HP Shavings Wizard

Under the dim candlelight, the girl's expression as she lowered her eyes and teased the owl seemed both innocent and gentle, yet indifferent and arrogant, with an inexplicable attraction.

The feeling of disrespect as if treating a toy made Dumbledore a little dazed for a moment. He seemed to see Grindelwald when he was young.

Alison soon lost interest in the owl, and looked lazy and tired, occasionally touching the little thing that was trying to please her. She looked up at Bathilda, and smiled again, calling out in a soft and sweet voice: "Sister Bathilda~"

Bathilda's heart melted when she was called, and she reached out and touched Alison's cheek lovingly: "What's wrong?"

Alison asked curiously, "Are all owls in the wizarding world so smart?"

Bathilda smiled. "Mostly. Owls are good companions for wizards."

Alison asked a question that children wouldn't normally consider: "…don't they have a predator-prey relationship? I've heard in the Muggle world that some large and medium-sized owls will prey on smaller owls."

Bathilda was stunned.

Dumbledore, who had just put down his teacup, answered in a gentle voice: "It is true that some owls prey on other small owls, but that is a very rare case. Generally speaking, owls in the wizarding world get along quite harmoniously."

He paused for a moment and said, "You seem to be very interested in owls?"

Alison propped up her face, and turned her blue eyes to him nonchalantly: "I originally wanted to raise an eagle owl, but then I thought it was too troublesome, so I might as well rent an owl to deliver mail."

Grindelwald, who was writing a letter fluently with a quill, looked up at Alison and said, "Eagle Owl?"

"If there really is a predator-prey relationship, I would rather have mine eat others' than have others eat mine." Alison looked back with a smile, but the meaning of her words was arrogant and domineering, as if it was a matter of course.

Bathilda was amused by the childish arrogance.

Dumbledore didn't smile, but narrowed his eyes slightly to hide the expression in his eyes.

Alison leaned closer to Gellert, who was writing a reply, and looked at the reply written for her.

The pen tip made a rustling sound on the parchment, and each stroke was elegant and smooth.

Dumbledore also watched quietly.

Alison tilted her head and asked Grindelwald: "...Such a sense of ceremony? You obviously also went to a magic school, although it was Durmstrang."

Grindelwald didn't even look up. "Replying to a letter is also part of etiquette... So how are you going to reply?"

Alison answered decisively: "Alison Green will be enrolled on time and does not need the professor to lead her to Diagon Alley."

Several adults looked at her, somewhat surprised.

"What else can we do? There are so many new young wizards enrolled in Hogwarts every year. Praise, gratitude, questioning, compliments, self-introductions... I'm afraid the professors have already seen all kinds of nonsense. We might as well save each other's time." Alison said nonchalantly.

Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, was somewhat surprised by Alison's rationality.

This is indeed what worries professors who deal with reply letters. The first time they read those replies that are filled with excitement, they find them interesting. But after repeating them, they can only try numbly to find the most critical responses from freshmen in those long paragraphs that may contain grammatical errors and vocabulary errors.

Some freshmen even forgot to mention in their reply letters whether they needed a professor to help them purchase admission items because they went off topic, and had to send a new letter to confirm.

Grindelwald seemed to be accustomed to Alison's intelligence and was not surprised.

Dumbledore looked at him and asked something that sounded like nonsense: "Are you going to send her to Hogwarts?"

Grindelwald smiled ostentatiously: "Of course, why not?"

Alison interrupted with a smile, and began to create a sense of urgency in front of the Hogwarts headmaster to compete for students, just like buying something. At this time, she no longer looked like she had to go to Hogwarts in the past: "... Maybe it would be nice to go to Durmstrang to study the dark arts."

Dumbledore frowned slightly.

Both Grindelwalds, one big and one small, watched Dumbledore's reaction with great interest.

Dumbledore quickly calmed down and looked at Grindelwald, the obvious culprit, calmly, and fulfilled his duty as an educator: "Alison is still very young. It is not a good thing to learn the dark arts too early."

Then he looked at Alison, who was obviously watching the show with a curious look on her face: "What is your relationship with Gellert?"

Alison propped up her face and smiled playfully, it was hard to tell whether it was provocative or perfunctory. She didn't care about the awe-inspiring aura of Dumbledore: "What does it matter? I'm just an orphan who grew up in the Muggle world."

Dumbledore's bright, sharp eyes stared at Alison through his half-moon glasses, and Alison looked back with a smile.

Bathilda defended: "Albus, don't be so serious. Alison is just a child."

Dumbledore sighed, "Okay... However, Alison, as an elder, I still have to remind you not to get involved in dark magic too early, otherwise it may bring unexpected consequences."

Alison blinked, observing Dumbledore's reaction, and said with a smile, "...What if they have already been in contact?"

Dumbledore frowned subconsciously.

Grindelwald next to him finally finished writing his reply and put it in an envelope.

Alison excitedly took out the wax seal and various wax pellets that she had bought in Diagon Alley that afternoon. She ignited a small ball of dark magic fire in her palm and controlled it precisely to melt a beautiful blue-green rose-pattern wax seal.

The little fierce fire snake curled up obediently in the palm of his hand. This kind of precise control was used in daily life scenes, so that outsiders who didn't understand it could not see that the fierce fire curse was difficult to control and could burn all the bad reputations, including the caster.

Dumbledore's pupils shrank slightly. He didn't expect that Alison could control the Fiendfyre so skillfully at such a young age. Her magical talent even surpassed Gellert's.

Grindelwald seemed to be used to it and just glanced at her. If Alison hadn't remembered that he had rushed into the kitchen with a dark face in the afternoon to stop her from cooking with a fierce fire, he would have had the aura of a boss who would not be afraid of anything.

Bathilda was startled by Alison's skillful control of the Fiendfyre, but soon returned to normal, only with some emotion.

Dumbledore was acutely aware of their reactions and pursed his lips.

Alison handed the reply to the waiting owl, which fluttered away.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a serious expression: "Alison is interested in the dark arts?"

Grindelwald said in a relaxed tone: "She is interested in everything."

Dumbledore asked Alison seriously: "Why are you interested in the Dark Arts?"

Alison suddenly looked melancholy after hearing this. Facing Dumbledore's persistence, she hesitated for a moment before lowering her eyes and speaking in a low voice: "...many things in the world require strength."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment: "Indeed. However, there are many kinds of power, and it is not only the dark magic that can be used to gain power."

"But the dark arts are quick enough."

Dumbledore had a complicated expression: "Dark magic can indeed quickly gain power, but it also brings many dangers."

"…If I can't gain strength quickly, what if fate brings greater danger? Weakness itself is the original sin. It's just a matter of choice."

Dumbledore didn't expect Alison to say such words. Her thinking was so mature and rational that it didn't seem like that of a child.

"It's not destiny, Alison."

Alison watched his reaction. "But can you really do nothing? If there is a prophecy that in a few years your blood relatives will be killed by the Killing Curse..."

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Dumbledore's pupils contracted.