HP Shavings Wizard

"Holly wood, Phoenix feathers."

Since he obtained the Elder Wand half a century ago, his more famous label has become the Master of the Elder Wand, and no one has delved into his past.

Dumbledore recalled the past and came up with a combination that was quite familiar to Alison.

The savior Harry Potter is about to get such a wand. The phoenix feather in it comes from Dumbledore's pet phoenix Fawkes, and is the same as the core of the wand of his destined enemy Voldemort, making them twin brothers among magic wands.

Alison raised an eyebrow and commented, "The phoenix feather is to be expected. You are a Dumbledore after all… but I thought the shaft would be made of oak."

Dumbledore looked at her in surprise.

Allison always had a smile on her face when facing her father, and even when she was provoking him, it was with a hint of teasing joy. At this moment, she patiently explained, adding some topics to the boring journey.

"Oak wands tend to belong to owners who have strength, courage, responsibility, keen intuition, and an affinity for nature, flora and fauna..."

"As for holly, it prefers owners who need to overcome anger and impulsiveness. At the same time, this sacred wood will also choose those who love danger and have noble spiritual pursuits."

"Hollywood is fickle, but Phoenix is ​​transcendent, so this combination is hard to happen. But once they are successfully paired, they will be invincible and unstoppable."

Dumbledore smiled, listening attentively to her words and offering compliments where appropriate.

"It seems you have a lot of knowledge in wandology."

Alison walked with her arm around his, her one blue eye fixed on him with a smile, and her words of modesty and flattery were singularly pleasing to the ear.

"I can only take this opportunity to show off my superficial knowledge in front of a learned elder."

Dumbledore laughed and said seriously, "Don't say that, Alison. You are the most talented child I have ever seen."

The little witch smiled when she was praised. She was naturally humble in front of her father, and others were not worthy of her.

"My pleasure."

Walking on the busy streets of Diagon Alley, the two chatted, and Dumbledore suddenly changed the subject: "But compared to your magical talent, what worries me more is your character."

Alison smiled. She was not surprised by his lecturing. She continued in a brisk tone, "What's wrong with my personality?"

She wanted to test whether the impression she left on her unsuspecting father was the one she wanted to leave.

Ha! The lovely Albus must have never thought that he, who had only been in a two-month relationship when he was young and had been single and kept his distance from others, would become a father!

Dumbledore paused and said, "You are a little too self-centered and lack empathy."

After receiving the expected answer, Alison's interest turned to another direction, trying to evoke his fond memories of his youth.

"Has Gellert ever done that?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Gellert is indeed a little too paranoid, but he is not a cold-blooded person."

Faced with this unconscious protection, Alison sighed meaningfully.

"Wow~ I thought he, a famous dark wizard, would leave people with cold comments."

This is also the view of most people. Some people even used the name of Dark Lord to refer to Grindelwald early on. After all, his methods were indeed radical in the later period.

Ideas are ideas, but ideas also rely on strong strength. If someone really tries to stop him, whether it is an opposition wizard or a Muggle, he will treat them equally - at most, he will sometimes try to incite the wizard to rebel, and if he really fails, he won't mind killing them.

Dumbledore continued to explain with some helplessness: "Gellert is not cold, he is just too obsessed with his ideals."

Alison kept pestering him like a spoiled child, as if she had to pry some bad words out of him: "But can you say he's cruel to Muggles?"

Dumbledore finally nodded in acknowledgment, but still added an explanation, which was not only out of the maintenance of old friendship, but more of a reflection on the past.

"Gellert did have some prejudice against Muggles, but this was also because the conflict between wizards and Muggles was becoming increasingly intense at that time."

Alison winked slyly.

"If you apply Gellert's attitude towards Muggles to my attitude towards other wizards, isn't it a bit similar?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, and looked at her lively appearance with his gentle blue eyes through his half-moon glasses. He couldn't tell what emotion he felt, but he just felt tired and sad.

"Alison, you sometimes display a kind of calmness that is almost cruel."

Alison comforted him with sweet words.

"But I can never stay calm when it comes to you. Your presence has already firmly grasped my heart."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, amused by her cute little thoughts, and then shook his head: "Alison, don't use such words to change the subject."

"I hope you can try to understand and care about others."

Alison stared at her father stubbornly. "I thought you understood best that the gap between some wizards is greater than that between wizards and Muggles."

There was silence.

There are only the sounds of people discussing prices on the street, footsteps, chatting, children screaming, owls hooting, and the noisy sounds interweaving into a not-too-annoying human life.

In this noise, Dumbledore recalled memories that were so long ago that they almost faded, the distant and lonely student days, and that midsummer with Gellert...

It is also possible that he was not thinking about anything and was just in a daze like an elderly person.

He spoke softly, not knowing to whom he was talking.

But the only ones who could hear this tiny sound here were him and Alison.

"You can't deny the significance of other wizards' existence just because of their origins and talents."

Alison smiled like a flower, and looked cute and well-behaved, but she loved to talk back: "Everything in the world exists for a reason. But just like the flowers and plants on the roadside, it's okay to step on them. The earth won't explode because of them."

"Alison, you are really a..." The old principal tried hard to find words to describe this special child he had never seen before. However, it is difficult for a complex person to be fully summarized by simple words. In the end, he could only choose the words that impressed him the most and said, "A smart and cruel little wizard."

Alison instead became delighted, using a silent and wandless levitation spell to float her feet off the ground, and gave the old man, who no one dared to be presumptuous, a loud, soft, moist kiss on the cheek.

"Bah"

Most European countries, including the United Kingdom and Germany, have the habit of kissing on the cheek, but the kiss on the cheek in the United Kingdom and Germany is mainly used between relatives and friends, relatives and friends of the same age, or younger generations to older generations.

Of course, men usually shake hands and don't do this.

Back then, her parents' relationship was definitely aimed at kissing each other.

Maybe I'll kiss you somewhere else...

Dumbledore was caught off guard and his face flushed.

He shook his head helplessly, showing tolerance for the child's intimacy, even though in his eyes Alison was just an adopted daughter of his old lover and enemy's confidant who was keen on provoking him.

"Come on, let's go to Ollivander's Wand Shop."

When I arrived at Ollivander's Wand Shop, Mr. Ollivander was sorting the wands on the shelves. The shop was open for a long time only during the summer vacation, so it had to be cleaned up frequently during the busiest time. The shelves here were knocked down by the uncontrolled magic power of a little wizard when he was testing his wand.