HP Shavings Wizard

Principal room.

Alison stared at Dumbledore with a smile.

I hide the rose behind me, looking forward to meeting you at any time.

Under that smiling and scorching gaze, Dumbledore looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Alison, at Hogwarts, you're going to..."

The little red-haired wizard ignored his father's nonsense, just made provocative remarks and observed his expression with pleasure.

"Why don't you call me Grindelwald? Are you so familiar with others? You like to call strangers by their Christian names in a frivolous way."

The old principal who was being scolded knew that Alison was deliberately provoking him. In front of this thoughtful child, he seriously maintained his dignity as the principal, but also tested him.

"Five points from Slytherin for disrespecting the professor."

Alison laughed, lolled on the couch, and even clapped along.

Dumbledore's blue eyes looked at the little rogue through the half-moon lenses, and even felt that she was more difficult to deal with than young Gellert.

The tall sixteen-year-old girl opposite had a smile on her face the whole time. She was not affected by his words at all and did not show any reaction as he expected.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, put his fingertips together, and remained firm in his address, not letting her lead him by the nose.

Alison definitely did not come to Hogwarts to study. We must find out her true purpose and that of Gellert behind the scenes.

"Alison, tell me why you want to transfer to Hogwarts."

"Didn't I explain it in the letter? For family reasons, because my father works in England..."

Do you have to study hard in Durmstrang just to dream? You're crazy.

Alison had an innocent look on her face. She raised her eyelids and looked at him teasingly. Her words hinted at Dumbledore, but she still spoke like a student facing the headmaster and did not call him "Dad" at all.

The old headmaster was having a headache and stared at Alison, trying to read something from her face.

"You know what I mean. Why should we go around in circles?"

Alison was very careful and smiled: "Perhaps to kill your favorite student at the moment?"

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly sharpened.

He stood up and walked in front of Alison, the tall and thin old man looking down at her.

"Don't kid me, Alison."

Alison leaned lazily on the sofa, ignoring his oppressive sharp gaze and approach, and asked: "What answer do you want to hear?"

"You are here for Voldemort." Dumbledore observed her and spoke slowly.

Alison raised an eyebrow, "Is that your guess, or your expectation?"

She had been answering questions with questions, trying to probe Dumbledore's mind without revealing her own thoughts.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Voldemort has resurrected and returned. We all need to prepare for the coming war. No one can stay out of it."

Alison chuckled until Zhang Yang burst into laughter and fell on the sofa.

She didn't evade the argument that the Ministry believed Voldemort didn't exist and that he and Harry were just grandstanding, but she was equally calm.

"And then? What do you expect?"

The old headmaster had been trying to see something unusual on her face. At this time, for a child with a special identity and talent to enter Slytherin was really a dangerous signal.

"I hope you can stand on the side of justice. I know that you grew up with Gellert... Grindelwald and were deeply influenced by him."

After subconsciously changing his words, he glanced at Alison and saw that she did not deny the speculation. He paused and continued.

"But, Alison, Grindelwald is wrong, and Voldemort is wrong too. They are using hatred and prejudice to divide the world we are familiar with."

Dumbledore looked directly at her and said softly, "We are actually the same life, do you understand?"

Alison fiddled with the fine silver on his desk, her words cold and disrespectful.

"Whether it's just or not is meaningless, and I don't care about it."

"Then what do you care about?" Dumbledore's eyes became darker and his slender fingers moved slightly.

The shadow of his old friend in Alison really made him feel uneasy.

The red-haired little wizard glanced at him casually.

"My relationship with you is not yet at the point where I can open my heart to you."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed.

He turned around and sat back at his seat behind the table, displaying the tolerant attitude of a loving elder, and continued to probe as if chatting.

"Then change the subject - what do you think of Harry? Harry Potter."

"A clown who seeks to attract attention, a bad kid who abuses magic and breaks the law, chaotic relationships between men and women..."

Alison expertly recited what the Ministry and Skeeter had said in the news.

As she spoke, Dumbledore's eyes shot sternly from behind his half-moon lenses, and he couldn't help but interrupt.

"Harry is not like that!"

Alison paused slightly and narrowed her eyes dangerously because of her father's attitude of defending others, but Dumbledore just had a proud look on his face, completely unaware of the danger, and continued talking with his head tilted.

"Although he is still young, he has shown extraordinary courage, wisdom, and, of course, a kind heart. He is an outstanding boy and man, and I am indescribably proud of him..."

This was a nightmare, Dad was praising Potter crazily in front of her.

The red-haired little wizard's face became increasingly ugly, and she could no longer maintain her smile, so she stood up suddenly.

The old principal realized belatedly that something was wrong.

"…Alison?"

Ignoring the exclamations and rebukes of the portraits, Alison approached Dumbledore from the side of the table like a cheetah ready to pounce, with a fierce look in her eyes, grabbed his long beard, and gave vicious orders.

"You're praising others like that in front of me?!"

"You are my father! Not his father! You can use me, but if I find out that you pay too much attention to him again, I will kill him!"

Then, looking at the old headmaster's surprised face, she reached out and caressed him frivolously - this was also Grindelwald's habitual physical contact gesture to get closer.

Dumbledore did not dodge, but his eyes became complicated. He heard Alison whisper.

"We are father and daughter, which is obviously the closest relationship. Half of your blood flows in me, and the other half is the person you love deeply - why are we so hostile to each other?"

The red-haired little wizard's face suddenly revealed a kind of innocence, fragility, expectation and resentment, and he skillfully used guilt to try to manipulate his blood relatives.

"Dad, you have been absent from my life for too long. As your blood relative, I can't even get your love. Can I only watch you praise Potter and pour all your love and attention on him?"

"You are so cruel to me. You only see the danger in me and think I have ulterior motives, but you don't notice that I am also just an underage student..."

She immediately took the initiative to hug him tightly, and tears fell as if she couldn't help herself.

However, she only felt her father's hesitation and struggle to hug her back, and the cold jealousy that had been burning in her heart woke her up from her dream.

Alison sat up from the bed with a gloomy face.

Harry! I'll take this vengeance to heart!