HP Shavings Wizard

After seeing the Boggart-turned-clock that day, although Alison maintained a calm appearance, her inner anxiety quickly spread.

As she had fewer ideas for pranks, she began to worry about the future and went to the library to read many books on the principles of magic, soul, death, and life.

Some are boring tomes on ordinary bookshelves, while others are in the restricted area that require approval before they can be touched.

Of course she didn't have an approval slip, and she was too lazy to ask her father and dad for one - they would definitely be nagged and asked a lot of questions, and they might not approve it - why not just cast an Imperius Curse on the librarian, Madam Pince?

Anyway, the Imperius Curse has no side effects. Being hit a few more times can just increase one's resistance. Moody, for example, was hit too few times.

Mature adults will not naively follow the rules and play house games like children. Adults can use absolute power to overturn the chessboard that they don't want to continue.

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The portraits in the headmaster's office were talking about information: In addition to going to the library frequently, Alison also read the information about Horcruxes collected by Dumbledore on the bookshelf in the headmaster's office.

Listening to the series of book titles, Dumbledore frowned and found that the books Alison had been reading the most recently were some forbidden books in the forbidden field.

He felt that it was not a good idea to continue like this, so while Alison was reading in the principal's office, he put down the honey tea in his hand, sat next to her, and looked at her gently.

Grindelwald rolled his eyes, but he also stood on the same front with Al in education. He leaned lazily on the sofa, sat on the other side of Alison, and crossed his arms.

Alison was curled up on the sofa, flipping through a boring tome on the principles of magic. It seemed like nothing was happening, except that the naughty kid suddenly became sensible and started to study seriously.

She held the hot cocoa, tilted her head blankly, and looked back and forth at the parents who suddenly sat next to her.

"...?"

The old principal went straight to the point. He looked at Alison calmly for a moment and then spoke.

"Alison, what is your recent pursuit of immortality...for?"

Alison was silent for a moment, not refuting her father's accusation, and answered obediently.

"...I want you to stay with me forever."

Dumbledore paused.

"Hmph, you're still just a child." Grindelwald sneered, but even though he said that, his eyes moved slightly and he turned his head slightly to glance at Al.

Dumbledore sighed deeply and looked at his daughter seriously.

"Alison, you know what? Death is not the end..."

Alison became irritated because of his old cliché again: "Death is a great adventure! I know! But adventure shouldn't abandon me forever!"

"..."

Dumbledore stared at the stubborn little wizard, with a hint of sadness and fatigue in his eyes, and became a little weak.

Of course he understood how painful it was to lose one's parents, and he also understood the feeling of being abandoned and having to support one's life alone.

But he couldn't let Alison go astray. He had to make sure that she wouldn't try to use magic to tamper with forbidden areas such as soul and life, causing unimaginable and terrible consequences.

Alison is still young, she is just lonely...that's all.

Grindelwald patted Alison's back nonchalantly as she leaned against him with a listless look after saying those words, but his eyes were somewhat profound.

What Alison has been thinking about lately is nothing more than trying to find some way to preserve souls, resurrect them, or simply make them immortal.

But birth, aging, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and neither he nor Al is afraid of death.

The young red-haired wizard announced viciously.

"I will definitely find a way!"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and the sunlight shone through the stained glass onto him, onto his silver eyebrows and beard, and onto the deep wrinkles on his face.

His voice was soft and calm.

"You know, even if you find a way, we won't accept it."

Alison retorted calmly, but a hint of red flashed in her eyes: "It's not up to you, Dad! After death, the soul has no ability to resist anyway!"

"..."

The old principal was speechless for a moment, and he was really troubled by the idea that this kind of power decided everything.

He felt that Alison was like a beast locked in a cage called love. The beast was quiet, but that didn't mean it was safe. She could break out of the cage at any time and destroy everything with the crazy emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

Grindelwald looked up at Al, then tacitly played the role of a loving father and touched Alison's head - in fact, it looked more like he was teasing a child.

Looking at the little wizard who tilted his head in confusion, his tone was calm, but the power contained in it could not be ignored.

"Listen, Alison, you don't have to do anything extra for us to stay with you. We'll always be here for you as long as you want."

Dumbledore also nodded, gently agreeing with this philosophical statement.

Wizards have long lifespans, and as magic is an idealistic force, most wizards bravely continue to move forward after their death.

Wizards can leave their marks on the earth and can walk ethereally in the places they walked in life, but only a few wizards choose to stay as ghosts. There have only been a dozen or so ghosts in Hogwarts over the past thousand years.

Alison pursed her lips tightly, not knowing why she felt coldly angry at their frank attitude.

The person who leaves first is naturally the happiest. The person who is still alive seems lucky, but in fact he has the hardest time.

Did they just want her to stay and suffer forever the pain and loneliness of losing her only two peers?

How cruel.

"Portraits? I don't want them! If you die, you'll be nothing. Only when you're alive, there's always hope!"

Grindelwald put his arm around her shoulders and Dumbledore held her hand.

"You should know that there are many interesting things in the world..."

Alison dropped her eyes and accused, "But that's none of your business. Don't you think you're being cruel? Forcing a child to accept the news that her blood relatives will die."

The old principal frowned and wanted to refute, but in the end he just sighed softly.

The old devil raised his eyebrows and sneered without any hesitation: "Why think so much? By the time we die, you will have grown up."

The red-haired little wizard had a rare expression of fear, and his voice was low and even trembling: "...What if I don't grow up?"

For some reason, Dumbledore felt uneasy and subconsciously tightened his grip on Alison's hand.

"..." Grindelwald sighed and remained silent for a moment. He used a half-joking tone to deceive the child, "There is nothing we can do about it. You can only be a child forever."

Alison stared at him silently and sadly: "Human emotions are controlled by memories. If our memories could stay together forever..."