HP Shavings Wizard

That confident posture of walking with big strides and head held high easily caught everyone's attention.

Grindelwald casually lowered his hand, and all the young wizards fell silent, staring at him.

He looked around, smiled, and briefly introduced himself.

"Hello everyone, my name is Gellert Grindelwald. From today on, I will be your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

In fact, this kind of mid-term substitute teaching is enough to make many new professors distressed:

Under the influence of so many years, Hogwarts students basically rely on self-study, and the level of this course is uneven.

Moreover, Lockhart had previously replaced the textbook with his autobiography. Those novels mixed with personal opinions did not seem like textbooks suitable for serious classes.

Obviously, the magical creatures such as Boggart required for the course have to be prepared in advance, and if we rush to teach them, we can only talk about some boring theories of defensive spells and curse-breaking spells.

However, the old devil just leaned against the podium in a relaxed manner, without using any textbooks at all. He blurted out the magic theories related to the defensive spells within the scope of the exam, as if he could do it effortlessly, without showing any pressure at all.

From time to time, his steady and powerful voice would explain things in simple terms, interspersed with details of his own past experiences with defensive spells, making it even more convincing.

A bunch of heads followed him like sunflowers. The atmosphere in the classroom gradually changed from dull to lively, with everyone applauding and cheering.

Following the pace of his classes, the young wizards were attracted to the wonderful descriptions of battles and were fanatically worshipping them, and they easily memorized the stories and knowledge.

"...?"

Alison was subtly silent, feeling that this guy was giving a lecture during class.

Is it an occupational disease?

Fortunately, there was no strange question like "Who is Dumbledore's favorite student" at the beginning of the class. Maybe it was because I had lived in the principal's office for a long time and I had already figured out what my lover was thinking.

After she had gotten rid of the temptation, Alison felt that her father's teaching style was a bit like her father's. Both of these top wizards were well-informed and methodical. They looked relaxed while teaching, but in fact, they were based on decades of experience.

Although he had some expectations when he saw him teaching Alison, Dumbledore was still very satisfied with his lover's first public teaching, and he would look at Professor Grindelwald on the podium with a smile from time to time.

After asking several questions to find out the true level of the little animals, the old devil began to assign tasks and asked them to divide into groups of two to conduct practical exercises.

The fifth-year team in the middle of the classroom used the defensive spells they had learned in class, and after a simple duel, Alison looked at Dumbledore with ill intent, obviously intending to challenge her father.

Seeing his daughter's idea, the old principal readily accepted it.

They stood up and walked to the center of the classroom. A path naturally spread out around them, and another circle of small animals formed.

According to the rules of the duel, both of them turned to each other excitedly, bowed, and then raised their wands to their chests like arrows.

Grindelwald couldn't suppress the smile in his calm voice. He hurriedly asked the students to spread out a little further, even pushing the desks to make more space, and finally started counting to three seconds.

Alison's eyes were sharp, and she quickly distanced herself from him. While moving, she used her wizard robe to cover the opponent's direction so that he couldn't see where his wand was pointing. She first cast a silent blue light, which was the Imperius Curse.

After all, it was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, so she planned to just fight like a normal dark wizard - minus the killing curse. Although she knew her father could handle it, if something went wrong, she would be without a father.

Dumbledore's robes fluttered, and he dodged easily and cast a disarming spell in return. He didn't take it seriously, just like playing house with a child, and didn't even use the water dungeon or the advanced transfiguration spell to drive the dead objects around.

The little red-haired wizard did not defend himself, but predicted the direction of the spell and dodged it, then quickly ignited the fierce fire and transformed into a phoenix that spread its wings and flew towards the opposite side.

The old principal strolled leisurely in the garden and used transfiguration to transform the Fiery Phoenix that was swooping over him into a fat pigeon. The control of the dangerous Fiery Phoenix also fell into his hands.

Alison attempts to destroy the pigeons with a Thunderbolt blast, hoping to blast away the out-of-control Fiendfyre.

The flames did explode, but quickly defied physics and came together again.

She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction, but simply ignored it and raised her hand to cast another Cruciatus Curse.

The red light hit the armor spell on the opposite side, and a hidden barrier appeared, causing a large ripple, which then bounced back and spread to the surroundings, but was easily blocked by Grindelwald with Transfiguration.

The two sides fought back and forth, and the old devil watched leisurely, while explaining a few words briefly about the silent spells used by both sides. The small animals eating melons around were very excited, and the dangerous black magic splashing around did not dampen their enthusiasm.

It looked like both sides were evenly matched, but in fact, Alison was becoming more and more angry—an anger that could not be eliminated even when her father's beautiful blue eyes were fixed on her.

The Unforgivable Curse could not hit her at all, and Fiendfyre was about to be snatched away by Transfiguration. There was no need for any extraordinary killing moves, and the rhythm was basically in the hands of her father.

She casually switched to a large-scale multiple freezing spell.

Dumbledore waved his wand, releasing a flame barrier that melted the rapidly spreading ice, and used all his strength to block the Imperius Curse hidden in the mist of ice and fire.

Alison looked frustrated and casually cast a weather spell.

The white mist condensed into dark clouds, which filled the ceiling in a dark mass. When the lightning was about to strike, Dumbledore, who was watching calmly, used Transfiguration to transform the dark clouds into a huge water ball, which seemed to be able to hold Alison.

The red-haired little wizard used the Crushing Spell to blow up the water prison, and finally allowed his father to find time to hit him with the Disarming Spell.

The little animals nearby applauded and cheered, and Alison pouted.

The commemorative achievements related to defeating Dad are gone - she doesn't care about other collection achievements that have no rewards, but she cares about everything related to Dad and Daddy.

The fight was quite frustrating.

The children were playing house and neither side could do anything to the other.

But her father was obviously very patient and remained calm and composed from beginning to end.

Alison could still hold back as she saw progress bit by bit, but there was no progress at all and it was completely in vain. No wonder she finally gave up.

She used a wandless Flying Spell to call back her wand and sighed and complained to her father who was walking over.

"It's so boring - dark wizards hate fighting masters of Transfiguration, they can defend against anything."

Dumbledore pulled her back to her seat, shook his head slightly and retorted: "Alison, you didn't use your full strength just now."

"I can't help it. When I think about the possibility of hurting my dad, I feel so soft-hearted that I have no will to fight anymore." Alison leaned against her father with a playful smile, and gave a provocative look at her father who had returned to the podium.

Grindelwald smiled back, looking very generous, which made the naughty kid pout in annoyance.