HP Shavings Wizard

He was a thin-looking boy, wearing ill-fitting Muggle clothes, with messy black hair and a pair of glasses. His green eyes looked around stiffly through the round glasses.

Dumbledore looked at the boy's face, which was similar to James', and Lily's green eyes, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Harry Potter.

Although I received an owl note from Hagrid last night, it was still a coincidence that we met here.

He quickly came to his senses and spoke softly and gently, "Harry?"

Harry was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and looked at the tall and thin old man, feeling a little at a loss.

Although he saw many strangers who knew his name and were excited to shake hands with this celebrity when he entered Diagon Alley, Harry only felt like he was in a dream, light and unreal - a few days ago he was still an ordinary little orphan, being abused in his foster aunt's home.

Dumbledore smiled at Harry and said, "Welcome to Diagon Alley."

Harry smiled as well: "Thank you, sir."

In fact, Harry also didn't know this kind-looking but dignified old man, but he could sense his kindness. The old man was not as excited and enthusiastic as the wizards in the Leaky Cauldron, but he was also gentle and amiable, greeting him like a friend.

It would be nice if Hagrid was still there, but it’s a pity he went out drinking, otherwise he would definitely recognize who this was.

Harry thought with some regret.

The short, plump, purple-dressed Madam Malkin had not had time to greet the new guest when she heard the name "Harry" uttered by Dumbledore. At this moment, she could not help but look closely in surprise.

Children are always more likely to pay attention to their peers. Harry first looked at the little red-haired witch who walked up to the old man.

She seemed to be a little older than herself. The only blue eye that was exposed from under her bangs was bright and had a somewhat cold and arrogant expression.

That was a completely different sense of danger from his cousin Dudley, who was spoiled to be fat, arrogant, and liked to bully others.

She was obviously a pretty girl of the same age, but she made people think of her as ice. When they glanced at her, it was like looking at a dead object.

The girl's aura makes people ignore her pretty face, and what impresses people the most is her magical sense of danger and attraction.

Harry felt a little uncomfortable and looked away.

Draco, who was standing on the footstool, also noticed Harry and looked him up and down.

This dirty-looking poor child is the famous Harry Potter?

Draco was looking at Harry, and Harry felt Draco's gaze and looked back at the pale and thin boy.

Draco suddenly spoke, still with his habitual drawling tone, which almost made Harry think of Dudley immediately: "Are you Harry Potter?"

Harry was being asked by Madam Malkin to stand on the footstool as well. Facing this unpleasant question, he pursed his lips and said, "Hmm."

Headmaster Dumbledore was standing not far away. Even though the greatest wizard of the time didn't pay much attention to them, Draco was actually more nervous than Harry, but he just looked more tense.

So the only son of the Malfoy family stumbled over some meaningless and dry topics with the boy-who-lived he had heard about since childhood, and he actually continued to talk.

Harry had just entered the wizarding world at this time. He had been bullied by Dudley since he was a child and was suppressed by living under someone else's roof. It was not easy for him to be angered, so he just went with the flow and echoed the boy's words, listening to the unfamiliar things in the wizarding world bit by bit.

Madam Malkin was busy, quickly measuring the size with a magic ruler and making the wizard robe as required.

Alison glanced at the scene with little interest, then slowly and tentatively reached out to her father.

Noticing her thoughts, Dumbledore smiled and took Alison's hand.

The red-haired little wizard's cold and arrogant expression towards outsiders immediately softened, and he looked down at the clasped hands and hugged the old man's arm. He had just provoked the principal, but now he was clinging to him awkwardly like a cat.

This amused Dumbledore.

Harry and Draco also noticed that side. However, when Harry turned his sight, he suddenly saw Hagrid standing at the window, grinning at him and pointing at two large ice creams in his hand, indicating that he could not enter the store.

Dumbledore noticed Harry's gaze and also saw the conspicuous half-giant, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, a large man who loved animal friends and was one of his friends and students.

He waved at Hagrid, who grinned back.

Alison hugged her father's arm tightly, frowning slightly, impatient at being interrupted again.

Harry looked from Hagrid to Dumbledore, wondering: Did Hagrid know this old gentleman?

The old man seemed to have guessed Harry's doubts and took the initiative to explain them, his tone being very kind.

"Albus Dumbledore - perhaps Hagrid has told you about me?"

Harry's eyes widened. He didn't expect that this amiable old man was the Professor Dumbledore that Hagrid had always mentioned, his most respected professor and the headmaster of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore winked at him playfully with his deep blue eyes: "Nice to meet you, Harry."

Harry was attracted by Dumbledore's humor and approachable appearance, and suddenly seemed to understand why Hagrid respected Professor Dumbledore so much.

Alison glared at Harry.

Harry was inexplicably given a glare and didn't understand why, but he had a feeling that the girl was somewhat hostile towards him.

Dumbledore noticed that the atmosphere between the two children was not right, and said with a smile: "You two can get to know each other."

Hearing this, Alison immediately hugged Dumbledore's arm in annoyance, trying to pull her father to her father and Bathilda and leave here directly.

But Dumbledore did not move, just looked at the two children with a smile.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but still followed Professor Dumbledore's instructions and took the initiative to speak: "Hello, I'm Harry Potter."

Alison, however, was not in a good mood at all. She sneered and looked cold and arrogant. She did not say her name, but warned Harry viciously.

"I'm warning you, stay away from Dumbledore! Otherwise I will burn you with Fiendfyre!"

Harry, who had just come into contact with magic, was a little confused, but from the word "fiendfire" (devil's fire), he could feel the strong malice implied in it.

Draco beside him was also startled. The Malfoy family was quite old and had a tradition of dark magic, so he knew more about it and also knew about the famous cursed flame, Fiendfyre, although he had only heard of it occasionally.

What did that girl just say? Fiendfyre? Isn't that dark magic? Why would Headmaster Dumbledore bring a little girl who blatantly threatened people with dark magic?

Dumbledore was not angry. He just looked calmly at the little wizard who was holding his arms tightly and said, "Alison, you scared Harry."

Alison stared at him calmly, trying to figure out his purpose directly.

"You expect me to be the babysitter of your savior's baby? Dream on! I have no mercy on Hogwarts or the British wizarding world."

The old principal's eyes deepened slightly, but he remained calm and patient: "I believe you will like him."

Not only about future plans, he actually sincerely hopes that Alison can make more good friends and ease the tension and violence of her subconscious mind towards the surrounding environment.

Alison didn't care. Are you kidding? Can gamers be tricked into following the plot?

"…if you are willing to make him material for my dark magic."