HP Shavings Wizard

Time passed day by day, and it was the end of July amid the scorching sun and the chirping of insects.

In order to keep her appointment with her father's family for shopping today, Allison started preparing breakfast ingredients last night, getting up before dawn in the early hours of the morning and quietly making all the breakfast ingredients she knew.

She used a soundproofing charm, but the scent still woke Grindelwald and Bathilda.

Osmanthus cake, toast, fried eggs, sausages, shrimp dumplings, hamburgers, fried cod, donuts, apple pie... there are both Chinese and Western food, and even desserts.

When breakfast was served, Grindelwald was already sitting upright at the table without knowing when.

Alison glared at him in an upset tone, "Later, you must behave well in front of Albus's father!"

Grindelwald paused for a moment, looked at the starry night sky outside, and laughed: "Are you that nervous?"

Alison's magic paused slightly. The plates that were originally floating quietly in the air and flying towards the dining table one by one suddenly became unstable and fell on the table with a slight noise.

She glanced at her old father unhappily, gave him a fake smile, and began to speak irritably and sarcastically: "I'm going to Hogwarts to study, so I'll have plenty of time to see him. But it's different for someone. Dad may not have the energy to pay attention to his old friend who escaped from prison."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, but said nothing more and began to eat his premature breakfast elegantly.

Bathilda woke up a little late, earlier than her biological clock usually would have. She obviously knew why Alison had done this, and the kind old witch just glanced at the kitchen in surprise, without entertaining the child, and chatted with her nephew Gale in a low voice.

The kitchen is still producing those exquisite breakfasts under the precise control of magic, not caring about waste, ensuring that each portion is steaming hot. In order to taste more and also to show off the status, the amount of each plate is deliberately made into only a few bites.

Alison lowered her head and took two casual bites. She was too upset to eat.

Finally, there was a knock on the door.

The noise in the kitchen stopped instantly. Alison casually used an opening spell to open the door as if nothing had happened. She didn't even raise her head and ate elegantly, as if she didn't care at all about the Hogwarts headmaster, the greatest wizard of the time, whom she had invited.

Grindelwald looked towards the door, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

Dumbledore walked in and looked at the luxurious breakfast on the table with some surprise. He then greeted a few people, pausing slightly to focus on the little red-haired wizard.

"Good morning, Bathilda, Gellert, Alison."

Alison looked up nonchalantly, acting like an elegant and distant host: "Good morning, Mr. Principal. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

The kind old man smiled gently and agreed directly without any politeness: "Okay."

Dumbledore sat down to eat breakfast, chatting calmly with Gellert from time to time, as if all the previous love, hatred and grudges had been let go.

Alison studied him out of the corner of her eye.

Compared to the usual dark gray wizard robes of ordinary wizards, this old man always wears something very... bright and gorgeous.

It's a bit like those colorful candy wrappers.

The colors are bright and there are beautiful and exquisite decorations.

He can be recognized at a glance in the crowd, whether because of his majesty, kindness, cuteness, or because of his conspicuous yet not ugly or out-of-place clothes.

Even though his nose had been broken by his brother Aberforth and had become crooked; even though his red hair had faded and turned white; even though his youth was gone and fine lines were creeping up his cheeks...

He was still stunningly beautiful.

It is a kind of settled temperament, a painful but shining soul, which transcends the perishable beautiful skin.

I guess Gellert thought so too.

Alison now had no intention of causing any trouble or provoking any trouble. She just stayed obediently beside Aunt Bathilda, and was no longer as perverse as before.

The atmosphere at the table was quite harmonious.

After breakfast, the group set off for Diagon Alley.

Even though many parents bring their little wizards to buy school supplies during the summer vacation, parents like Alison are really strange and quite eye-catching.

A little wizard and three old men.

One of them was Professor Dumbledore.

Since Albus Dumbledore took over the post of headmaster from Armando Dippet in the 1950s, he has naturally only been responsible for school administration and no longer taught courses. His homework and the positions of Gryffindor Headmaster and Vice-Headmaster were handed over to his trained assistant, Professor McGonagall.

However, Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK, and Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard of the time, the pillar of the UK, so naturally all British wizards know him. Regardless of whether they have graduated or not, they basically have to greet him respectfully by calling him "Professor Dumbledore".

It is the job of professors to receive and guide young Muggle wizards who do not know the magic world. The members of the ancient British families are no secrets. Wizards who know a little about the Dumbledore family know that the Dumbledore family currently has only two centenarian bachelors and no extra young people.

So it's no wonder that many wizards subconsciously asked a few more questions after greeting Dumbledore warmly. Alison also attracted a lot of attention, after all, her long red hair was rare in the wizarding world.

Dumbledore responded mildly that he was taking an old friend's child to buy school supplies. He has always had many friends, and others saw that he didn't want to talk much, so they didn't ask much. Adult wizards still have the basic skills of reading the air.

Alison was cold and arrogant. She just held Great Aunt Bathilda's hand, listened to the gossip of the elders, and ignored those wizards whose magic power was weak, which was a bit like the style of those self-important pure-blood families.

Grindelwald had a pleasant chat with Dumbledore. The two had not communicated much for half a century, and the somewhat awkward atmosphere eased a lot.

Robes basically need to be custom-made, which takes some time... Of course, if you want to save money, you can just use the ready-made robes in the store and change the size directly.

The first stop for the little wizard to buy back-to-school supplies is naturally the robe shop.

Madam Malkin, the owner of the robe shop, was a plump witch with a soothing smile on her face. As soon as she saw Dumbledore, she came up to him and greeted him warmly and respectfully, while also taking care of other people in the same group.

When she saw the little wizard, Madam Malkin had already guessed their purpose. The little wizard needed to buy robes frequently because of his physical development. In the summer vacation before school started, they had to work overtime to make school uniforms and hats for the students.

After discussing the fabric choices with the parents, Madam Malkin let go of her hand and the magic ruler climbed onto Alison in a nasty way.

Facing the flat body of the 11-year-old wizard, the ruler couldn't be said to be taking advantage of him. It was just that the sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and sometimes startling movements around him were really a bit mean.