you walk on the road at night too much, you will always encounter ghosts.

Soon, the naughty kid who had been happy for several days ended up in tragedy.

A familiar voice called out from the castle gate: "Alison! What are you doing?!"

Alison almost fell off the back of the purple-horned beast that was running wildly. After quickly steadying herself, she turned her head and looked.

The old fathers Apparated back ahead of time and were standing not far away, staring at her in silence with serious faces.

It's over, Barbie Q.

The ancestors were hung on the castle wall and exposed to the sun, screaming. The garden was full of life, and the naughty kid was riding a purple-horned beast and running rampant...

Grindelwald and Dumbledore, who had planned to come back early to give a surprise to their lonely and bored daughter, were "surprised" instead: How many more surprises do you have that I don't know about.

This garden is amazing. As soon as they Apparated back, they were almost bitten by those biting cabbages that rolled over flexibly.

We must never let our guard down when it comes to matters involving Alison, this naughty kid.

Grindelwald waved his wand and a red light blasted the nearest biting cabbage, then he drew a circle and calmly controlled the fire shield to protect himself and separate the stupid cabbages that were gathering again.

Alison thought to herself that something was wrong, but she quickly calmed down, jumped off the purple-horned beast, put it back into the system backpack, and pretended to be well-behaved as if nothing had happened.

Along with this, one could faintly hear the screams and accusations from the portraits of Grindelwald's ancestors on the outer walls of the castle, as they suddenly became more alert when they saw the responsible parents return.

"Throw that naughty kid out!"

Ignoring the noise, the little red-haired wizard naturally passed through the fire shield, sang sweetly, and enthusiastically threw himself into Dumbledore's arms and rubbed against him coquettishly.

"Dad~ Daddy~ Welcome home~"

Then, Grindelwald's gloomy voice was heard beside him: "Alison, explain first..."

Allison hid in her father's arms, interrupted him loudly, and tried to struggle by acting like a spoiled child.

"Dad must be very tired, go back and rest! Alison stay with Dad!"

Dumbledore looked at the naughty child who raised her head obediently with a sweet and lovely smile, and held her head with a smile, his tone unquestionable.

"Alison, let's talk."

The little red-haired wizard immediately began to cry, and he cried so hard that his eyes were wet and he looked so pitiful.

What a weak and helpless look.

The prerequisite is not to look at the killer cabbages that are still rolling happily in the garden, the screaming poisonous tentacles, and the ancestors who have broken through the defenses on the outer wall.

The grass under the tree swayed its leaves, like the mandrake whose roots screamed and would kill you.

This does fit with outsiders' stereotype of the devil's lair as a den of dragons and tigers - perhaps we should illegally breed some fire dragons?

Faced with his daughter's crying, Dumbledore remained unmoved and continued to smile.

"Don't pretend, it's useless."

Alison's cries immediately became heartbreaking, and the naughty child began to throw a tantrum: "Daddy doesn't love me anymore!"

Grindelwald simply lifted her up and made her stand upright.

The little red-haired wizard looked up pitifully, his eyes filled with tears: "If you take a nap, the garden will be back to normal!"

"We are indeed tired and need to rest." Dumbledore's blue eyes were calm and gentle. He gently touched Alison's head, looked at the hope rising in the child's eyes, paused deliberately, and turned around with a smile, "But..."

The little red-haired wizard's heart was beating fast, but on the surface he maintained a well-behaved and sweet image, and gave his father a sunny and flattering smile.

With those poisonous tentacles and portraits screaming as background music, Dumbledore obviously has no intention of letting the naughty child go.

"I need to hear your explanation first, why the garden has become like this."

Grindelwald cast a gloating look and watched quietly as his Al taught the naughty boy a lesson.

Looking at the wild and free green plants, Alison struggled desperately, trying to make some excuses.

"…This garden, the garden is now…nature, full of life!"

As she spoke, she gradually became more righteous and began to bite people indiscriminately, trying to drag Grindelwald, who was watching the show nearby, into the water.

"Dad has already said that I will inherit the manor in the future! What's there to explain if the heir wants to change the garden style?"

The old devil raised an eyebrow, seeing her intention to pass on the blame, and asked, "What about those portraits hanging on the castle's outer wall? How are you going to explain it?"

Alison spoke nonsense in a serious manner, ignoring the emotional retorts and curses from the portraits in the distance.

"I felt sorry for the ancestors who were stuck in their rooms every day and couldn't see any green natural scenery, so I let them enjoy the beautiful scenery and relax."

"It's really... well-intentioned." The old principal was still smiling, with a loving and relieved look on his face. He deliberately wiped away the non-existent tears of emotion from the corners of his eyes, but his eyes through the half-moon glasses became noticeably sharper.

He stroked his beard and suddenly changed the subject: "But I see those portraits don't seem very happy?"

Alison argued: "Anyway, I'm much more lively and cheerful than before when I was locked up in the house!"

Dumbledore paused, then added calmly, "I guess I was almost pissed off by you."

The little red-haired wizard coughed lightly a few times guiltily.

"Ahem, I died a long time ago anyway, isn't it good to have more energy now..."

"You can't treat your elders like this."

The old principal's tone gradually became serious, and he looked gently at the victims whose ancestors were also hung on the wall.

"Gail, what do you think?"

Grindelwald cooperated readily and smiled. "It's not good indeed. I suggest that she be imprisoned in Nurmengard for a period of time to reflect on herself."

!!!

What the hell? !

Alison raised her head suddenly when she heard this, her face full of shock.

Last year, this stinky old man was in jail, and she provoked him to break out of prison to reconcile with his father. This year, it is her turn to go to jail? !

Even if you cross a river and destroy a bridge, you won't be so quick! She hasn't started a world war yet, so isn't it a big disadvantage to be locked up for nothing?

She was just messing around in her own home. She didn't deserve to be put to death! The dear dean just wanted her to clean the toilets in the whole school. He was not that vicious.

"That's not good at all! That was Daddy's old prison, and I didn't commit such a serious crime!"

Grindelwald announced coldly with a half-smile.

"You have committed a great sin in my heart!"

The little red-haired wizard retorted, "Stinky old man! If that shabby place can't hold you, how can it hold me?"

Then, out of the corner of her eye, the arrogant Alison saw her father smiling in front of her, and his smile made her feel creepy.