HP Shavings Wizard

Alison stared at her father for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, but with a sticky malice and a meaningful look in her face.

"Of course, I won't cross your bottom line until I grow up to the point where you can't do anything about it..."

Dumbledore sighed.

Although Hagrid didn't know what they were talking about, he could sense the solemn atmosphere, so he asked in confusion: "Professor Dumbledore, what are you talking about?"

Dumbledore did not answer Hagrid, but looked at the little red-haired wizard with a serious expression: "Alison, I hope you understand what you are doing."

Alison laughed lowly.

"Of course I understand..."

"I just don't care."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, closed his eyes, and decided to end the conversation.

"Come on, Alison, we should check out the rest of Diagon Alley."

Alison blinked and said in a long voice: "Hey~ I thought you would force me to apologize to my classmates~"

"I don't think that would work."

"Just like when you used the burning wardrobe to scare Senior Riddle into atonement, it was useless?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, not expecting Alison to know about this. He didn't say anything, but just looked at Alison deeply.

Alison looked up at Grindelwald, straightened her body and kissed his cheek affectionately, deliberately using German that others could not understand. She looked obedient, but her blue eyes revealed a bit of viciousness and cruelty.

"I thought you would be scared by me. Suddenly want to strangle someone or something..."

"Although you are not a good person, you are still different from a psychopath who suddenly strangles someone."

Grindelwald touched Alison's hair and was amused by his daughter. He looked up and gave a meaningful smile to Dumbledore, who also understood German.

Dumbledore gave a wry smile.

Of course he understood.

He was taught German by Gellert...

Alison smiled sweetly, looked at her father, and suddenly called his Christian name in a soft and deliberate German accent: "Albus~"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, but he responded subconsciously: "Hmm?"

Alison winked playfully at the old headmaster.

"Ich liebe dich."

This is the German word for "I love you".

Dumbledore was at a loss for words for a moment after being struck by her spontaneous public confession. Alison was just joking, but he couldn't help but sigh and was somewhat lost in memories of the past.

Alison asked her father curiously, "Did you say that to him back then?"

Grindelwald chuckled. He was clearly answering Alison, but his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore. His harsh and fierce German sounded lingering at this moment: "Of course, more than once."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and shook his head.

They did have a sweet time together, but that was a long time ago.

He sighed and tried to turn his attention back to the business.

"Come on, Alison, let's go buy some books."

Alison looked at the bright sun outside, then looked at Grindelwald and Bathilda, and suggested with a smile that they should forget about the date opportunity they had previously offered to their old father.

Maybe it was intentional?

She really wanted some alone time with her dad.

"The bookstore is so crowded! Do you want to go sit in the ice cream parlor first while we buy books and wands?"

Grindelwald saw through her little thoughts and was speechless for a moment, but thinking that it would be inconvenient for the elderly Bathilda to squeeze in crowded places like bookstores, he agreed to Alison's suggestion.

Alison took Dumbledore's hand and led him away from the robe shop in a lively manner.

As for the two frightened little wizards Harry and Draco, and the big guy Hagrid who followed Dumbledore's instructions, they were naturally ignored by her.

There are indeed a lot of people in Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, but most of them are people who are choosing second-hand books.

The new books are packed in advance according to the book list. You just need to pick them up and pay for them. It is very convenient.

Books in Europe are actually quite expensive. The average textbook costs five Galleons, which is roughly equivalent to five pounds in the Muggle world. There are eight books in the first grade, so it is natural for the trade of second-hand books to emerge.

And going to Hogwarts requires more than just textbooks. Wands, school uniforms, cloaks, hats, protective gloves, potions equipment, astronomical telescopes... all of which cost money.

I can only say that we are thankful that teaching at Hogwarts is free, otherwise many families really cannot afford to send their children to school.

Alison chirped, "Are there any books on the dark arts for sale here?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "This is a regular bookstore. We don't sell books on the dark arts."

Alison's eyes flashed cunningly: "So we have to go to Knockturn Alley?"

Dumbledore warned seriously: "Alison, don't think about going to Knockturn Alley. Knockturn Alley is very dangerous and there are many illegal transactions there."

The little wizard blinked cutely, rubbed his hands together, and deliberately walked past him, revealing his true intentions.

"...Then, what about the restricted area approval notice at Hogwarts?"

Dumbledore refused again: "No, Alison, don't even think about taking those books."

Alison snorted, which was expected.

Dumbledore sighed and said, "When you officially enroll, I will teach you how to use magic correctly."

Alison tilted her head innocently, provoking and testing: "Can you keep staring at me all the time?"

Dumbledore was helpless: "Of course I can't keep staring at you, but..."

Alison added with a smile.

"After the division, will there be a corresponding dean to keep an eye on it?"

Dumbledore nodded, confirming her thoughts.

"Yes, the deans will be responsible for supervising and managing the students of their respective colleges."

Alison stared at him for a moment, her smile deepening, a little malicious. She said nothing more, just quietly bought the textbooks, but Dumbledore had a bad feeling in his heart.

All that was left in Alison's game account were Galleons, rubies, or pure gold coins, so she had no shortage of money. She paid the bill and tapped the stack of textbooks with her fingertips, shrinking them silently and putting them into her pocket.

Dumbledore observed her effortless movements and was still amazed by this basic spell that scored full marks.

Alison has the mind of a child, but her abilities...

He frowned slightly, then suddenly relaxed, no longer entangled in these headache-inducing problems: "Okay, let's go, let's go to the next stop."

Alison smiled and took his arm affectionately: "I heard that the wand will reflect the characteristics of the wizard - do you want to know my characteristics?"

Dumbledore didn't expect Alison to bring up this matter. After a slight pause, he smiled and nodded: "Of course, I am curious too."

Alison smiled and tilted her head to ask, "The Elder Wand is very famous, but what kind of shaft and core did your first wand have?"