HP Shavings Wizard

Apparated to the vicinity of Hogwarts and slowly walked back to the castle.

Dumbledore showed no signs of abnormality and remained as calm as usual.

Alison blinked, secretly looked at her father's expression, used a righteous excuse to cover up her selfish desire to absorb the power, called out in a long voice, and made tentative remarks.

"Dad~ I killed all those Dementors you hated. Aren't you happy?"

The old principal finally showed some reaction. He reached out and stroked his daughter's hair. After a moment of silence, he said softly, "I'm happy."

The little red-haired wizard gently pulled his long beard, feeling both happy and distressed about his father's behavior of leaving school to go to Azkaban to pick her up, and gave a half-seriously explained.

"I predicted that the Dementors would rebel and Azkaban would have a large-scale prison breakout. Dad was very worried, so he went to solve the problem..."

Dumbledore looked down at her, knowing that this was just an excuse, but he did not refute it. If Alison herself did not admit this kind of reason, there would always be a way to get rid of it.

Lies are only believable if they are half true and half false. The prophecy should be true, but it is just an excuse for her to reasonably extract power and explain it to the outside world, not the real reason for her actions.

Alison became annoyed when she saw him just looking.

"Dad! You don't even praise me!"

Coming back to his senses from his worry, Dumbledore burst into laughter and reached out to hug her tightly.

His little Ellie was still the spoiled little wizard. No matter how powerful and dangerous she was, she was always a child who needed to be protected in front of him.

He didn't know how long this kind of life would last, he could only hope that time would pass slowly, slowly enough that the child would be healthy and happy while he could still protect her.

……

Principal room.

Grindelwald had communicated with Professor McGonagall according to the records in the prophecy and asked someone to help find Tom Riddle's diary from Ginny's personal belongings in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.

Now, a small and thin book lies on the desk.

The faded date on the tattered black cover indicated that the diary was written fifty years ago, and the only thing that could be made out on the first page was a name written in unclear ink: TM Riddle.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still chatting about the book of prophecy and how to deal with the basilisk.

Anyway, there is no Horcrux to open the Chamber of Secrets. The old devil means to teach the senior students Defense Against the Dark Arts well, and then pull them to fight the basilisk. It is a good opportunity to make use of the waste and give them practical lessons - in short, it is very hardcore.

Alison flipped through a blank notebook with interest, smiled wickedly, and picked up her father's quill from the ink bottle.

Dumbledore noticed her actions out of the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice gradually became quieter. He exchanged a glance with Gale and turned his attention to the past.

Ignoring the adults, the little red-haired wizard lowered his head and wrote in his diary:

[Voldemort is resurrected, trying to find and eliminate his nemesis Harry Potter...]

The ink flashed for a second, then was absorbed into the paper and disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, some words seeped out of the paper of the diary with the magic water.

【Who are you? 】

Alison ignored his question and continued to passionately write some very outrageous fan fiction, even some Voldemort pornography.

[Potter was protected by the Order of the Phoenix, so it was naturally difficult to catch him, so the Dark Lord turned his attention to Potter's friend Hagrid. The Death Eaters caught Hagrid, who would rather die than surrender, and the evil Dark Lord decided to interrogate him personally...]

[Voldemort gently lifted Hagrid's furry chin, smiled evilly, and said in a hoarse and cold voice in his ear: What a cute little goblin...]

After receiving strange things that he had never seen in his short life of more than ten years, the handwriting in the diary gradually became sloppy.

【who are you! ? 】

Dumbledore was laughing so hard that he was gasping for breath and it felt like his face was about to split.

Grindelwald was speechless, and he didn't know who Alison inherited this habit of making serious things weird.

Alison looked up inadvertently and met her father's speechless eyes, but she still dipped the quill pen into ink again and continued writing enthusiastically.

[The two of them were embarrassed in front of the Death Eaters, which aroused Malfoy's jealousy. Malfoy secretly used the hippogriff raised by Hagrid to threaten Hagrid and wanted to drive him away. However, he was caught by Voldemort and was taken to the basement for punishment...]

The more she wrote, the more excited she became, completely letting herself go.

Soon, the plot progressed to the point where all the Death Eaters became pregnant because of the fertility potion, but the scumbag Dark Lord was in Hogsmeade village, where he met a handsome wizard who was very good at Quidditch in the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, and they drank and flirted in a bar.

The handwriting in the diary was completely messy, and it was impossible to tell what the author wanted to express.

It is hard to imagine how much of an impact this kind of OOC fan fiction story had on Senior Riddle, whose memories are still stuck in his adolescence - he might have wanted to eat the charming boiled egg in the melon, and by the way, eat the author as well.

Finally, he came to his senses and wrote frantically, but it was barely legible.

[Who are you?! Stop writing!]

Alison, who had defended herself with Occlumency the entire time, felt a faint tug on her mind, but callously ignored his words and continued writing her abstract literature.

[Voldemort, who was being hunted by his lovers, unexpectedly discovered that he could understand the language of hippogriffs, and then met his true love Buckbeak who bravely saved him. Voldemort coquettishly nestled on Buckbeak's neck like a little wife, breathing sweetly and gently revealing his heart...]

[Buckbeak took him up into the sky, and they kissed passionately among the clouds, not noticing that the teachers and students of Hogwarts were looking up at them below...]

The handwriting that reappeared on the paper became twisted again, like a tangled mess, and finally disappeared completely, leaving only a blank space.

Unfortunately, my pen pal is offline.

Alison still gave a complete ending.

[Professor Dumbledore personally presided over the wedding for Voldemort, who was wearing a wedding dress. Buckbeak and Voldemort greeted Merlin, Hagrid and Fang, and then kissed passionately.]

It was like a gust of wind blowing, the pages flipped rustlingly, the diary slammed shut, and there was complete silence.

Alison held her chin in her hand and sighed, then threw the quill back into the ink bottle and said with disdain, "You're already broken... a rookie!"

Dumbledore wiped the tears from his laughter and said, "Little Ellie, you are such a bad child."

The little red-haired wizard looked at his father with ill intent, smiling.

"I have something worse! Maybe I should fool him and say that it is now 45 years, and the great evil Grindelwald has defeated Professor Dumbledore and completely started the reign of darkness and terror in Hogwarts..."

The old principal's smile was stiff, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

The old devil asked with great interest: "And then?"

As if possessed by Rita Skeeter, the storyteller, Alison raised her eyebrows leisurely.

"Then? Then record and communicate how Professor Dumbledore, who was brought by the Great Devil, endured humiliation and tried to secretly contact the resistance army. As a result, he was discovered by the tyrant Grindelwald. The poor professor was locked up in the principal's office by the tyrant and forced to dance..."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he interrupted abruptly: "Alison!"

The tips of his ears felt hot as he recalled the dance they had performed in the bedroom during the previous summer vacation. He glared at someone next to him who had a teasing and amusing look in his eyes, with malicious intentions.

"Gail! Stop laughing!"

"I'm not laughing. I'm just thinking of something happy..."