HP Shavings Wizard

To be honest, she looked very charming.

That kind of unbridled, sharp and dangerous temperament made Alison's magical charm easily transcend her physical body, like a gorgeous blooming flower of sin.

She looked back at Lockhart leisurely, toying with the yew wand in her hand, which was still flashing a dangerous green light, and spoke slowly.

"Well, professor, since you think we're doing well, shouldn't we show some appreciation?"

The blond idiot was sweating profusely and nodded quickly: "Of course! Of course! Ten points for each person!"

Alison refused to give in and continued to slowly glance at the elf corpses on the ground, threatening the professor with a hint of meaning.

"You see, the elves were dealt with brilliantly, and there are no more alive for us to continue to refer to... So what about the homework?"

"No homework! Absolutely no homework!" Lockhart almost cried, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, as if he had inherited Professor Quirrell's stuttering and cowardice, "From now on, there will be no homework!"

Alison smiled, and tilted her head to look at the little animals.

Everyone in the audience reacted and burst into thunderous applause.

Last school year, Professor Quirrell only taught theory, his class reeked of garlic and he stuttered, and at the end of the semester it was revealed that Voldemort was possessed - but that guy still assigned homework and asked people to look up information!

Although the students' admiration for Lockhart was shattered by his trashy performance that was inconsistent with his autobiography, this idiot had no homework!

Just then, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

Lockhart rushed out of the classroom as if he had been pardoned.

Alison stared at his back, feeling that this behavior was somewhat familiar. She turned around, cast a few repair spells to restore the classroom, and commented with interest.

"The new professor is quite interesting~"

However, when they saw Miss Grindelwald waving the green wand, everyone rushed to leave the classroom, fearing that they would die on the spot if they stayed any longer.

"..."

The red-haired little wizard was speechless for a moment. After repairing the broken windows and the paintings on the wall, she slowly walked out of the classroom, but happened to bump into Colin Creevey who was blocking Harry with a camera.

"Hello, Colin," Harry replied in a tone full of helplessness and annoyance.

It was this Gryffindor freshman who was also his avid fan who appeared out of nowhere, chattering about asking for an autographed photo, and then caused Lockhart to take a photo with him and drag him into the classroom.

Colin seemed to have memorized Harry's timetable specifically for Harry's instruction, and it seemed as if the most exciting thing in the world for the new student was to say "How are you, Harry" six or seven times a day and hear a reply.

Many classmates were whispering and laughing at the joke, and at the same time they couldn't help but look at Harry strangely.

Normally, although everyone knew that Harry was the boy who survived, and they were somewhat curious and admired him, they still got along normally. The appearance of this fanatical fan further deepened a sense of alienation and difference.

Of course, Colin didn't understand rejection, and his exaggerated attitude like a star-chaser made people uncomfortable. The British still value personal space and social etiquette, and they also respect and protect privacy.

Colin was completely oblivious to the troublemaker that his seniors had warned him about. He was taking photos crazily, muttering, "Great! Really great!"

Alison frowned in annoyance and hit the camera with a random blast. "He doesn't want to! He doesn't understand rejection, right?!"

The camera was blown into pieces, fragments flew everywhere, and there was a cry of surprise all around.

Colin was stunned by the sudden explosion at close range. He stood there blankly. He was brought back to his senses by the noise of the onlookers. He looked up and was frightened by Alison's murderous eyes. He trembled all over and ran away.

Although Colin looked somewhat pathetic now, Harry did feel relieved and nodded gratefully to Alison.

The red-haired little wizard raised his chin slightly with arrogance and showed no mercy.

"To deal with this kind of thing that can't understand human language, my suggestion is to give it an attack spell. Maybe it will understand with the help of fear."

The black-haired little wizard smiled helplessly, not wanting to attract attention and cause trouble.

Alison's strange eyes keenly saw the little subordinate's thoughts, and she calmly taught him a lesson.

"If you don't want to get into trouble, you have to nip it in the bud, rather than dragging it out and making the problem worse."

"The only people you have a good relationship with are those few people - if you don't plan to continue making friends, there's no need to waste time trying to accommodate others."

Harry nodded thoughtfully.

The small animals around also grumbled, but they didn't have much objection to this extreme yet efficient approach.

Perhaps it was because the Unforgivable Curses in the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts class had greatly lowered their bottom line, they actually felt that Boom Boom was quite mild.

Alison turned and strode away.

……

Principal room.

Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, looking down at a document.

He had already learned about Alison's behavior in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and how she later blew up Creevey's camera, from sources such as portraits.

As soon as Alison came in, she lazily sat on the sofa, took the honey tea on the table and drank it happily.

The old father looked up at his daughter with a gentle and kind smile on his face. Then he put down the documents in his hand and walked to sit next to the little wizard.