HP Shavings Wizard

The plot in the dream moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was the first day of school.

If Alison could borrow the power of the Saints in Germany, then Daddy should appear. Some places clearly violated logic, and she clearly realized that she was dreaming, and then she rushed around happily.

She was so tall that she stood out from the crowd. She appeared at the castle gate with the freshmen. When she saw Professor McGonagall waiting, her expression suddenly became serious and she walked quickly to her.

The old professor frowned at her cold and arrogant aura, not to mention that her face had such obvious features of her parents.

Professor McGonagall, who had received the news from Albus in advance about the "well-behaved and steady fifth-year transfer student", had her pupils tremble. She tried to calm down, staring at the face full of rebelliousness, and asked in a stiff tone.

"Excuse me, Miss Alison Green?"

Having already been accepted, Alison didn't bother pretending anymore, she raised her eyebrows and chuckled.

Isn't it normal that there is a difference between buyer's show and seller's show?

Already arrived, no refunds will be given.

"Yes~ Of course, if you want to call me Miss Grindelwald, that's fine~"

After finally getting the confirmation, the old professor's eyes widened, his heart pounding, and his voice trembled as he looked at the girl in front of him.

"You, you are Gellert Grindelwald's..."

The little red-haired wizard curled his lips nonchalantly and interrupted: "Daughter."

Like being struck by lightning.

This child who obviously looks like Albus said that she is Grindelwald's daughter. As an assistant, she is aware of some of the past grudges between the two and is not just a simple enemy.

The amount of information was so overwhelming that the old professor's breathing became rapid and he suspected he was going to faint in the next second.

"Albus knows..."

"I don't know~ But we'll be separated soon, and he'll know when he sees me~"

Guessing what Professor McGonagall wanted to say, Alison continued to interrupt, her expression becoming even more amused and nasty, her tone frivolous and playful.

After saying that, she ignored the old professors and the freshmen and walked straight towards the auditorium, swaggering and not waiting for anyone to lead the way.

The school where her father is the principal is her home.

Treat the school as your own home and relax a little~

The freshmen all started talking.

Who is that older girl and why is she so cocky?

It didn't take long for them to cross the corridor and reach the Great Hall. Alison ignored everyone in the room and stared at the lovely Dumbledore in the middle of the teachers' seats with interest.

The Sorting ceremony had not yet begun, and the other people at Hogwarts looked at the stranger who had arrived early in surprise.

Before she could react, the old principal's blue eyes involuntarily stared at Alison, and he could not look away, and his mind went blank for a moment.

The past, memories, pain, regret, love...all came to his mind at once. The little wizard who clearly had the shadows of both of them was like Pandora's box, opening the most secret and untouchable corner of his heart.

Coming back to his senses, Dumbledore easily guessed the fake identity of the strange girl based on her age.

Thinking back to Miss Green's reply, and those absolutely fake transcripts, I guessed that she was well-behaved, calm and brave...

I was fooled. As expected, she is Gellert's daughter, a cunning bastard...

I can't tell whether I'm more angry or happy.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was tense, the discussions were getting louder and louder, and almost everyone was whispering about the strange girl who appeared alone.

She looked so arrogant and out of place in Hogwarts. But for some reason, she had a unique charm that made people want to get closer.

Professor McGonagall, who had hurried over from behind, tried to control the situation and spoke loudly.

Please be quiet! Classmates, be quiet! Miss Alison Green is a student at Durmstrang. She is in the fifth grade this year. Due to family reasons, she transferred to Hogwarts to study in the fifth grade..."

The result of the sorting was, as expected, still Slytherin.

The Slytherin table erupted in cheers for this obviously strong, arrogant, and charming young lady.

Dumbledore also clapped politely, but his eyes were deep and his brows were slightly frowned.

Voldemort has resurrected, and Slytherin is no longer a good choice. He had hoped that the child would be able to enter Gryffindor and eventually become a brave and upright person.

"..."

The old headmaster briefly gave some notes on the new semester and said that Umbridge, sent by the Ministry of Magic, would be the new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"There are two changes to the teaching staff this year... I am also pleased to introduce Professor Umbridge, the new teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts... Quidditch..."

He was interrupted by Umbridge's deliberate clearing of her throat.

The old headmaster suddenly stopped talking and looked at Umbridge inquiringly, and found that the short girl had stood up - although not taller than when sitting - after a moment of surprise, Dumbledore sat back alertly and looked at the pink toad intently, as if he couldn't wait to listen to the words.

Kind of cute.

Of course, this is not a comment on the pink toad.

Pink and tender, how old are you now?

The Dementors in Azkaban all turned pink after sucking.

The other professors' facial expressions were not managed so well, their eyebrows were raised.

Umbridge, in a high-pitched, breathy, girlish voice, with a fake grin, launched into a long speech about the Ministry's bureaucratic views.

Everyone was whispering to each other and frowning wildly.

Alison couldn't help but look at her - the actor herself is actually quite cute - but she still talked a lot in the dream according to the original work, so I have to give her a bad review.

So she suddenly interrupted and mocked loudly from below.

"Can pink toads sit on the teacher's bench these days? Just because they are rare?"

Everyone was stunned and quiet for a moment. The little animals burst into laughter, and many people even whistled. The professors' expressions also relaxed for a moment.

Dumbledore coughed lightly and signaled everyone to give him some face.

Seeing Dumbledore's statement, Alison reluctantly kept quiet and just gave Umbridge a malicious smile.

She was thinking about whether she should go to the Ministry of Magic in reality, turn people into zombies, and receive cute pink houses and candies...

If the dream could continue, it would be nice to use the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor as a target of dark magic. She believed in the professor's professional ability and would definitely be able to defend against it.

Umbridge had no idea how terrifying the fifth-year transfer student was. She was just trembling with anger and glared at Alison fiercely, gritting her teeth.

"Student, watch your words!"

Dumbledore suddenly interrupted her about the punishment she was about to talk about, and cleverly tried to smooth things over. He took the opportunity to ask Miss Green to come to the headmaster's office for a talk later, and then continued to talk about Quidditch-related matters.