HP Shavings Wizard

Alison took out the yew wand and waved it in front of Bathilda to attract the witch's attention.

"Sister Bathilda, look at the wand I bought."

Bathilda was distracted by Alison. She took the wand and observed it carefully, praising it generously, and no longer paid attention to the argument between the old lovers.

"Very beautiful! Yew wands are widely acknowledged to be rare and powerful, often associated with death and darkness, though it all depends on the wand's owner's character and intentions."

Alison leaned back in her seat, smelling the aroma of vanilla cream melting in her mouth, and added casually, "It won't choose a mediocre person as its master. The probability of becoming a hero or a villain is equal. But the most famous one at the moment should be Voldemort's, the yew phoenix feather."

The friendly old lady was silent for a moment, avoiding the topic that British wizards were reluctant to talk about.

Her shattered memory could vaguely recall her visit to the Potter family and seeing the baby in the cradle, but in the blink of an eye, all that was left was the ruins of the Potter family's former residence and the statue in the center of Godric's Hollow.

Even if there were no wizards killed in the turmoil, there were more or less relatives and friends who suffered misfortune. The wizarding world is small, so small that everyone can easily get to know each other, but also so easily separate.

"Yes, the wand chooses its owner and also influences its owner... Hogwarts is the best and oldest magic school. There are a lot of unsolved mysteries in the history of the school alone - are you ready to explore them, Alison?"

Alison retorted rebelliously: "You can't not go to school if you're not ready."

Bathilda laughed. She was used to Alison's rebelliousness. She then turned to Dumbledore and Grindelwald and said, "It seems that our little Ellie will need some time to adapt to school life in the future."

Dumbledore also smiled and reached out to gently touch Alison's red hair.

"Of course, it takes time to grow. Alison, you can always come to me whenever you want."

Alison made no secret of her ill intentions and her desire to use a backdoor: "Will you always tolerate me? If I break the school rules..."

The old principal also showed a mischievous smile of understanding: "As long as you don't make serious mistakes, I will do my best to help you. But there will always be punishment for violating school rules. If possible, I still hope that you can focus on your studies."

Alison's eyes wandered, thinking of her own plans, the little wizard was eager to challenge the authority of the masters.

"A serious mistake? What if I tried to bully the other professors...?"

Bathilda didn't expect the child to be so frivolous. Her eyes widened immediately: "Bullying the professor?"

When Bathilda was in school, Hogwarts still had a harsh corporal punishment system, and students who violated school rules would actually be hung up and whipped.

This system was not abolished until twenty years ago. Arthur Weasley, the patriarch of the Weasley family, still has whip marks on his body from being whipped when he was in school.

Alison blinked her blue eyes cutely and innocently, trying to get away with it with her pretty face.

Dumbledore smiled helplessly: "Alison, please try to focus on studying instead of rebelling against the rules - if you keep thinking like that, I have a feeling that you will lose all your house points."

"Of course, if you really want to bully the professor, you can try, but you will have to bear the consequences at your own risk."

Alison played with his long beard, creating a braided mustache, "I'm already bullying Professor Dumbledore now!"

Dumbledore deliberately put on a stern face, but he could hardly hide the smile on the corner of his mouth. He let Alison play with his long beard without resistance.

Alison took the red ribbon that decorated the ice cream cups on the table and tied a bow around her mustache.

The old principal looked at his decorated beard, found it quite interesting, and chuckled.

"It seems that our Alison has a unique talent for art." He winked playfully and joked, "Perhaps I should consider opening a course of 'Wizard Beauty Magic' at Hogwarts for your craft? My dear little professor."

Grindelwald couldn't help but laugh out loud, and Bathilda also shook her head and smiled.

"Alison," Dumbledore continued, his tone becoming gentle and serious, "I am glad to see you so lively. However, it is still necessary to respect others."

He patted Alison's hand. "Would you like to help me get my beard back to its original shape?"

Alison looked willful and did not appreciate his leniency. She pointed her yew wand at the man with the braided beard.

A hint of vigilance flashed subconsciously in Dumbledore's eyes, but he still maintained a calm expression. He gently held the naughty boy's wrist and taught him in a gentle but firm voice.

"Alison! Be careful with your new wand, especially when pointing it at others - it is wrong to use magic carelessly on others. Even if you are just joking, it may have bad consequences."

Although he held Alison's wand hand, he did not move it away, so Alison gave a wicked smile and decisively used a mischievous long-hair spell on the long-bearded man.

Dumbledore's beard immediately began to grow uncontrollably, and within a few seconds it fell to the ground, covering the entire floor. The small braided hair tied with a bow was still at the front, looking both funny and cute.

Grindelwald and Bathilda both couldn't help laughing.

Dumbledore felt a headache: "Well, it seems that you are determined to play a trick on me."

He waved his wand and his beard quickly returned to its original shape.

"Although I am tolerant, I am not without temper. You can indeed tease me, but I am not always as easy to talk to as I am now."

Alison's expression was full of joy and excitement, and it was obvious that the prank was successful and made the naughty child very happy.

She didn't care about the adults' warnings, and arrogantly raised her chin and announced: "Wait for all the professors to come to you to complain! I will try my best to let you collect complaints from every professor!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply: "...What a troublesome little troublemaker."

He shook his head slightly and looked Alison straight in the eyes.

"Hogwarts is a school, not a Muggle playground. If you go too far, you will be punished by professors, including but not limited to deducting points, being grounded, having a talk with me, and having your parents called in... There are also naughty students in the school, but their academic performance is not bad, and many people like them."

Alison grinned, twirling her long hair with her fingers, and grasped the key points she wanted to hear: "So now that you've learned all this, you can play pranks all the time?"

Dumbledore blinked his bright and sharp blue eyes, and a mischievous smile appeared on his old and energetic face: "If you make sure that the prank is harmless and you can take responsibility for it. In addition, be careful, even the most naughty students will be teased sometimes."

Her good-tempered father would actually fight back for a prank?

Alison was stunned for a moment in surprise, her eyes widening at the playful meaning in his words:!