HP Shavings Wizard

He finally reacted, which is pretty smart.

Grindelwald took a sip of tea, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Dumbledore, who was mercilessly exposed, chuckled and said without embarrassment: "So what birthday present are you going to give me?"

Alison's face immediately frowned when she mentioned this.

"I have not decided yet."

"Weddings, birthdays, Christmas... Why are there always so many occasions when gifts need to be given, and yet you guys don't lack for ordinary things..."

Dumbledore smiled gently: "I don't lack anything, but as long as it's from you, I'll like it no matter what it is."

Alison stole glances at him, watching his reaction.

"Send me a lavender North Star broom? When it flies, there will be long purple light spots on the broom tail, like a shooting star."

Because of her description, Dumbledore's blue eyes lit up in surprise, which made Alison, who was originally joking, stunned.

"Eh! I thought Dad would think you were not old enough... I've never seen you ride a broom, and you weren't very enthusiastic about watching Quidditch matches..."

There was still half a sentence she didn't say.

In a sense, a broomstick can be compared to a Muggle's car. The newer the model, the more luxurious and luxurious it is.

Seeing the old headmaster with a white beard flying around on his broomstick at Hogwarts is probably like seeing a racing car speeding by an octogenarian woman.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Being old doesn't mean you can't enjoy it... I also loved Quidditch when I was young."

He touched his daughter's head, memories flashing through his eyes.

Quidditch is the most enthusiastic and important sport in the wizarding world.

The history of the Gryffindor Quidditch team can be traced back to 1473. The alumni who played well and were recruited by the world's teams to become stars are always talked about by the restless little lions, and some of them even have their magical portraits hung in the common room.

In this environment, it was hard for Dumbledore not to like Quidditch, especially since he was a pretty good flyer - although not the best, he could get an O in flying class.

But you need to bring your own broom to play Quidditch, and he didn't have one at home, so he could only ride the school's broom for a while during flying lessons, or touch other people's brooms. He didn't love Quidditch and flying brooms as much as Minerva did, so he naturally gave up.

Afterwards, Gale came to Godric's Hollow and brought a flying broom. They rode it for a while that midsummer - but they couldn't fly too high and be discovered by Muggles, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would send a warning letter - Gale even appeared outside his window on a broom and secretly climbed through the window to look for him.

Alison was more relaxed than he was at that time, and she sent the broomstick away casually.

The little red-haired wizard nudged his father's hand and gently pulled his long silver beard.

"So what are you going to give me for my birthday? The end of August is pretty close..."

Grindelwald put down his teacup first and casually stated the decision he had planned long ago.

"Give Nurmengard to you as a birthday present."

"...!"

Alison was speechless for a moment, and then she looked around the still somewhat empty Nurmengard Castle again as if she were looking at her own territory.

"I've been promoted to prison warden before I even graduated and looked for a job? Although this place is no longer a prison..."

Because of his daughter's merciless complaints, Dumbledore fell down laughing beside Grindelwald.

"The most important thing about a birthday is still the delicious fruit cream cake." The red-haired little wizard muttered, showing little interest in his own private castle.

"Then you can have as much as you want."

Grindelwald sneered at her lazy and useless appearance. She inherited Al's love for sweets, but sometimes she was lazy and her enthusiasm was short-lived, which was really unlike any of them.

Alison was not annoyed. She glanced at him slowly, with a malicious and cunning look in her eyes, and began to tease the parents.

"On dad's birthday, will dad dress himself up beautifully and give himself to dad as a birthday present?"

Grindelwald paused and looked at his lover beside him with slightly deeper eyes.

Dumbledore was busy drinking his tea, his head bent, very focused.

This black tea is real tea.

Alison deliberately moved her face closer to force her father to look at her, and when Dumbledore habitually looked at her with a gentle smile, she used Legilimency.

"..."

There was no effect. Dumbledore turned his head slightly to avoid looking at Alison, and calmly drank another sip of honey tea.

The little red-haired wizard burst out laughing when he saw this reaction.

……

There's no need to think about birthday surprises.

It would be impossible to disappear at this moment and hide it from the meticulous Dumbledore.

Just like last year, the family of three decorated the birthday venue themselves and discussed and planned the purchases, which was not a bad idea.

Grindelwald took Alison to buy things for her birthday. Walking in the Austrian wizarding world, Alison's attention was gradually attracted by the magical pet store on the street.

Grindelwald glanced at her and said, "If you like it, buy it."

Alison blinked. "I was just thinking about the possibility of becoming a savior who purchases goods in the Forbidden Forest in the future."

Fantastic Beasts in My Pocket

Why give other competitors, no, poachers the green light of justice?

That's of course because she is protecting and saving magical creatures!

I saved too many and couldn't let them go, so I had to reluctantly sell them for 120 Galleons each, leaving behind the shiny Pokémon... I'm out of luck.

Save? The old devil raised his eyebrows, ignored the young wizard's nonsense, and strode forward.

The wheat aroma of the bakery spread far away, and there was also a faint sweet aroma of cream, the meaty aroma of bacon and sausage, butter and caramel...

Alison picked and chose from a pile of cake models of various styles.

The old father casually put the things he had bought on the table, leaned against the table, and casually followed her to choose - this was also what Al had instructed.

If it is the Muggle world, it is easy to choose. Just choose simple and delicious fruit cream cakes or chocolate cakes. The dark and strange colors are probably because half a bottle of coloring is added to it. Although it is edible coloring, it is not digestible at all, so I dare not eat it with confidence.

The wizarding world doesn't really care about technology, and magic cakes are mostly dyed with plants, so there's no need to worry too much about pigment issues.

This made the young wizard feel conflicted. He picked for a long time and finally chose a fruit cream cake with a white background and many exquisite decorations. He originally wanted to choose purple, but when he remembered that Albus meant white, he chose this one.

Grindelwald paid the bill and Alison followed obediently with the cake box.

On his birthday, the little red-haired wizard gave his father the lavender North Star broom, a collectible that he had obtained in the game world and had only flown a few times.

Dumbledore was so happy that he flew around on his broomstick.

Alison opened her eyes wide and stared blankly at the old man who was flying flexibly around the castle:!

Although I know that her father has always been lively and childish, and is capable of saving himself if he falls, it is still very... visually shocking.

Grindelwald took a bite of the cake and commented calmly, "What a fuss."

The young wizard's eyelids twitched, and he retorted unconvincedly: "Have you ever seen a 100-year-old man fly like this?!"

The old devil glanced at her and said, "Your father is me."

Alison's mouth twitched.

What kind of universality is this?

Dumbledore flew a circle and landed steadily in front of the two people.

Alison immediately stood up and applauded and cheered.

Grindelwald handed him a large piece of cake that had already been cut and had Dumbledore's name on it.

The icing on the side has red strawberries and a phoenix decoration with its wings gently fluttering - "Choose a magical animal toy model that your child likes," is how the cake shop promotes it.

Well, how can an old child not be a child?