HP Shavings Wizard

The large man seemed totally unaware of her current size, and the profound sense of oppression she felt.

The patron saint who embodies the wizard's inner emotions and will simply expresses his love through actions, being sticky and coquettish.

Dumbledore was pushed back and staggered, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He touched the Hungarian Horntail's warm cheek as if hugging it to comfort it.

When the magic power was exhausted, the fire dragon was still sticking to him, and then it blurred and dissipated in a silver-white color.

Combined with the disappearance of the Dementors in Azkaban, he already had a vague guess in his mind. He looked up at Alison who also rushed over, habitually gave a gentle smile, reached out to catch her, held her in his arms and patted her on the back.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Dumbledore did not ask about the anomalies here, including the disappearance of the Dementors in Azkaban, the strange silence, Alison's Patronus and the pair of bloodshot eyes...

Happily sniffing the parchment and ink on her father's wizard robe, as well as the sweet and sour taste of the lemon snowman, Alison blinked after being comforted and began to act out: "Woo~ It's so scary here~"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Dumbledore cooperated by softly coaxing the little wizard hiding in his arms, and smoothed her long hair.

Of course the old father wouldn't be fooled, he knew Alison too well.

But he was not in a hurry to expose the truth. He just held his daughter in his arms, coaxed her gently, and walked into Azkaban Castle to check the naughty child's masterpiece.

"...?"

Alison observed Dumbledore's reaction imperceptibly, tilting her head in confusion.

Why didn’t Dad be fooled and even thought about checking the situation in Azkaban... Is she not cute now?

The sunlight filtered through the cracks, sporadically falling on the castle, bringing a rare warmth to this usually gloomy and terrifying prison.

Fudge was still slumped on the ground, cowering in front of Alison, a look of fear remaining on his face.

When he saw Dumbledore, the Minister of Magic's eyes were filled with excitement of meeting his savior, but he quickly concealed it and did not dare to show anything in front of Alison.

Dumbledore glanced at Fudge briefly and continued walking forward to check on the strangely quiet prisoners.

All the criminals in the cell were like zombies. Although they were still alive, they seemed to have lost their souls and had no response to the outside world at all.

All the Dementors disappeared, or were destroyed. Hundreds of years of accumulation in Azkaban was wiped out in an instant.

This living hell, this British wizarding prison infested with Dementors, has been completely destroyed.

Glancing at those people who looked like zombies, Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the complex emotions of pity and sadness in his eyes.

Even if the prisoners are guilty, Dementors sucking emotions and driving them crazy, or Alison's extreme methods of plundering power, are never the right way.

Using one evil to punish another evil is always abnormal.

Fudge at the back certainly didn't care about all this. He was almost scared to death and just wanted to leave here quickly. He looked at Dumbledore for help.

The old headmaster turned around, sighed softly, and finally turned his attention to the Minister of Magic.

"Cornelly, you should go back to the Ministry."

After getting Dumbledore's permission and seeing that the little devil Grindelwald did not say anything to stop him, he acquiesced obediently.

Fudge felt as if he had been pardoned and had grabbed a life-saving straw. He fled from Azkaban Castle, crawling and tumbling, and couldn't wait to Apparate away in the distance.

How could he now remember that the original purpose of coming here was to deal with Hagrid who was related to the monster in the Chamber of Secrets.

Dumbledore watched him leave, holding Alison, and was in no hurry to leave Azkaban.

This caused the little red-haired wizard to look up, and his bloodshot eyes secretly glanced at his father: "... Dad? Aren't you going back?"

The old father lowered his head, met her bloodshot eyes, and a deep sadness appeared on his face.

Her eyes turned red. She must have used ancient magic to absorb other people's emotional power, just like she did when she faced Voldemort's main soul.

Through these terrifying eyes, he naturally thought of Tom's behavior: gradually splitting more and more souls, committing those unforgivable shameful crimes, and frivolously touching the realm of evil taboos...

Alison, is this… heading in that direction?

Does he... have to watch his own blood relatives degenerate bit by bit, but be powerless to stop it?

He didn't use the killing curse on the prisoners, nor did he attack Fudge, which was completely against his bottom line. It seemed that his behavior was childish and impulsive, but in fact, every step was precisely calculated...

And there is the Hungarian Horntail Dragon Patronus.

The animal form of the patron saint often reflects the wizard's inner character and personality, and is the embodiment of the wizard's inner light and pure land.

Danger, power, extraordinary magical abilities...

Dumbledore took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, hugged Alison, and left Azkaban.

……

Ministry of Magic.

Fudge, in a state of utter embarrassment, returned to the Ministry of Magic with limp legs and immediately called an emergency meeting.

The unfortunate minister did not even bother to tidy up his now impolite attire. His fat and pale face was tense and he was breathing heavily as he gave an exaggerated description of the situation in Azkaban at the meeting.

Azkaban was destroyed about an hour ago?

The Dementors were annihilated, and the prisoners were all turned stupid by unknown black magic?

Is it just a little wizard who did such crazy things?

Suspected to be the next Dark Lord?

After hearing the Minister's accusation, the relevant personnel of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of Magical Incidents and Catastrophes gasped and almost re-confirmed that the date was not April Fools' Day.

Some people would be happy to see the complete disappearance of Dementors, such unpleasant dark magic creatures.

Having Dementors guard criminals and providing them with food in this way was really a last resort. After all, no one wanted to see a large number of hungry Dementors flying towards the land.

But no matter how happy he was, he couldn't suppress his fear of Alison, who had magical abilities beyond imagination at such a young age.

They had always thought that Azkaban was impregnable and there had never been a record of a prisoner escaping from prison, but they had never expected that it could be destroyed so easily by an underage girl.

Those mentally retarded prisoners need to be relocated. They may even need to be fed and watered, but the Ministry of Magic does not have such extra manpower. Should they be sent back home?

There has to be a wizard prison in the UK, otherwise how will the Aurors deal with the criminals they catch? So we need to find a place to rebuild it and set up protective magic...

Should we contact the Department of International Magical Cooperation to transfer the recent criminals abroad?

Everyone was shocked and felt sad about the huge workload and overtime work that could be foreseen in the future.

The bill to label Alison Grindelwald as an extremely dangerous individual was quickly and unanimously voted through.

But when they thought that her parents were Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald, everyone hesitated and became speechless again.

Dumbledore is also the president of the International Confederation of Wizards. They reported to the International Confederation of Wizards that the British magical prison was destroyed by dark wizards. Do they want the president to deal with his own daughter?

In the end, the Ministry of Magic could only decide to sit tight for the time being and keep a close eye on Miss Grindelwald's movements.