HP Shavings Wizard

The second day of school.

As usual, Alison skipped classes taught by other familiar professors and spent the morning in the principal's office.

Fox was combing his feathers idly on the rack.

Alison tried to touch the old phoenix, which had not forgiven her for the last time she had annoyed it, and was pecked unceremoniously. However, she was still shameless and determined to continue touching it.

Fawkes was annoyed by her so much that he flapped his wings and flew up, circling around the room, until his feathers puffed up and he landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Dumbledore laughed and stroked his pet phoenix soothingly.

The red-haired little wizard stared at the old phoenix and suddenly had an idea.

"Magical birds like the phoenix and owls can track the recipient with just the name of the person on the letter - if I send a bomb to Voldemort, will it reach the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore had a strange expression on his face. After pondering for a moment, he patiently answered this fantastic question: "It is only feasible in theory - but there must be interference spells set up around it, and the Horcrux itself cannot be destroyed by a Muggle bomb..."

Alison looked lazy and carefree, and came up with another idea: "Forget it... send Harry an illegal portkey, and when he opens the package and touches it, he can be transported to a gloomy cemetery where heaven and earth are helpless and the earth is helpless, and scare him, how about that?"

A Portkey is a magical item that can teleport a person from one location to another.

To prevent Muggles from accidentally touching them, the appearance of the Goblet of Fire is usually quite inconspicuous. However, in the original book, the Goblet of Fire in the fourth grade Triwizard Tournament was made into a portkey by the Death Eaters, which teleported Harry to Riddle's grave and resurrected Voldemort.

Dumbledore gave her a warning look, but the cunning red-haired little wizard took the opportunity to lean on his shoulder and rubbed him affectionately.

The old principal thought it was funny, but he still deliberately put on a stern face: "Stop it!"

Allison rolled her eyes and took the opportunity to threaten him: "Then Dad, let me touch Fox!"

Fawkes opened his big black eyes and gave Alison a reproachful look. Without waiting for Dumbledore to speak, he flew out the side door.

Dumbledore stood up helplessly and said, "Let's go and have lunch."

Alison quickly followed him: "I'm going to check out Lockhart's class this afternoon~ I think it will be interesting~"

Dumbledore glanced at her.

She had seen before that Lockhart was a narcissistic idiot, and now she was in high spirits to go to class, probably just to play a trick on Lockhart and enjoy watching others make fools of themselves.

Alison is smart and talented, but she has no principles and does things based on her mood.

Lockhart was not important, so the old father did not stop him. He just hoped that the naughty kid would not go too far.

……

in the afternoon.

Alison came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom empty-handed.

Harry sat in the back row, seven books piled high in front of him. Ron sat on Harry's side, but Hermione found another seat, apparently without the help of Mrs. Weasley's howler letter in the original book, she had not yet forgiven the boys for their car trip last night.

The little red-haired wizard blinked and silently changed the Slytherin green collar of his school uniform to Gryffindor red. Then, he sat down in the empty seat next to Harry, which was on the Gryffindor side, as the case might be.

There were already quite a few students in the classroom, gathered in groups of three or four, chatting. The little animals who were paying attention to the Slytherin Chaos King opened their eyes wide in surprise when they saw this operation.

Harry greeted her quietly, "Alison."

"Harry." Alison nodded. Seeing that he was hesitant to speak about the red color on her school uniform, she looked down and explained casually.

"I foresee that idiot Lockhart will be sending out questionnaires about himself - I'm going to hand in a blank paper as a Gryffindor, draw on it, and then let you get points deducted!"

Harry's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched: "This is too mean!"

Alison smiled in a wicked and amusing way, with a villainous smugness: "I am an evil Slytherin! From now on, when you do bad things, you will wear Gryffindor clothes!"

? ? ? ? ?

The other Gryffindor students who heard this declaration all had question marks in their heads.

After the class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly, signaling for silence. He picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Running with Trolls from the front row and held it up, showing his headshot on the cover.

He boasted of his honors and then began to hand out the papers.

The test paper was filled with various questions about Lockhart mentioned in the novel, such as his favorite color, birthday, secret ambition...

The little animals began to write hard, and the classroom was silent.

Alison had been thinking of drawing an ugly portrait, but changed her mind and began to write on it with an automatic quill: Lockhart stinking shit.

She even poked Harry next to her.

The black-haired little wizard took a glance, held back his laughter, and lowered his head, pretending to do the questions seriously.

Then, when it was time to collect the papers, Alison casually wrote Harry's name on the paper that was covered with stinky shit.

Harry:? !

She pretended not to notice the little subordinate's incredulous look, handed in the paper casually, and used Transfiguration to transform the ink, changing the name on Harry's paper into her own.

Lockhart collected the test papers and looked through them in front of the whole class, and then saw the paper with "Lockhart stinking shit" written all over it.

He was blinking, showing his dazzling white teeth, but his smile froze in an instant and then he acted as if nothing had happened.

Alison nearly choked as she tried to stifle her laughter.

Harry's expression was a little broken. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Alison's heterochromatic eyes had turned brown at some point and her face had changed slightly.

Lockhart laughed dryly: "...Harry?"

The black-haired little wizard had no desire to live, but he still answered with gritted teeth: "Yes."

Although the information collected during the summer vacation can prove that Lockhart is indeed a fool and a liar, he is still a professor now, so he can lose points...

Lockhart coughed awkwardly twice and did not read out the answer, trying to hide his embarrassment: "Ahahahahahahaha... Harry, this is, um, very imaginative..."

Alison couldn't help laughing beside Harry, and helpfully announced, "It's written all over the paper: 'Lockhart stinking turd'!"

Everyone laughed, except for a few Lockhart admirers who were indignant.