HP Shavings Wizard

Even though he could see that Alison was deliberately provoking him, Dumbledore became more serious because of those words.

"Alison, I must warn you. These are dangerous and forbidden areas of magic. They could harm others, and they could corrupt your own soul."

He paused, his tone softening and firming.

"If power is not directed, it will become a double-edged sword that hurts both you and others. Why not turn your attention to more positive and safe research that is suitable for students - how about Transfiguration or Charms? I can guide you."

Alison winked playfully, not caring about his emotions. In the past, this familiar, childish trick of trying to fool people was usually used by Dumbledore on the angry Snape and Professor McGonagall.

"I am somewhat interested in Transfiguration, which uses human tissue to cause harm. As for spells, what about spells that can be used on a large scale? For example, the fire shield that Gellert used to nearly burn Paris."

Dumbledore couldn't laugh. He sighed deeply, frowned, stopped and looked at Alison seriously.

"We really need to have a good talk. Your interest in magic always tends to be more dangerous. To become a powerful wizard, you must not only master powerful magic, but more importantly, use power correctly to create good."

Alison kept fiddling with his beard with her hands, and it was hard to tell what she really thought of those words. It seemed like it was just a simple philosophical debate: "There's no other way. Before creating beauty, at least you have to have enough power to protect it, right?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then pointed out the loophole in her words that she had deliberately ignored.

His calm eyes looked at Alison cautiously, trying to find out the true thoughts of the red-haired little witch.

"But the powers you mentioned have gone beyond the scope of conventional protection and are more inclined towards destruction. Alison, what do you really want deep down in your heart? What kind of person do you want to be?"

He patted Alison's shoulder gently, gave her a loving smile, and softened his tone again, trying to impress the child with the care of an elder.

"Perhaps we can discuss and work together to find a path that is more suitable for you."

But although Alison was smiling, she was obviously not going to fall for it. Her behavior was frivolous, but her words were deliberately cold and distant.

"But our relationship is not yet at a stage where we can open up to each other."

Dumbledore sighed slightly, but did not show disappointment. He expected Alison to be difficult to deal with. He just quietly pondered this contradictory child whose words and deeds did not match his own, and indulged Alison in holding his arm, even though he was not used to close contact with people.

"I understand, Alison. It takes time to build trust, and I will be patient."

“Whenever you choose to open up, I am here to listen – and remember, you are never alone.”

He waved to Grindelwald and Bathilda, who were waiting by the window of Florin's Ice Cream Shop in the distance, and walked away with the little wizard at a quickened pace, bringing up more lighthearted topics in a gentle and cheerful tone.

"Now, let's go find Gellert and Bathilda. Perhaps a cup of ice cream will help us all relax - you can think about what flavor you'd like to try first."

"Are you going to treat me?" The little wizard looked at him lively. They didn't lack the money, but Alison didn't expect that even if she behaved so strangely, her father would still calmly and gracefully prepare to buy ice cream for the naughty child.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded, always remembering that this was an important moment for the little wizard. He was tolerant and patient: "Of course, this is what I should do as your guide."

"Pick any flavor you like, Alison. Today is a day worth celebrating, marking the beginning of your journey at Hogwarts."

Alison looked slightly stunned.

She actually didn't take attending Hogwarts very seriously.

This trip to Diagon Alley, using the excuse of having Albus's father accompany her, and discussing this plan with Gellert were more important than buying school supplies for herself.

She has enrolled in school several times in the game world, and the process was almost the same every time, going to Diagon Alley alone to purchase goods and busying herself with tasks.

Young wizards from all countries will enroll in magic schools when they reach a certain age. There is nothing to be excited about, as this is the norm for wizards.

Birth, education, work, retirement, death... this is the normal cycle of life.

This was the first time someone celebrated what she considered an ordinary enrollment, attaching importance to a destined part of a child's life.

Even she would be touched by this tiny bit of tenderness.

Dumbledore pushed open the door of the cold drink shop and entered. He noticed Alison's stunned expression and thought that the child was just hesitating about the taste of the cold drink. He patted Alison's shoulder and asked and encouraged her in a warm voice.

"What's wrong? Don't you have any particular flavor you want to try? In addition to the common flavors, there are many unique magical flavors here, such as pumpkin pie, butter beer, and even jumping cherries..."

"Don't worry, just pick what you want to eat."

Alison came back to her senses and smiled. Although her attention was no longer on the cold drink, she would not spoil her father's fun: "I have hardly ever eaten it. Order according to your preference..."

"Well, let's have something classic." He nodded, walked to the counter with some joy and childishness, and said to the owner, Mr. Florin, skillfully, "Please give us two mixed flavors of ice cream, including vanilla, chocolate and strawberry, plus some jumping cherries."

After paying, he turned to Alison gently with the ice cream in his hand, sharing his hobbies with his companions like a child, hoping that this small kindness could make the little wizard relax a little.

"This is the most popular combination, and I think you'll like it, too—try it first. If it doesn't suit your taste, we can try something else."

Alison quietly took the ice cream with both hands and sat at Gellert and Bathilda's table. She took a bite of the new flavor of ice cream, smiled, stared at her father, and praised the deliciousness of the ice cream.

After all, she is half Dumbledore, and she also prefers sweets, with a taste similar to her father's. However, in her eyes, sweets are always sweets and are not as important as business.

Sincere praise obviously makes people happy. Seeing Alison's happiness, Dumbledore also smiled with relief: "I'm glad you like it, Alison."

He then sat down and turned to Grindelwald and Bathilda, explaining, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. We were delayed a little longer at the wand shop."

"Alison has unique insights and interests in certain magic." When the educator mentioned this, his tone was filled with both admiration and a hint of worry.

Then he asked for the opinion of an elder: "Bathilda, as a magical historian, do you have any advice for curious young wizards?"