HP Shavings Wizard

These days, while Grindelwald was staying in the principal's office, he finally had the leisure to teach Alison some things about the Grindelwald family, such as the inheritance of the transparent right eye and relevant knowledge about the prophets.

Alison concluded seriously and asked, "So, we have to have a purpose, or the object of the prediction has the subjective intention to do something, in order to foresee it?"

Grindelwald nodded.

"That's right, but prophecies don't always come true. They just tell you what might happen in the future. As for the outcome, that depends on the person himself."

"..."

Dumbledore sat by and smiled, drinking honey tea, busying himself preparing some sweets and snacks for them from time to time, while listening to the father and daughter in class.

……

Room of Requirement.

Fire ash snake eggs, pearl powder... were all added in.

The potion in the cauldron had a mother-of-pearl sheen and spirals of steam rising.

Alison casually stirred the love potion with her wand, injected ancient magic, watched as the poorly processed potion ingredients were forcibly fused under the influence of magic, and then threw a small piece of her own red hair into it.

In her sense of smell, there was a scent similar to that of grass dried by the scorching sun in midsummer, mixed with a faint smell of ink and parchment, full of youthfulness.

Perhaps her fathers were like this back then, talking about the future on the grass and writing letters eagerly to express their ideals...

Not a bad perfume—although she didn't think the Sunshine Meadows Ink Parchment-scented stuff would be tasty.

After sniffing the freshly made aphrodisiac for a while with fascination, she reluctantly poured the liquid into several glass bottles and sealed them with corks.

The time required to brew the love potion is actually not short, but which game player really needs to wait for several months to get those potions?

The game world always has various ways to help solve problems, ensuring that even a potion that takes six months to boil can be ready in a few minutes without having to deal with potion materials.

Just like now, she can usually follow the steps and work slowly, but as long as she adds some ancient magic, she can directly throw in unprocessed potion materials and ignore the steps to get a perfect potion.

……

Troubling things happen one after another.

First, Harry was recently caught by Lockhart, and taken to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, which now has countless frames of Lockhart's photos on the wall, to answer letters from his admirers and be taught some "little tips" on how to be a celebrity.

The black-haired little wizard certainly didn't want to do this unnecessary hard labor, but Lockhart didn't understand what he was saying at all. He insisted on asking the boy who survived the disaster to "voluntarily" come over in the name of tutoring and remedial lessons, to help out within his ability.

The environment was terrible, filled with the boasting and teachings of the idiot professor, as well as the piles of replies and postcards. From time to time, there were vicious and strange whispers, but Lockhart seemed not to hear them. He just thought he was sleepy at night...

Originally, Harry could have comforted himself by using what Alison had mentioned before, that he could coax Lockhart into giving Gryffindor extra points, but he soon realized that it was too early to be happy.

Lockhart was indeed generous in giving extra points, and Gryffindor's score rose rapidly, but this also quickly attracted the attention of other houses, as they all discovered that they could cheat by coaxing Lockhart.

Therefore, even though Professor Straight is a fool, he is often praised against his will in the castle by a bunch of cunning little animals who sacrifice their face for points in the academy. It looks like a lively scene with many flowers and flowers.

Professor Snape looked at the recent increase in the scores of several colleges and deducted points more fiercely.

After many twists and turns, in the end, Slytherin was far ahead in the score.

……

Halloween Eve.

Everyone is happily preparing for the Halloween dinner.

The Great Hall was decorated with live bats, as it had been in the past. The giant pumpkins that Hagrid had grown were picked from the field, and the best ones were enlarged and carved into lanterns big enough for three people to sit in. There were also rumors that the headmaster had booked a troupe of skeleton dancers to entertain everyone.

Last year, the old principal and his family of three took the lead in dressing up in an exaggerated manner, and this year everyone naturally learned from their experience.

Some of them also wanted to dress up like that for Halloween, so they customized their costumes and props early, and discussed with their classmates about turning into vampires, werewolves, demons, etc.

In front of this grand annual festival, Lockhart is not worth mentioning, and those who earn points for being a loser have to go off work and celebrate the festival.

So soon, Professor Straight became deserted.

However, before the Halloween dinner, there was a slow and rhythmic knock on the door outside his office.

Lockhart, who was feeling a little lost, hurriedly got up and opened the door, and then saw the headmaster's beloved daughter, the dangerous Miss Grindelwald, standing at the door.

Before he could even greet or respond, Alison smiled brightly and simply swung her wand, causing a beam of blue light to hit him.

"The soul is out of body!"

Lockhart suddenly felt his mind go blank. All thoughts and sense of responsibility disappeared at this moment, leaving only immense happiness and joy.

He heard the brisk, somewhat malicious voice telling him to drink a bottle of potion.

So, naturally, he meekly drank the potion that smelled of magic photo ink, a smell so wonderful that it reminded him of the photos when he was famous.

Dark magic like the Imperius Curse might not be considered by Hogwarts as the professor's voluntary extra points, so Alison chose to use a love potion to ensure that it was absolutely out of the professor's subjective will.

There was a commotion on the walls, and in several photos Lockhart was seen scrambling to hide, with curlers in his hair.

Alison walked leisurely into the office, occupied the professor's comfortable chair, released the Imperius Curse, and looked at the golden Lockhart with a smile.

"Professor, I want you to give Slytherin some extra points..."

Lockhart showed off his shiny teeth, his forget-me-not blue eyes were a little dull, his whole face was shining, as if illuminated by the purest sunlight, and he was completely captured by love.

He stared at the little wizard who was sitting in his seat, carelessly playing with his long red hair, and nodded sweetly.

"Of course, dear!"

He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a copy of his book, "Breaking with the Female Ghost," and stared at the strange eyes and the beautiful red hair that looked like satin, asking obvious questions in a way that created reasons to add extra points.

"So, who is the author of this book?"

Alison was amused and her pretty face turned red. Under the dim candlelight, she looked particularly dangerous and seductive.

"Of course it's you, the most famous Professor Lockhart! Please, for me who admires you, add more points, hundreds of points, hundreds of points!"