HP Shavings Wizard

After successfully achieving her goal and encouraging the old fathers to bring their own connections to help with the work, Alison resumed her former leisurely life and even blatantly strolled around the school with the bunch of skeleton undeads in her dormitory.

The other Slytherin dormitories next to hers could indeed occasionally hear subtle strange noises coming from the empty dormitory after Alison left, but they never expected that the devil would leave a bunch of skeletons in his bedroom!

More than twenty skeletons surrounded Alison as she went down the stairs. The little snakes that happened to see this scene could no longer remain calm. They screamed and swiftly avoided the dead bones.

The skeleton warriors and skeleton mages surrounded Alison, making clicking sounds, as if they were chatting.

When I walked out of the common room, I saw a little badger passing by and fell to the ground in fright.

"Don't... don't come here!"

Hearing this, Alison put on a cruel smile, walked over, stared down at the shivering little badger, and began to bully and order the classmates around triumphantly.

"Hand over your snacks!"

Under the oppression of a pile of skeletons and demons around him, a badger cried and handed over the snacks he was holding.

The students around retreated and talked about it. They had never seen such a horrible and immoral scene.

The red-haired little wizard ate the stolen fudge and walked upstairs from the cellar, aimlessly, just playing a random game.

Nearly Headless Nick emerged from the stone wall and floated in front of Alison, taking in the skeletons around her.

"Ms. Grindelwald, this is not nice."

As he spoke, the kind and gentle Sir Nicholas Minsey-Porpington shook his shaky head and sighed, "You are a Slytherin, you should be more elegant."

Alison frowned and stared at him, observing the expression on the pearly ghost's face and making a sharp statement.

"My dad asked you to keep an eye on me."

Nick smiled awkwardly when he was exposed, and gracefully waved a slender hand to adjust the fashionable hat with feathers on his curly hair.

The red-haired little wizard's strange eyes seemed to be able to see through the wheel-shaped ruffled collar and the broken part of his neck. A bright and calculating smile appeared on his face.

"I heard that you've always wanted to cut off your head completely and join the Headless Hunters? I can help you..."

The Gryffindor ghost was stunned, a little moved, and hesitantly asked, "Really?"

His eyes wandered over those skeletons, those undead creatures that were also half-alive and undead, without reincarnation...

Normally, ghosts cannot be harmed, but these undead spirits may...

Alison smiled sweetly.

"Of course~ But you also know that Slytherin is always smart... I want you to stand guard in the headmaster's office and keep an eye on my father."

Nick's eyes widened. "You want me to spy on Albus instead?"

The little red-haired wizard tilted his head and said cunningly, "No, it's just a small counterattack against my father. You can go and explain the situation to him directly."

Nico: Am I also a part of your play?

However, even though he couldn't understand what the father and daughter were arguing about, Nick, who had been rejected many times and was extremely eager to join the Headless Hunter Team, still hesitantly accepted this obviously favorable deal.

A skeleton warrior stepped forward and cut off the skin and tendons connecting his head to his neck, and Nick's head rolled to the ground.

There were screams all around, especially from the little animals whose feet the ghost's head had rolled to, who jumped back in fear.

But the head that rolled to the ground was visibly excited, and the headless body hurriedly crawled down like a headless fly, groping and hugging the head on the ground, looking like some kind of ghost performance art.

The headless body held the head, which smiled and thanked Alison, then flew up and floated quickly towards the principal's office.

"Thank you, Miss Grindelwald!"

Alison watched him go away, sincerely hoping to scare her father. Recently, her father and dad, who were busy studying soul power and looking for related books, didn't pay much attention to her, which made the child very worried.

"..."

Soon, not long after, the street scoundrel who was parading through the city was stopped by Dumbledore who arrived.

The old principal looked at the skeleton warriors and skeleton undead of various shapes, frowned slightly, his tone was relatively gentle, but his attitude was firm.

"Alison, you can't bring them around the school."

Those dull-looking skeletons that were obviously inclined toward fighting had a strong and dangerous aura. Watching them swaying around Alison always gave him a frightening feeling.

Alison spoke righteously, casually touching the head of a skull: "This is my pet! A pet like those toads, owls and cats!"

"..."

Dumbledore was silent.

This is obviously not what a normal pet should look like!

And this is not a question of whether to have pets or not, it’s a question of how to deal with corpses!

The dead are the most important. Taking someone else's skeleton as a pet is not polite at all, and it can even be said to be immoral.

The old father was really troubled and decided to solve the problem from the root: "Where did the skeleton come from?"

He didn't believe that Alison would secretly go out and kill a group of people and then brazenly show off the evidence.

Alison felt guilty for a moment and answered obediently.

"I fished out all the corpses in the lake in the cave."

Dumbledore recalled the empty cave where Tom had kept the Slytherin locket, and felt his blood pressure rising and his temples throbbing.

He had always thought that Alison had simply used magic like Fiendfyre to eliminate the Inferi that served as a protective measure for the Horcruxes, but in the end, the naughty kid had gotten rid of them all, not a single one left, and put them all into his pocket, and further processed them into skeleton wraiths.

Things have already happened, and the most important thing now is to find a way to solve the problem.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and tried to remain calm: "Then can you control these skeletons?"

Alison waved her wand gracefully, directing the skeletons to dance ballet.

The skeletons twisted their bodies stiffly in a very funny way, without any sense of beauty at all, and the scene was extremely weird.

Grindelwald finished class, looked over from the stairs, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

He leaned on the stair railing, a hint of interest in his eyes, and watched the skeleton dance with great interest.

The spell to manipulate the undead is quite interesting.

"Little Ellie, can you let them perform something more exciting?"

Alison snorted, and a skeleton wizard took action instantly, with a ball of white lightning in his hand moving towards him in an erratic trajectory.

The old devil raised his eyebrows, dodged sideways flexibly, looked at the lightning that left a charred mark on the stone wall, and whistled.

"Not bad, it's quite powerful!"