HP Shavings Wizard

There is no hope for this person, as he can laugh at something that can be described as a knife to CP fans.

Alison looked him up and down at his ice cream. "Sometimes I have the urge to rule the wizarding world."

Grindelwald glanced at the naughty boy suspiciously, without any hope in his heart: "You want to inherit my business?"

Alison did indeed shrug off his words: "No! I mean, if you want to rule the wizarding world, you can be included in the Chocolate Frog picture, and you can also make a couple card with Albus's father."

"I don't need any Chocolate Frog cards."

"If you have the guts, don't collect any of Albus's father's pictures!" Alison secretly observed his expression and decided to motivate him. After all, the chocolate frogs they bought must be limited, and if Gellert took more, she would have less.

Grindelwald did not fall for this obvious trick and asked frivolously, "Do you care about this?"

"I'm a huge fan of Albus's father!" Alison said confidently.

"I advise you not to show this kind of enthusiasm." The old father said calmly, with a bit of condescension from an experienced person, "Albus will not like this style."

Alison, with her lazy and wanton look, had a different take.

"But my goal in the first grade was not to win his love, but to gain his vigilance and attention. He was willing to use my identity as a fanatical fan whose authenticity was unknown to him to get close to me, just going with the flow. It had nothing to do with love."

"He is a rational and intelligent person who is good at putting himself in a difficult position."

Grindelwald was startled for a moment, then reacted and shook his head helplessly: "Be careful not to play with fire and get burned."

"As long as I am still his student, and still a person who has not completely fallen into darkness in his eyes, he will try his best to save me even if I play with Fiendfyre and burn myself in front of him." Alison made an analogy with a grin, her smile was arrogant and fearless.

Alison took a bite of ice cream and asked innocently, "If you have a beautiful pet and a pet that can explode and hurt people around you at any time... and you can't throw them both away, which one do you care more about?"

Grindelwald's eyes darkened slightly, and he understood what she meant: "That's obvious."

Alison smiled and supported her side face as she added, her drawn-out tone carrying some softness, as if she was acting coquettishly with an elder: "Even if the former is good at acting coquettishly, or is pretty and cute, it is not as concerning as danger... The latter is something that people cannot pick up, nor can they let go."

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with mixed emotions: "You are such a dangerous little liar, Alison."

Alison accepted the compliment with a sweet smile, "Thank you for the compliment~ Anyway, if I told him in advance that I was his daughter, he would easily guess that I was just trying to attract his attention. And with the example of you and Senior Riddle, I would definitely make him angry the first time I followed the old path."

Grindelwald shook his head helplessly: "You seem to be very keen on challenging Albus's bottom line."

"It's like you're not."

“…I just like to see him helpless.”

Alison gave a knowing smile, "Looking at Albus's father who is so powerful in front of everyone and seems to be able to solve all problems easily, you feel helpless and embarrassed when you make things difficult for him?"

"And at a loss." Grindelwald added with a smirk.

Alison ate a spoonful of chocolate ice cream and mumbled a complaint about herself and him. As she spoke, she couldn't help laughing: "Wow, Grindelwald is really mean."

"Each each other."

The sun made the glass a little warm. Alison felt sleepy, yawned, and started to worry about accommodation.

"So, are we staying in a hotel for the next few days, or do you have a house in England?"

Grindelwald spoke casually, obviously prepared: "To Bathilda's house."

Bathilda Bagshot, Gellert Grindelwald's great-aunt, a famous magic historian, the compiler of the Hogwarts History of Magic textbook, a friend of Albus Dumbledore, and a neighbor of the Dumbledore family.

At first, Gellert Grindelwald stayed at his great-aunt's house because he was looking for the history of the Three Deathly Hallows. Later, through his great-aunt's introduction, he met Albus Dumbledore who lived next door. Then, the two young men were like "fire and pot" in that midsummer.

Hearing this address, Alison shuddered and became much more sober. Her blue left eye widened slightly: "…After all the trouble you've done, will your aunt still take you in?"

And Dumbledore's house is next door, although the only two Dumbledore family members now live in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts and the Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade village, one of them lives there.

Grindelwald smiled. "Bathilda never cared about that."

Alison sighed faintly and began to worry again: "You call me aunt, what should I call me? Relatives are really complicated, especially in the wizarding world where most people live long lives and have huge generations. It always feels like every stranger has a lot of connections."

Grindelwald curled his lips and said, "You can call me whatever you want. Bathilda doesn't care about that. She likes children very much."

Alison blinked and said glibly and shamelessly, "Then I'm going to call her sister."

Grindelwald sensed her intention and couldn't help laughing: "Bathilda won't fall for it."

Alison didn't care what he said. She would try it first to see if she was sold on it. She was such a cute and pretty girl, even if she was a little cunning, many people would like her.

She quickly ate the remaining ice cream in a few bites and asked again: "...Will Albus's father also come back to live with Dumbledore during the summer vacation?"

Grindelwald paused and replied casually: "...I don't know."

Alison changed the subject and threatened him playfully, alluding to her father's brother, Aberforth Dumbledore: "Be careful, a goat might see a German next door and come over to bump into you!"

Grindelwald continued this seemingly nonsensical conversation meaningfully: "The goat may have been scared away."

"So the beautiful Phoenix is ​​the only one left for you to catch?" Alison twirled her long hair absentmindedly.

Grindelwald chuckled. "Don't you think it will hide now?"

"No phoenix is ​​easy to catch." Alison reminded meaningfully, looking at the old father opposite with a happy face.

“But I caught it.”