HP Shavings Wizard

With a headache, Dumbledore turned to Grindelwald, his guardian, again: "Your education of her is worrying."

He now even preferred Alison to follow Gellert's example and carry out the so-called great cause, to recreate the Saint's rule, rather than this kind of chaos, treating everything as a toy that could be disassembled at will, pure malice.

The former at least maintains his rule and cares about wizards while playing political games, while the latter is completely unpredictable. How can adults understand the thoughts of children? Children themselves may not know what they will be interested in the next second.

He had never seen a contradictory child like Alison, who was innocent and cruel, cold and arrogant, but also clear and logical. She was charming and extremely dangerous, isolating herself from the whole world and didn't even think that others were her own kind.

Grindelwald smiled and said, "Oh? Really? I think it's pretty good."

Dumbledore said solemnly: "Alison lacks proper guidance. She needs the right values."

"At least we need to know the preciousness of life."

Alison was watching the show happily on the side. She seemed to find Dumbledore's headache very amusing, and she made a face at her father who was implicated.

Dumbledore caught a glimpse of her indifferent look, and stared at the child again, and said in a more gentle tone: "Alison, you are still young and don't understand the meaning of life..."

Alison acted cold and selfish, interrupting the adults rudely: "I don't need to cherish other people's lives, I just need to have the strength to protect myself."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, ignored her words, and continued patiently: "The meaning of life is to love and be loved."

Alison didn't listen to him. Seeing that he was not going to stop, she turned around childishly and covered her ears with her father's hands.

Grindelwald smiled and shrugged at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed, stopped talking, and stood up to leave.

Alison glanced at him secretly, and Dumbledore, who walked to the door, stopped and looked back, caught her sight, stared at her and repeated: "I will keep an eye on you at all times."

He didn't give such direct warnings to Tom back then.

Perhaps it was because he was indeed a little stressed, or perhaps it was because Alison made him feel more uneasy than Tom had been. Tom was just an orphan with extraordinary talents who was groping on his own, while Alison was truly raised by Gellert himself.

"One day you won't be able to stop me!"

The little wizard ignored her father's warning and instead declared something in response. With her pretty fair face, she looked lively and cute despite her spoiled personality.

Dumbledore said nothing, but just looked at Alison deeply.

As soon as the result was announced, Alison suddenly changed her attitude and invited him with a smile, with obvious anticipation and curiosity on her face, without the tit-for-tat from before.

"Are you free to accompany Alison to buy school supplies? I think Professor Dumbledore might still be needed to accompany her!"

She emphasized the word 'Professor Dumbledore', and it was obvious that her purpose was clear and the reason for the invitation was just a trick.

Dumbledore paused, turned to look at the unpredictable little wizard, and nodded helplessly: "Of course, Alison."

Alison became happy and told him the date in the original book when Hagrid picked up Harry Potter to go to Diagon Alley, and decided on the date directly: "July 31st, come over for breakfast and we'll go shopping for the whole day, okay?"

Dumbledore paused, agreed, and walked away into the night: "Okay, I will be here on time."

Alison happily threw herself into Grindelwald's arms, not hiding her excitement at all, and she didn't seem to be deliberately provocative when she mentioned Dumbledore.

"Albus, Dad! We're going shopping together! A family outing!" She rubbed against him coquettishly, unable to suppress her excitement, twisting like a milk worm candy, proudly asking for credit, "I've secured a chance for you to go shopping with Albus, Dad. How about that?"

Grindelwald smiled and ruffled his daughter's red hair, "Of course, well done, Ellie."

……

Life in Godric's Hollow was fairly uneventful over the next few days.

Away from the daily routine of following storylines, completing quests, killing monsters, and collecting materials in the gaming world, Alison thought it would be nice to occasionally spend a few days discussing black magic with her dad, playing around, and doing housework.

It's just a pity that in reality, there are no taboos, such as digging up other people's tombstones and corpses, breaking into other people's houses and rummaging through boxes, or using a killing curse on passers-by. Even flying brooms cannot be flown casually because they may be seen by Muggles.

Why aren't there a lot of dark wizards around? It would be better to fast forward to the return of Voldemort, the Death Eaters patrol, the Battle of Hogwarts, so that she can have a suitable reason to kill.

She had played a necromancer in the Diablo game, and necromancers often felt insecure without enough corpses. As a result, she now had the urge to sneak into the corpse cave under Paris to pick up corpses. It just so happened that her father was burning Paris, and she was causing the undead plague.

Allison also took on the work of planting in the garden - mainly to protect the pest goblins that gnawed on the roots of the plants and reproduced very quickly.

Normal wizards clean up goblins by grabbing their ankles and spinning them around to stun them, then throwing them out of the garden. Goblins are stupid, and when they see someone removing them, they'll come out of their holes to see what's going on, behaving a bit like a stupid roe deer.

But Alison first observed stealthily to make sure Bathilda was not there, then used a levitation spell to lift the goblin out of the cave and bleed him, collecting the magical blood of the magical creature as the prerequisite material for opening the blind box of the seaside cave.

Even if there was a blood-replenishing potion, how could she possibly cut herself? Of course, she would use some goblin blood to fool Senior Riddle's little mechanism to protect the Horcrux, and if that didn't work, she would summon the Niffler to kill him on the spot and take his blood.

The goblins' flesh and bones were finely ground and buried deep underground to be used as fertilizer. They were said to be born in the garden and die in the garden.

Even the stupid goblins could sense the danger and fled in panic, but they still couldn't escape the clutches of the terrifying little wizard. Since she couldn't kill people with a knife, Alison could only choose to kill the goblins to fool herself who was used to killing.

Grindelwald walked into the garden, only slightly raising his eyebrows, not minding her unusually cruel behavior. For this old devil who pushed the Muggle World War II and indirectly caused the deaths of 70 million people around the world, his daughter who was obsessed with dark magic was only venting her murderous intent on the goblins, which was already quite restrained.

He smiled and ruffled his daughter's red hair, then lowered his head and placed a kiss on the little wizard's forehead: "Little tyrant."

Alison gave him a hug obediently. Even though she had just killed a group of goblins, she looked a little aggrieved: "...How could you bear it?"

Grindelwald laughed: "What?"

Alison pursed her lips and got more specific.

"After learning the dark arts, how did you resist those impulses and murderous intentions?"

Grindelwald thought for a moment and replied softly, "Because I have more important things to do."

Alison, who is currently in the summer vacation and has not yet started school, is discouraged.