HP Shavings Wizard

Alison still didn't give up. She raised her eyebrows and chuckled, twirling her red hair playfully with her fingers, staring at Fudge with ill intent.

"You should have recognized my identity. I'm actually always troubled by the fact that some people send letters to my father every day to ask questions, and keep bothering him for a little bit of profit..."

"I have been thinking in my mind that if I can't solve the problem, then I will solve the person who raised the problem..."

The ghost of the Minister of Magic, who sent junk letters every day and tried to use Dumbledore's influence to consolidate his position, appeared suddenly. He was almost frightened to the point of peeing his pants, and shook his head desperately, his voice almost screaming.

"No no no no no! I promise! I will never write to Dumbledore again!"

The red-haired little wizard wanted to continue threatening and teasing the politician, but he felt an unusual magical fluctuation coming from outside the castle, in the open space covered by the Anti-Apparition Spell.

……

Hogwarts.

After receiving the message through the little bastard's Legilimency and watching Fudge leave with "Hagrid", Grindelwald entered Hagrid's hut and took a look. As expected, he saw the real Hagrid sleeping in the bed with the dog.

After a quick check, he found that the effect of the drug would last for a day. Alison's plan was still flawless, so the old devil left with peace of mind - otherwise, if he helped delay time at school and the person he was impersonating suddenly showed up in front of Al, it would be embarrassing.

Professor Grindelwald returned to his Anti-Dark Magic Office and saw a beautifully wrapped gift on his desk. It looked like a book. It was not a festival, but it was wrapped like a gift, probably because it was too embarrassing to be seen by the students who came and went to ask questions.

After unwrapping the light beige wrapping paper with a delicate butterfly pattern, a handwritten version of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" was revealed, simply bound with parchment.

The handwriting was sharp and full of Alison's personal style, similar to the style of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" that Al received last Christmas.

He picked up the new book of prophecies, checked the table of contents, flipped through a few pages at the back, and suddenly laughed.

Apparently, this was an attempt to trip him and Al up by threatening the safety of the students and urgently dealing with the Chamber of Secrets basilisk and the Horcruxes...

Or maybe he just wanted to use school affairs to trip up Al, who would lecture the naughty kids if they went too far. After all, they were two people and could act separately and handle these two things at the same time.

The little bastard is indeed meticulous, but would Al really choose to prioritize the latter over "the naughty daughter who ran to Azkaban" and "Voldemort's Horcruxes and the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets hidden in the school"?

She probably underestimated her father's love for her and Al's trust in him.

Although Al is calm and reliable most of the time, emotions can also make people lose their rationality and become soft.

The old devil sat leisurely in the chair, flipping through the second-grade pre-ordered script. With the little remaining comradeship, he helped to delay the time for Al to discover that something was wrong.

After briefly reading the plot, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, slowly picked up the book and went to the principal's office.

Principal room.

Dumbledore was carefully breaking the lemon Sherbet candies in the sugar jar, which were slightly sticky due to moisture. He heard noises at the door, looked up and saw Gale coming back, and knew that Fudge had been sent away, and Hagrid had also been taken away.

The old principal sighed helplessly, but then he caught a glimpse of the familiar handwritten book in Gail's hand and was stunned for a moment.

This chain of plots was really clever, taking into account everyone and everything. Grindelwald had a smile and a joke on his face, put the prophecy book on the table, and pushed it to his lover.

"Our lovely little Ellie has really grown up."

"...!"

Dumbledore saw the familiar sharp handwriting on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and thought of Alison who had disappeared after lunch, and Fudge who Gale had just sent away to escort Hagrid to Azkaban...

Azkaban!

He reacted immediately, a slight flash of panic in his blue eyes, but he regained his composure when his gaze met Gail.

The Dementors in Azkaban will not harm my daughter in a short period of time, and there is still time to rescue her. I believe this is also Gale's judgment, which is why he allowed Alison to leave.

First, he used the basilisk and the horcrux to deal with Lockhart, then quietly waited for public opinion to force the Ministry of Magic to find Hagrid as a scapegoat, and used this opportunity to avoid them and go to Azkaban alone, and then used the prophecy to sell the location of the horcrux and the basilisk, hoping to trip up the headmaster...

Every step was calculated very precisely, but it was a pity that Dumbledore did not intend to follow the script given by Alison.

He grumbled softly in dissatisfaction, briefly flipped through the last few chapters, and closed the book of prophecies.

"This child is becoming less and less lovable..."

"I think she's adorable."

The old devil relaxed against the sofa pillow, looking with amusement at the person behind the desk who was the main target of the naughty kid's calculations. He raised his eyebrows and chuckled, and loudly refuted the teasing.

Dumbledore glared at the old bastard who was aiding and abetting the evil, and habitually broke off a lemon sherbet and prepared to put it in his mouth while thinking, wanting to eat something sweet to relieve stress and brain consumption.

Grindelwald suddenly stood up and moved closer, gently biting the lemon candy on his lover's fingertips.

The old principal twirled his fingertips, lowered his eyes, patiently broke off another one, and put it in his mouth to enjoy.

The old devil leaned back on the sofa, biting down the sweet and sour taste of the lemon, and licked his lips provocatively.

"So what's next...?"

"Now that we know the location, the basilisk and the Horcrux must be dealt with as quickly as possible. You stay in Hogwarts, and I will go to Azkaban."

After a moment's silence, Dumbledore calmly made his decision.

The old headmaster was very confident and prepared to go to Azkaban to rescue the little wizard himself, leaving the danger in Hogwarts to Professor Grindelwald to deal with alone.

……

Azkaban.

In the end, not wanting to delay too long, Dumbledore raised one hand, tightly grasped Fawkes' long golden tail, and with the help of the old phoenix, followed by a flame, came to Azkaban.

Fox hovered low in this lifeless place, his black bean-sized eyes showing a hint of disgust, and then he teleported back to the principal's office.

Dumbledore looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar Azkaban in surprise.

Unlike the depression and coldness he had seen in the past, which was punctuated by crazy crying, this place was now sunny but lifeless, with even the active Dementors gone.

Alison's fire dragon patronus had already sensed the caster's hidden intentions, and happily flew from high in the sky towards Dumbledore - the person who made the caster's heart burst with sweet love whenever she thought of him.

The fifteen-meter-tall, lizard-like monster circled the old wizard, and the good girl tried to circle the blood relative she treasured in her heart as carefully as protecting a dragon egg.