HP Shavings Wizard

Bathilda was already sleepy, so she went back to her room to sleep, and considerately left her space for the children.

Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, watching the show calmly, his emotions unclear.

As if she felt that she had gotten the funny reaction she wanted, Allison could no longer hold back her laughter, and her expression became wantonly flamboyant, with no trace of her previous melancholy at all.

"Hahaha, you don't really believe it, do you?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then realized that he had been tricked by her.

Alison laughed so exaggeratedly that she even collapsed on the sofa. It took a while for her to stop laughing silently and wiped the tears from her eyes.

In the dim flickering candlelight, the watery blue eyes stared at him intently, as if containing deep ambition.

She said in a tone that sounded like a declaration of war: "You don't need a reason to want power."

"Magic is power, isn't it?"

Dumbledore frowned, realizing that Alison was an extremely dangerous and talented wizard. In an instant, he thought of many things: Tom, Gellert, and even himself in the past...

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "Alison, I hope you understand that strength is not everything."

Alison rubbed against Grindelwald who was watching the show. The little wizard leaned against his father like a well-behaved puppy.

"Of course, but strength can still solve most problems..."

"It should be said that many things can solve most problems after qualitative changes, and complement each other. For example, power, status, money, strength, wisdom..."

Dumbledore had a headache. He was now absolutely certain that Alison was far more dangerous than she had previously shown.

That kind of self-contained, stubborn and cold thought...

Nowadays, there are very few people who can cause such great emotional fluctuations in the greatest wizard of our time with just a few words.

But Alison, a little wizard, did it. Her attitude was nonchalant, as if it was just a joke of an innocent and naughty child, making it impossible to guess her true thoughts.

"Alison, I hope you can think seriously about your future." Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then spoke. His tone was gentle, but his eyes were serious. "You have a high talent for magic. If you grow up well, you will definitely become an excellent wizard in the future."

"But if you choose to go down the path of the dark arts, it means you have to give up a lot."

Dumbledore said seriously: "Justice, kindness, love... these beautiful and precious things will all be far away from you."

Alison pursed her lips and smiled, not caring at all: "Justice, kindness? I don't care about other people's opinions."

Dumbledore frowned and said, "But dark magic can pollute the soul. You should at least cherish your soul."

Alison smiled and whispered back, "If you can't even live happily, why bother worrying about what happens after you die?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then sighed.

"Alison, you are still young and you don't understand the preciousness of life."

Alison asked cryptically, "Do you value your own life? When faced with the so-called justice that requires you to sacrifice yourself, will you be willing to die?"

Dumbledore fell silent.

After a long while, he spoke, but did not mention himself: "...I will try my best to protect every life."

The young wizard chuckled, obviously not agreeing with this idea. Her face showed an arrogant and cold look, a bit like Gellert in the past, who pointed out his loopholes sharply.

"That is, you might sacrifice yourself."

Dumbledore said nothing, which was considered as his consent.

Alison did not hide her hostility and provocation towards the greatest wizard of the time, and her face was full of gloating: "It's a pity, I still regarded you as a possible obstacle - I am growing up, but you are getting older and even dying. It seems that you can't stop me."

She said this, but what she was thinking was another matter.

If worrying about the enemy can make Dad work harder to survive...

She has to work hard to become Daddy's enemy...

Dumbledore looked at Alison calmly, as if he didn't care about what she said. He looked away and looked at Grindelwald, who was sitting aside watching the show. The battle spread to him: "...Gellert, are you going to keep watching?"

Grindelwald glanced at Alison with his eyes, as if he saw what Alison was thinking, and decisively took sides: "Of course, this is not my problem."

Alison proudly hugged her guardian's arm.

Faced with these bad parents and bad kids, the old principal felt very awkward: "Then Alison, let's talk."

He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Alison, I don't want to stop you from pursuing power. But I want you to understand that the Dark Arts are not the answer to all your problems."

Alison lazily nestled beside her father and immediately retorted: "But black magic can solve the problem for the person who asked it. It's simple, crude and efficient."

There was silence.

Dumbledore stared at her: "Alison, you remind me of someone."

Alison calmly answered, saying the name feared by the British wizarding world: "Senior Riddle, or Voldemort?"

The principal didn't say anything, which was considered as tacit agreement, and then continued to ask: "Alison, even if you have powerful strength, is your heart strong enough?"

Alison could guess that he was going to talk about the theory of love, so she smiled and didn't give a direct answer: "You seem to have misunderstood one thing: I am not as keen on ruling as Gellert and that senior Riddle."

She spoke casually, with a somewhat lazy tone: "In my eyes, this world is just a game...ruling is one way to play, but it's not the only way. Entertainment is the point."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then frowned slightly.

Alison is joyfully evil, with a childish innocence and cruelty, like a child who is full of curiosity about the world but has no sense of right and wrong or empathy, and would tear the limbs of small animals alive bit by bit.

"As long as I'm happy, every dog ​​on the street will be cursed by me." The game player announced happily and domineeringly, without showing any respect for the Unforgivable Curse and the law.

Dumbledore's eyes turned serious.

Grindelwald looked at Alison with interest, obviously not caring about her words. He lowered his head and played with his skinny and large hands in an indulgent manner.

"Alison, this is not funny." Dumbledore took a deep breath, trying to make his tone less serious. "If you really think so, then I must stop you."

Alison smiled softly, her expression lazy and wanton, with a kind of fearlessness that only villains have: "You won't hurt an innocent student who has done nothing, because you are a good person who has a bottom line and can restrain yourself."

Dumbledore would indeed not harm an innocent student, especially a young wizard who had just entered school.

His bright, sharp eyes gazed at the girl through his half-moon glasses, giving her a solemn warning.

"I'll keep an eye on your movements."

"If I catch you hurting someone, or doing anything dangerous - I will not tolerate it."

Alison studied his expression slyly, "But I don't think you'll fire me. After all, you want to understand my thoughts and be prepared for the worst."

Dumbledore was silent again. He really would not expel Alison, after all, this child was too dangerous and cunning. After a few words, he felt that this child had easily seen through his thoughts and habits, and he could not gain the upper hand at all.