HP Shavings Wizard

"Damn it! Merlin! I can't stand it! Save me! Save the principal's office!"

Still standing on the stairs and walking up, the two old fathers heard familiar voices coming from inside. The portraits of the principals were collapsing and screaming.

Dumbledore paused.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and slowed down his pace slightly, but still walked.

"It looks like we'll have to start helping clean up the mess once we get in."

Dumbledore sighed and walked into the door of the headmaster's office with gritted teeth.

The effect of Polyjuice Potion didn't last long. Even if Alison made a whole pot, it would only be enough for her to spend an afternoon.

And before he burped and the effect of the Polyjuice Potion completely wore off, he used the name "Dumbledore" to give orders to the portraits in the headmaster's office who were not allowed to disobey the orders of the current headmaster, forbidding them to go out and inform others or talk nonsense, and they could only stay in their own frames and remain motionless.

And asked the house-elf to deliver a luxurious dinner - Alison specifically ordered a French meal and asked for Spanish seafood paella.

As for how the house-elves, who usually don't go out of their way to purchase fresh seafood, should deal with the sudden test from Headmaster Dumbledore, that is not something the willful Alison herself should worry about.

At least, school funds can be used as you wish! — A blunt quote from a thief who spends money on public entertainment.

I just hope that the final Hogwarts school bill will be smarter and directly include it in the public meal expenses, without making an additional record like "On a certain day in a certain month in a certain year, Headmaster Dumbledore wanted to eat XXX, so the kitchen specially purchased it and made a luxurious meal."

Now, with the Polyjuice Potion no longer working, Alison is busy looking through Dumbledore's candy collection.

Although she could also buy it herself and was rich enough to empty the entire Honeydukes Candy Store, as the old saying goes, a wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret lover, and a secret lover is not as good as not being able to steal.

The same goes for candy.

The candies in the principal's office seemed to have a "delicious buff" of their own. Alison kept a close eye on her father's collection, always ready to loot all of them.

If I show off all of them at once, my dad might cry beautifully (?)

With evil intentions in mind, the little termite Alison opened a new can of cockroaches and started chewing these moving chocolate candies.

There was a sudden noise at the door.

Alison's eyes widened, meeting Daddy and Father's faces.

"...?!

Damn! The password is too simple!

But Alison had to change it at the last minute, and she wasn't really sure what to change.

Maybe she should just change it to her beloved "Avada Kedavra".

As soon as Dumbledore and Grindelwald entered the headmaster's office, they saw Alison standing next to the shelf, holding a cockroach pile of candy in her hands and eating it with relish.

Half of the cockroach's body was still sticking out of her lips, dangling back and forth, kicking its legs violently, as if a real cockroach was struggling in death.

The naughty child, frightened by his parents, accidentally knocked over the candy jar containing cockroaches. The candies filled with cockroaches looked like real cockroaches, swarming around in the principal's office.

How could she make this candy so disgusting? - Although the cockroach pile itself is not beautiful and is a bit of a spoof, but now...

The corner of Grindelwald's eye twitched, and he quickly pulled out his wand and cast a Spell of Flying, then a Cleansing Spell, gathering the scurrying cockroaches back into the candy jar.

Seeing them come back, the portraits in the principal's office burst into tears of joy and immediately cried and screamed, as if they had seen their savior.

Dumbledore finally had time to glance around.

Those portraits, each frame has its own unique characteristics.

There are Gothic style, pink Barbie style, European court style, and Chinese horror style...

Moreover, not only did Alison add various colors and small decorations to embellish the atmosphere, but she also gave many old wizards gorgeous little skirts.

Phineas Black, who was wearing a pink puffy skirt, screamed and collapsed, and even begged Dumbledore to take off his outfit quickly.

This is the only and most unpopular headmaster from Slytherin - according to legend, the various colleges in Hogwarts at that time were unprecedentedly united, because as long as you hated Headmaster Phineas Black, everyone was a good friend.

And now, this arrogant, feudal, stubborn and cunning old principal, who hates self-righteous young people, hates naughty children even more.

His face was covered with shiny little love stickers, his eyelids and eye corners were also covered with thick glitter, and his lips were covered with a fiery red lipstick sticker...

The other professors' portraits opposite didn't dare to look at him at all, it was too eye-catching.

Dumbledore also felt his stomach churning and was about to vomit up the candlelight dinner.

He coughed lightly, quickly waved his wand to clean up the mess, and helped to remove the "costume" pasted on the outside of the picture frame.

He also quickly removed the hot bunny girl costume that was stuck on Principal Dippet next to him.

However, everyone has their own personality traits. There were also a few open-minded and humorous people who enjoyed their rare and new outfits and asked Dumbledore not to take action.

They even regretted that the portrait could not actually touch the temporary costume props created by Transfiguration that were attached to the outside of the frame.

All in all, the scene was very chaotic for a while.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and worked hard to handle the issues one by one according to the requirements of the seniors.

Alison took the opportunity to sneak out through the side door. She turned around and glanced at Grindelwald, who was obviously staring at her and noticed her little move.

Grindelwald didn't say anything, but just raised his eyebrows slightly, tacitly approving her to escape under his nose.

It's a rare occasion that he lets the naughty kid off.

After all, he certainly didn't want to spend the beautiful night after the date scolding and educating the naughty child - although it had been delayed for a while, it could still be salvaged now.

Anyway, the monk can escape, but the temple cannot. There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with her tomorrow and give the naughty child a complete childhood.

Before Alison slipped away, she saw the half-smile on her father's face. She felt guilty and quickly summoned her broomstick, slid away as fast as she could.

After going through the "baptism" of the portraits and waiting until everything was cleaned up, Dumbledore finally escaped from the chaos, recovered, and sat down in a chair tiredly.

He rubbed his brow and looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald found the butter almond candy accurately, was peeling off the candy wrapper, and then stuffed a piece into Dumbledore's mouth as if to comfort him.

Dumbledore subconsciously held it in his mouth. The rich sweetness of the milk melted in his mouth. The crispy texture of the almond slices and the mellow aroma of the cream intertwined together, making him squint his eyes, revealing a satisfied expression and soothing his nerves.

Originally, he was thinking about returning to the principal's office quietly to think about his life and ease the embarrassment of being blamed for everything and facing all kinds of strange accusations.

I accidentally glanced at the birthday gift Alison had given me before, the lavender Polaris broom.

He sighed secretly.

He has been completely afraid to fly on a broomstick lately.

Those bizarre comments about the "principal" riding a broomstick and showing off his skills on the court are too scary.