HP Shavings Wizard

Although he had never heard of this, Grindelwald felt something was wrong and didn't want to be that mysterious old man who was a tool: ...

His veins popped up, and he once again wanted to cast a petrification spell on Alison or a soundproofing spell on himself, but it was a pity that Bathilda was around and it was inconvenient to do so: "Shut up!"

Alison shut up obediently.

Bathilda was so amused that she couldn't stop laughing, and even tears came out. She rarely laughed so simply and heartily.

"Alison, it seems that you have learned a lot of strange things from Muggles in the past." Grindelwald rubbed his temples, sighed, and tried hard to take on the responsibility of a father. He said to Bathilda: "...This child is too naughty."

Bathilda touched Alison's head with a doting smile: "It's okay, our Alison is lively and cute. Children of this age should be more lively."

Encouraged, Alison showed a smug expression on her face, and immediately began to turn the tables on Tian Gang and instructed the centenarian: "Quick! Go clean up the house! The people here are either older than you or haven't enrolled yet. How can you still sit there idle!"

Grindelwald couldn't stand it anymore and picked up Alison: "Stop it!"

As Alison was carried, she swung her dangling legs a bit, which was kind of fun.

Grindelwald took Alison aside with a dark face, and began to clean up the house by taking out his wand.

Household spells are basically taught in the third year of magic school, and organizing historical materials requires familiarity with Bagshot's habits. So in theory, Alison was right. In the whole house, only this 108-year-old man could use magic to clean up.

When it came time to do things, Alison was quite obedient and didn't just order her old father around as she said.

She stood in the corner, and the magic that silently spread to the whole house accurately avoided the books and materials, causing the dust and mildew to float up and roll up, and making the furniture completely restored to its original state. The whole process was silent, without reciting spells or waving wands, and the fluctuation of magic power was almost non-existent, like a calm sea.

Several Bandimans, a magical creature unique to the magic world, were also caught under the floor. They looked like a slightly green ball of fungus, but had many eyes, fed on dirt and decay, and secreted corrosive substances that would corrode the house, causing it to collapse over time.

The Bandi Mang, along with the garbage, was crushed into small pieces by magic and buried under the garden.

Bathilda watched this scene with her eyes slightly widened.

Grindelwald also noticed this precise and skillful control of magic out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but glance at Alison.

After Alison finished dealing with these, she continued to curl up on the sofa and eat snacks, obviously not planning to sort out the documents. She didn't know how Bathilda kept the documents, although she could figure it out after spending some time, but she believed that Gellert, as her nephew, must also want to show his filial piety, so she didn't compete with him for it.

Seeing that Alison was going to watch the show, Grindelwald continued to clean up with a gloomy face, while Bathilda sat beside him and watched with a smile.

A century later, Bathilda's historical materials contained some miscellaneous things such as Muggle historical documents. Grindelwald patiently sorted them out according to Bathilda's habits, and from time to time he came over to discuss something in a low voice with his aunt.

The afternoon passed quietly.

It was almost dinner time, so Alison got up and slipped into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Grindelwald caught a glimpse of Alison running into the kitchen from the corner of his eye, and felt a little worried.

Alison skillfully took the meat and vegetables from the shelf and lit the Fiendfyre. The red Fiendfyre was disguised as a cute little snake, curled up and dozing, hiding violent dark power and high temperature.

This evil black magic flame will generally quickly begin to devour all combustible materials around it, including the caster himself, thereby rapidly growing and becoming more and more powerful. Only a powerful wizard can control it accurately.

But this warm and ordinary cooking behavior at this time did not show the horror of the Fiendfyre. The frying pan floated above the Fiendfyre snake, and the steak inside sizzled slightly in the olive oil, slowly turning brown, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

Alison turned her head to look at Grindelwald who rushed into the kitchen with a dark face:?

Grindelwald took a deep breath, trying to calm down the shock of seeing this scene.

As Grindelwald, who once ruled Europe, he had seen everything...

He had never seen such a scene before.

It's already exaggerated enough that an eleven-year-old kid is proficient in using Fiendfyre, a dark magic that is known to get out of control easily, not to mention that he can use Fiendfyre to cook naturally!

"…You used to cook with Fiendfyre?"

Alison flipped the steak over and sprinkled some salt and black pepper, making the aroma even stronger. In this environment, her tone was also tinged with laziness: "I am most proficient in using Fiery Flame, but I am not very proficient in Blazing Flame... Isn't this very convenient? I can use whatever fire I can control~"

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched. Alison was definitely the most rebellious wizard he had ever seen: "...Be careful not to burn the house down."

Alison was a little annoyed by his nagging: "I've done this many times before. I always use this to make potions. I use this thing most frequently, and my proficiency level is the highest."

Grindelwald couldn't help but ask: "...What did you do before?"

Alison answered the question irrelevantly. With her white and soft fingertips, she gently poked the little fierce fire snake that was obediently changing its temperature according to her wishes: "Don't worry, I have improved it. It will only grow bigger by devouring life..."

Grindelwald looked at the little snake in silence, always surprised that Alison could tame the little snake so well. He glanced at Alison, turned around and left the kitchen, no longer caring about this annoying little bastard.

With the help of magic, Alison quickly made grilled lamb chops, fried steak, mashed potatoes, vegetable soup, muffins, donuts, and apple juice.

She developed her cooking skills when she was trapped in the game world and there were no NPCs selling food, so she was greedy and developed her cooking skills.

This nearly exhausted the fresh produce Bathilda had on the kitchen shelf, and was more than enough to last her until the end of tomorrow if she were alone.

Bathilda, sitting at the dining table, looked at the food and smiled from ear to ear. Not only because of the food, but also because of the excitement and care of the family reunion.

Bathilda tasted a bite of the lamb chops, her eyes lit up, and she immediately praised Alison's cooking skills. Even if the little wizard Alison's cooking was unpalatable, the friendly and gentle Bathilda would always praise and encourage the youngster, not to mention that it really tasted good, so she couldn't wait to praise it to the sky.

Alison also clung to her affectionately, not hiding her happiness and pride at being praised. She naturally asked this elder who was good at making desserts for tips on making desserts, and they chatted animatedly.