HP Shavings Wizard

But the butter almond candy is delicious after all.

With Grindelwald's considerate help in prying it open and his continuous feeding, Dumbledore finally relaxed his brows and dissipated some of his distress and helplessness.

He gradually relaxed and slumped down in the chair, concentrating on enjoying his lover's careful care and letting Grindelwald continue to feed him candy.

Seeing Dumbledore enjoying himself, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a smile.

The old devil continued to feed them, occasionally taking the time to stuff two pieces into his own mouth, until the whole piece of cream almond candy was shared by the two of them, he opened his mouth to ask.

"What happened today?"

This question was obviously directed at the headmaster's portraits regarding Alison's actions in the headmaster's office.

He looked calm and spoke casually when he said this, as if he was the master of the principal's office and all the previous principals were supposed to obey his orders - what was a bit bad was that the old devil didn't even take his eyes off his lover, seeming arrogant and entitled.

However, in a sense, the identity of the male owner of the principal's office is no different from the principal himself.

Especially since these two got married and have been together all the time for the past two years. Even in the principal's office, a family member has been added to the principal's lounge for no reason, sleeping in the same bed...

The old principals who were questioned on the wall had a calm attitude, and it was obvious that they were no longer surprised by such things as they had happened too many times.

Dumbledore never stopped them, because every question was what he wanted to know.

Even if Grindelwald didn't say it, he would have asked.

The "dressed" portraits are naturally only the most superficial.

Alison was sneaking around in the principal's office, and what did she do secretly? She had to be questioned carefully. For a naughty kid who was always naughty and had enough strength, people had to be more careful and alert.

The portraits spoke one after another, recounting what had happened today and reconstructing what Alison had done.

After hearing those familiar conversations with Professor Snape, the two of them thought about it for a moment and suddenly realized that they were some conversations in the prophecy book named "Harry Potter" that Alison had given them before.

Even so, Dumbledore still put his fingertips together and listened patiently to the chatter of the old seniors.

Freed from the initial headache caused by the unexpected prank, the greatest wizard had apparently regained his usual gentleness and calmness, without any trace of anger.

After closing his eyes and remaining silent for a while, he stood up gracefully and accurately pulled out the last book, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows", from the drawer of the shelf on the wall. He opened the book precisely, found the chapter "The Story of the Prince" which talked about Snape's memories, and read the relevant dialogue softly.

The principal's office was silent for a moment.

The portraits all fell silent, their eyes varied, but all were fixed on Dumbledore.

They couldn't help but feel heavy-hearted for a moment because of the vague glimpse of the bloody secret "future" in the book.

Compared to Professor Snape, who was young and whose behavior, thoughts, and emotions all had some of the characteristics of a "young man" in their eyes...

Older people, especially those who have served as the headmaster in the past, have seen the noisy and bustling little wizards coming and going in the castle between sunrise and sunset, and have faced all kinds of school problems - of course, none as exaggerated as the two demon kings that Albus had to deal with!

But these principals are always more able to understand, empathize and sympathize with certain feelings of the "elderly".

Although he is not like Professor Grindelwald, who is a "soul mate who completely understands each other", "a confidant", "a close friend and rival", "the most similar and unique person in the world", or "someone who is better than himself".

Merlin's beard! Young people are so cheesy! -- Comments from some portraits of headmasters.

It lasted for several years while at school, or even further back, Dumbledore had been paying attention to the child before he was born.

Watching the familiar members of the Order of the Phoenix and his own students both die, leaving behind only an orphan without a father or a mother.

As early as when he first held the child and looked at the lightning-shaped scar, he seemed to have a vague premonition of Harry's possible bloody and cruel future.

Dumbledore personally carried him to the Dursleys' doorstep and left him at the home of that terrible Muggle aunt and uncle with only a letter - he knew at that time that the child would suffer, and he personally sentenced the child to ten dark and difficult years.

Just to be able to come into contact with blood relatives, to give Harry a home, and to ensure that Harry can survive under Lily's protective magic in the future.

When Harry entered the wizarding world, the attention intensified.

Dumbledore in the book observed, protected, and nurtured Harry, watching the child grow up under his careful training. However, in the end, he pushed this child, who was held in his hands, into the fire pit for the sake of the entire wizarding world.

Responsibility, guilt, and guilty conscience...all were entangled with Dumbledore, the one who designed the plan.

Snape was horrified by Dumbledore's cruelty in sacrificing Harry. But this leader who made the cruel decision was the one who suffered more.

Even if you just carefully nurture a tree, a tree that is destined to be cut down from the seed, after taking care of it for more than ten years, you will feel reluctant.

What's more, that was a living, breathing child, one whose eyes were full of trust, whom he knew perfectly well.

The old headmasters pondered and looked at Dumbledore who calmly read out that conversation.

Dumbledore spoke softly and peacefully, as if he was just reading a bedtime story, as if his name and those of his acquaintances were not mentioned in the story, there were no arrangements for his afterlife, and no sharp accusations from Professor Snape.

What was he thinking about?

The portraits couldn't guess.

If he could be guessed, Dumbledore wouldn't be the smartest of them all.

The only thing to be thankful for is that none of this will happen.

Fairy tales are always just fairy tales.

Even though there are regrets, even though there are some deceased people they cannot save, but in the end, it is much better than a victory where both sides suffer the consequences.

The portraits are just portraits. They are a group of people who have gained a certain degree of trust, whose minds can be seen clearly by the principal, and who can think independently.

But they couldn't turn the pages of the book and could only learn a little from the fragments of information in the principal's office.

"..."

Dumbledore finished reading the story, closed the book, leaned back in his chair, and fell silent.

Every time I watch it, my mood becomes uncontrollably heavy.

Grindelwald lowered his eyes and was a little unhappy, but he remembered to break off another piece of almond candy and put it into Dumbledore's mouth, trying to divert his lover's attention from those heavy memories.