HP Shavings Wizard

Dumbledore coughed lightly at this time, interrupting this uncomfortable topic.

"Alison, since you are satisfied with this wand, let's buy it."

Glancing at Dumbledore, Alison behaved herself and paid the bill quietly and properly.

The game system that only she could see froze, and suddenly an achievement popped up showing that it had been completed: Scaring five neutral NPCs.

Allison used mental control to casually close the achievement panel that suddenly went haywire, which looked like a mockery no matter how you looked at it.

Mr. Ollivander took the money and put a polite smile back on his face. He looked at Dumbledore who interrupted the conversation with gratitude, and sent the little wizard who asked the terrible question away with a sense of relief. He didn't even say the habitual sentence "The wand chooses the wizard", and almost drove him away in one breath.

"Thank you very much Miss Green. I hope it will accompany you to have a pleasant time at Hogwarts!"

Dumbledore said goodbye politely, looking thoughtful but saying nothing more, and led Alison out of the wand shop and onto the streets of Diagon Alley.

Alison held the yew wand and didn't pay much attention to the eighteenth new wand, which was black with a hint of wood red. She just hugged Dumbledore's arm and secretly observed Dumbledore's expression.

After walking for a while, Dumbledore couldn't ignore the stares. He sighed and turned to look at Alison: "Alison, what do you want to know?"

Alison was straightforward, not hiding her curiosity and probing: "Of course I want to know what Albus thinks, whether it's about the bone staff or Alison..."

Dumbledore did not stop, still calm and elegant, but his expression paused as he pondered his words.

"The bone wand... is indeed disturbing. But I believe that the quality of a wand always depends on its user. Alison, you are the most talented little wizard I have ever seen, but as I said before: you are too self-centered and lack empathy."

"I hope that in the future, in Hogwarts, you will learn not only magic, but also how to get along with others. You are indeed gifted, but please remember that with great power comes great responsibility."

The sun was high in the sky and there were fewer people on the streets, most of whom were busy shopping in a few stores.

The girl's red hair is like a flame in the sun, so bright and dazzling, and even her spoiled and ostentatious look has a unique charm.

"Power is my own thing, I don't owe it to anyone else!"

"No, power does not exist in isolation. It affects the people and things around it. If you cannot use it correctly, it will bring harm... just like Gellert back then." Dumbledore looked at her and seemed to be lost in memories.

Alison didn't care about the consequences of what he said. She just stared at him with pleasure and curiosity, trying to pluck the most nervous string of her father: "Then are you ready to deal with me? If I really become someone like Voldemort..."

Dumbledore's blue eyes were still staring at her through his half-moon glasses. His gaze was deep and firm, and his attitude was somewhat tough, no longer gentle and loving.

"Don't test my patience with you, Alison. I'll keep an eye on you and won't let that happen."

"But I always hope you can understand that love is the most powerful magic, it can make you a better person."

Alison almost shivered at the alluring look he gave her.

She felt that she had truly entered her father's eyes at this moment.

Simply by virtue of Alison herself, by virtue of the dangerous recklessness and cold arrogance that make up the nature of this little wizard, rather than a simple labeled puppet.

If he was just a student, a blood relative, or an appendage of Gellert, then anyone, no matter how stupid, would be protected by him. However, the proud and conceited Alison was not satisfied with this kind of responsible favor.

Now, because of herself, she felt it was a supreme honor even to be Albus' enemy.

Grindelwald instinctively wanted to plunder everything from Dumbledore.

She hugged her father's arm tightly, took a deep breath, and tried to control her expression. She smiled and mentioned the magic of love: "... Could it be that you will love me, Mr. Principal?"

Being pressed on this point, Dumbledore was silent for a moment, thinking of Gellert in the past.

"Alison, love is a complex emotion, including responsibility, tolerance, sacrifice... It is difficult to express simply in words. I will love you, but love is not restraint or control."

Alison looked at her father and mentioned one of the people she wanted to imitate in a vague way: "Did you do the same to that senior Riddle back then?"

Dumbledore sighed softly, and walked rhythmically in his brass-buckled shoes.

"Tom is one of my biggest regrets. Don't make the same mistake he made, Alison."

"... Let's go, Gellert and Bathilda are waiting for us."

Florin's Ice Cream Shop was on the north side of Diagon Alley. They walked slowly along the winding cobblestone streets and bought a telescope and tools for Potions class along the way.

Alison poked at his waist-length beard with her hand, and at the same time, she held her father's arm provocatively and lovingly, as contradictory as a cat.

Dumbledore sighed softly, but still let the child toy with his carefully grown beard: "You know? Sometimes, I really wish you were like other children, just wanting to study magic..."

Alison opened her eyes wide and acted in an exaggerated expression of surprise.

"I do have some ideas about studying magic."

Although he felt that Alison was not so well-behaved, Dumbledore still smiled with hope.

"Oh? That's great, what kind of magic are you interested in?"

"Emotional magic, in more detail, I plan to study the emotion of fear first." Alison grinned and recited the background setting of a BOSS in a previous game.

"I hope that by the end, just by standing there, people will subconsciously think that I am the source of fear. The fear I feel when facing the enemy can suppress the enemy to the point where they have no ability to resist, and they will be controlled by the dual pressure of physiology and psychology, and even scare themselves to death. It can also expand the speed and scope of the spread of fear, pollute the minds of corrupted creatures..."

Hearing such a crazy and evil idea, Dumbledore's smile froze on his face, his brows furrowed, and his tone, which had been gradually becoming gentle, became serious again.

"This assumption is dangerous. Emotions are not meant to hurt others, and fear is never a truly powerful force."

He sighed deeply and tried to guide: "Maybe, we should talk about magic theory."

Alison blinked playfully, continuing to dance on her father's nerves and dancing on the bottom line: "Magic theory? Then I'll change it to life, death and soul?"