HP Shavings Wizard

"I heard that you performed very well in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

The principal brought up the topic with a smile, his glasses flashing.

Alison nodded happily, acting badly and like a bad kid, openly watching her father's reaction.

"He used an Unforgivable Curse, threatened the professor, and blew up a Gryffindor freshman's camera when he went out!"

The smile on Dumbledore's face did not diminish, but became even more kind.

"You seem to care about my opinion?"

"I want to see a different expression on Daddy's face..."

The little red-haired wizard answered bluntly, leaning on her father's arm and slowly looking up, secretly puzzled by her father's calm and composed reaction.

The old principal gently combed his smooth long red hair, lowered his eyes and narrowed them slightly.

"I am more concerned about why you do this than what you do."

"..."

Alison pursed her lips and reluctantly said the thought behind her actions, "Longbottom was previously affected by the Oblivion Curse. Seeing the Cruciatus Curse can restore a person."

During the First Wizarding War, Trelawney's prophecy mentioned that at the end of July, two children would be born into a family that had resisted Voldemort three times. One would be Harry and the other would be Neville.

Because of his mixed-blood status, Voldemort chose to attack and mark Harry himself, and from then on the Potters and Harry were separated, leaving only the boy-who-lived.

After Voldemort killed the Potters and disappeared, Neville's parents were kidnapped by Voldemort's diehard Death Eaters, including Bellatrix Lestrange and Barty Crouch Jr., who interrogated them about Voldemort's possible whereabouts and tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse until they went crazy.

The damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse is irreversible.

Since then, the pair of excellent Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix have been receiving useless treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow.

They no longer remember their son, but they would give a piece of candy wrapper to Nawei when he came to visit.

Normally, when Grandma Longbottom walked out of the hospital, she would let her grandson throw them away, after all, there were enough at home, but Neville always carefully kept them all.

Because Neville had witnessed the cruel scene of his parents being tortured by the Death-Eating Cruciatus Curse when he was a child, his grandmother cast a forgetfulness spell on him.

However, this kind gesture also affected his talent, causing him to forget things frequently. He went from being a genius who could wrap himself in a blanket with magic power as a baby to a mediocre person who almost didn't receive an admission letter and was about to become a Squib.

Alison's action of stimulating people to regain their memory talent is obviously very extreme, and its cruelty is almost comparable to that of Crouch in the original book who sneaked into Hogwarts, pretended to be Moody to teach, and deliberately let Neville see the Cruciatus Curse.

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, and obviously guessed the more specific situation based on just a few words. He reached out and hugged Alison in his arms.

He lowered his head and gently kissed the forehead of the child who was curled up in his arms peacefully.

"…I think I should compliment you."

The little red-haired wizard who had just performed a series of crazy actions opened her eyes wide, suspecting that her father's brain was covered with honey: "Are you serious? You actually praised me for using the Unforgivable Curse well?"

Dumbledore smiled, his blue eyes calm and peaceful.

"I didn't praise you for using the Unforgivable Curses - I praised you for being willing to help Neville."

Even though her methods were extreme, Alison did have good intentions to help, and was not irrevocably carried away by black magic and negative emotions.

It is already very difficult for some dark wizards to turn back - of course, this does not refer to those like Severus who have never killed anyone with the Killing Curse personally - they can ruthlessly deprive others of their lives, and their souls are polluted into darkness, but the faint love that still remains in their hearts is like a thin thread hanging on the edge of a cliff, holding them back from complete depravity.

Alison stared at him sideways and added slowly, "But mostly because I thought it would be fun to scare everyone with that in public~"

Dumbledore complained softly, "You are always so honest."

"I will be a little more honest with my father..." The little red-haired wizard snorted, and seeing the smile flashing in his father's eyes, he added the second half of the sentence, "Because I can't deceive him."

The smile in the old father's eyes spread widely and deeply to his face, without any concealment.

"Do you know why I'm so happy?"

Alison hesitated. "Because I like to help people sometimes? Even if it's just for fun?"

Dumbledore nodded, paused, and continued solemnly.

"Alison, you have to remember that you are a kind child."

The little wizard turned his face away awkwardly: "I'm not kind! I have no sense of morality, no matter how much you hypnotize me! I only do it because of you..."

Her words were gently interrupted by her father: "It's because of love."

"..." Alison was silent, her expression became indifferent, "I still can't understand... My choices are always based on analysis... If you are gone, I won't have any mercy on them."

The old principal did not refute, but just listened quietly, and finally responded firmly: "But at least now, you are still willing to maintain even superficial goodwill for me."

The young necromancer leaned against him, closed his eyes tiredly, and muttered softly, "I hate the living, except you and Daddy."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then reached out to hold his daughter tighter and kissed the top of her head lovingly.

……

Gryffindor and Slytherin clashed over the Quidditch practice field. Draco called Hermione a mudblood and was cursed with the slug spit by Ron.

This incident caused a sensation in Hogwarts.

The discriminatory and derogatory term "Mudblood" for Muckblood wizards was indeed too much. Draco was usually a bit arrogant and rude, and this time he went even further.

But the Slug Curse was indeed disgusting. Draco vomited all the way from the stadium to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey could do nothing about it. The most she could do was to make him vomit faster and finish the vomit as soon as possible.

He just held the bucket and vomited for half a day, and it was over. He didn't need to go to St. Mungo's, but it was really embarrassing and disgusting. The light blond-haired wizard vomited until his eyes were dull, and he couldn't eat. He was also inexplicably asked to be detained by the head of the house who always favored Slytherin.

Draco's father, Lucius, the pure-blooded elder Malfoy who was also a Hogwarts director, was not to be trifled with. A letter hoping that Headmaster Dumbledore would deal seriously with the relevant issues and give an explanation to the Malfoy family had been sent to the Headmaster's office by owl.

Alison lazily lay on the sofa in the headmaster's office, watching Dumbledore reply to the letters.

"Wasn't it his son who cursed first? Mudblood, that kind of dirty talk is not classy~"

She then sat up straight, put on a serious face, and acted like a master.

"I suggest inviting both parents to the scene! The fathers will duel on the stage, Professor Flitwick will be the referee, and the mothers and children will cheer below!"

"That's perfect. I earned my reputation myself. If I lose, I can only blame myself for my bad performance!"

Dumbledore laughed so hard that he couldn't even write a reply. He could only put down his quill and said, "Your idea is very dangerous."

"Because it is power that determines right and wrong? I just said it is more intuitive. In fact, it has always existed."

Alison tried to seduce her father, but was defeated by his clear and charming blue eyes and raised her hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay. The shortcoming of this theory is that the strong cannot guarantee that they will always be the strongest. When they want to oppress the weak, they may actually be oppressed by the stronger ones..."

Dumbledore nodded calmly: "So we need to abide by the rules and laws."

Alison eyed the elder Malfoy's letter with disdain.

This is just a matter of procedure. Bullying Dumbledore is a good person and he won't get angry, so Malfoy is tough. But if there is a tendency to irritate Grindelwald in their family, Malfoy will be the first to panic.

She blinked and brought up another topic maliciously: "I want to see Dad in a kilt!"

Kilt is the traditional clothing of Scottish men.

In fact, it is a woolen plaid skirt that can replace a blanket, and in order to show courage, no underwear is worn underneath. Women can legally lift a man's skirt to check whether he is wearing underwear.

In the past, when fighting, men would lift up their beloved little skirts, exposing their buttocks to humiliate the enemy. There was even a precedent of a group of naked Scottish men scaring off the enemy.

In a sense, she was still conservative. Although she had seen many Muggle men in short skirts while growing up, the old headmaster, who did not follow this Muggle tradition, ignored Alison.

Obviously, her father has a Scottish accent. Alison shouted in dissatisfaction: "Why? This is a symbol of the courage and history of Scottish men!"

Dumbledore laughed and glanced at her through his half-moon glasses: "You are really boring."

Alison took the opportunity to run out of the principal's office in annoyance.