HP Shavings Wizard

Professor Snape almost wanted to get up and leave.

Dumbledore and his daughter huddled together nearby, and the two of them were discussing the Halloween limited desserts affectionately. From time to time, the little wizard would naturally kiss his father.

But the problem is that Alison, that devil, has Voldemort's face and the voice is the same.

As a result, Snape had to lower his head to enjoy his dinner, but he would get goose bumps from time to time because of the hoarse and cold voice.

It's like someone was pulling the nerves of a double agent back and forth and dancing on it.

He couldn't help but look up, as he had to endure the visual pollution of seeing Dumbledore and Voldemort being intimate.

Now I just want to rush up and pull Alison off Dumbledore.

Is hacking fun?!

What's good about dessert?!

Why are you still so clingy even though you are an adult?!

Dumbledore clearly said that the Dark Lord would come back, so he needed to protect Lily's son, so why did he indulge Alison's frivolous behavior...

Both the father and daughter are crazy. The old one is mysterious and a riddle-monger, while the young one behaves in a erratic and funny way.

Sooner or later, these two people will drive me crazy.

It's really hard to hit workers.

"..."

The dance begins.

Grindelwald invited Dumbledore to dance the first dance first - this was normal, after all, they were a newlywed couple who had been married for only a few months.

Allison then followed suit and asked her dad for a second dance.

The old headmaster gladly accepted and took the hand of the short Voldemort, who was wearing a ballet skirt and stockings, and danced cheek to cheek on the dance floor.

The small animals around were stunned, and even the usually steady Professor McGonagall couldn't help but cover her mouth.

When they came to their senses, some exclaimed, some cheered loudly, and some looked peaceful.

The Slytherin Snake King suppressed his nausea and sat in the teacher's seat, feeling out of place in the hustle and bustle.

All he wanted now was to go back and find some potion to treat his upset stomach and some dreamless sleeping potion - otherwise he would definitely have nightmares tonight.

Maybe it would be a strange nightmare like this, where Voldemort shouts that he is bored and wants to watch a Quidditch match, and forces all the Death Eaters to play on their broomsticks. If they don't fly well, their wands will be broken and they will be sent to Hogwarts to clean toilets.

When the song ended, Dumbledore smiled, took Alison's hand and walked back to the teachers' seats.

ooc Voldemort was still very naughty. He stretched out his slender pale hand, gently lifted Professor Snape's half-long hair, and made a coquettish sound in a hoarse and cold voice.

"Damn it~ It's really not oily~"

The poor professor's face turned green, veins bulged on his forehead, and he almost died on the spot.

Alison suspected that her headmaster was about to pull out his wand and give her a stun attack, or throw the cup of pumpkin juice in her face.

This shouldn't be the case!

She was obviously a great contributor to Slytherin. She had just given Lockhart a love potion and finally made good use of the incompetent professor to squeeze out Slytherin by ten thousand points.

Dumbledore choked with laughter again and quickly took a big sip of pumpkin juice to suppress his laughter. He shifted his attention to talking to Gale - if he continued to laugh, the big bat, which exuded a low pressure and was gloomy, would glare at him.

The short Voldemort leaned lazily against Dumbledore, and together they admired the chaotic dance of the little wizards dressed as monsters and demons below.

The old principal did invite a skeleton dance troupe to liven up the atmosphere of the dinner, and this year's Halloween dinner ended in laughter and joy.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they headed up the stairs back to the dormitory.

There was a low noise, like thunder, and the sound of hundreds of feet climbing the stairs, talking and laughing loudly.

However, the noisy sounds suddenly stopped and turned into silence.

Harry, Ron and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor, while Professor Lockhart was petrified, his body stiffly staring at the water stains on the ground.

Between the two windows, on the wall a foot above the corridor, there were some bloody words smeared on it, gleaming in the light of the burning torches.

[The secret room has been opened,

Those who are enemies of the heir, beware. 】

Draco pushed his way to the front of the crowd, taking in the scene with his grey-blue eyes, his normally pale face flushed.

!!!

His pupils trembled and he couldn't say anything.

What came into view was the smooth body of that idiot Lockhart, a body that the little wizard had never seen before, and a fairly decent body for an adult of the same sex.

The glittering professor stood next to the abandoned women's bathroom, maintaining a very ancient and natural posture, naked with his back to them, his clothes scattered all over the floor, like a pervert who had been petrified by someone to preserve the evidence.

Hermione had a subtle expression on her face. She hid behind Harry and Ron, only half of her head showing.

The little animals were all in awkward silence, huddled together. They wanted to see the front view, but didn't want their classmates to notice that they wanted to see it.

The eerie silence still attracted the professors who sensed something was wrong.

Dumbledore arrived with Grindelwald and Alison, followed by many other teachers.

Professor McGonagall quickly put on a straight face and looked around seriously, asking the girls who were watching to turn around.

Grindelwald forcibly held down the short Voldemort and covered the boy's curious eyes.

Dumbledore walked up to the petrified Lockhart and carefully examined the statue, which was so natural that it reminded him of his honeymoon in Rome.

But soon, under his lover's sharp gaze, the old headmaster blinked innocently and stopped looking closely and touching and poking. He just conjured up a robe and covered Lockhart, who was currently an eyesore.

Professor Snape stared at the bloody words on the wall, half of his body hidden in the shadows. He looked gloomy and had a very strange expression, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself from laughing - and this was the common thought of the professors who had abandoned their worries about the attack itself.

It's wonderful that Lockhart, this idiot who doesn't understand what people say, disturbs others everywhere, and talks big all day long, is being punished.

Is it that the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship has been kicking in a bit too quickly in recent years? Last year, Quirrell also disappeared from the Halloween dinner, and it seemed that he was beaten by Alison...

Thinking of Alison, everyone looked over.

After the statue was covered, Grindelwald finally released his hand that was covering the boy's eyes.

Alison, wearing Voldemort's face and giving a devilish giggle, was obviously very into the role, and she unceremoniously encroached on the work of Tom, the diary-writer, who was diligently wandering outside during the Halloween dinner, trying to create panic but was brave enough to do the right thing.

Speaking of which, poor little Tommy seemed to be unaware that someone had stolen his tuba, and he was enjoying the dinner by dancing cheek to cheek with Dumbledore.

"Hey hey hey~"

"Lockhart is finished! Now it's time for you to swear allegiance to the great Dark Lord!"

The Slytherin Snake's eye twitched.

The Gryffindor triangle turned their heads dully and stared at the short Voldemort wearing a ballet skirt, stockings and a pumpkin hat.

Dumbledore suppressed his laughter and whispered the names of Harry and his group, beckoning them to follow him. He then used a levitation spell to float the sculpture and walked towards the hospital wing.