HP Shavings Wizard

Godric's Hollow, Bathilda's home.

Allison returned home and was absent-mindedly sorting out the candies she had bought. She didn't know that she had been exposed in her father's eyes. Only her accomplice father had a change of heart and helped keep the little ally's secret.

Alison is now very anxious to make progress.

After a comfortable nap, Bathilda woke up and saw her distraught look. She joked, "Are you still worried about them?"

Alison was even so anxious that she tried to act like a crazy woman and try some metaphysics.

She clasped her hands together, not knowing which god to worship for a moment. Then she remembered that she had seen many goddesses from ancient Greek legends on chocolate frog pictures before. So she made up her mind, picked up the rose candy, and began to chant loudly in an elegant voice like a hymn.

"May Aphrodite, the ancient Greek goddess of love, beauty and sexual desire, bless them and get a room in an inn outside for the night!"

"Most beautiful goddess, if your beloved lover has any mercy on you, please bless their love to be full of hardships and happiness."

The God-like being in the wizarding world should be Merlin.

…Although wizards do not believe in gods devoutly, they often exclaim about things like Merlin's briefs, Merlin's stinky socks, and other things that are a bit like divine gold.

Merlin doesn't care about love, but it seems that not many people worship the Greek goddesses.

Bathilda, who had never seen such a scene before, burst out laughing: "You little rascal!"

The little wizard who was worried about his parents' love was busy regretting and wanted to cry: "...I should have prepared anti-aging potions for them in advance!"

After finally recovering from the funny and shocking scene, Bathilda patted her shoulder gently and said, "Don't worry, Albus and Gale are not children. They don't need your care. I believe they will handle it."

Alison puffed up her cheeks. "...I'm going to put up a sign at the door saying 'Gellert Grindelwald No Trespassing'. Can I force Dad to be homeless and ask Dad to take him in?"

Bathilda laughed till she collapsed.

"Kid, you have to know that Gail is not someone who compromises easily."

The gamer still had a shaky last bit of sanity left, barely able to restrain himself from the outrageous act of lighting a fire.

“…That’s right, I can’t burn the house down.”

In fact, she thought it was quite appropriate that the old house was on fire.

Love is like a wonderful fire.

Bathilda was still smiling, but the way she smiled and warned the little wizard who was trying to destroy the house was not very intimidating.

"If you burn the house down, Gale and Albus will beat the crap out of you!"

Alison sighed deeply, and went to the kitchen dejectedly to prepare a sumptuous dinner early, taking the opportunity to distract herself.

The old witch looked at her busy back and couldn't help but smile with relief. She had no idea what horrible thoughts were going through the little wizard's mind.

"What a cute silly kid."

Amid the sounds of frying and burning in the magic kitchen, it was already dusk.

As the sun sets, the sunset glows red in the sky.

Through the window, Alison could see two tall, thin figures crossing the sparsely vegetated courtyard and walking side by side along the path toward the gate.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked calm, as if nothing special had happened.

Bathilda also saw them and whispered to Alison, "It seems they are getting along well."

Dinner had already flown to the table, so Alison naturally chose to lean through the window to take a closer look.

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The two seemed to notice her gaze and looked up at the window.

For some reason, Alison subconsciously retracted her head, and a red-haired head disappeared from the windowsill.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald smiled at each other in tacit understanding, and then continued to walk towards Bathilda's house.

Bathilda smiled lovingly as they walked into the house: "Okay, kids, it's time to eat."

No matter how famous these two juniors are, no matter how old and gray they are, they are still juniors in front of Bathilda.

Bathilda's memory of them still remains in that midsummer. The two intelligent and lonely young men were as compatible as fire and pot, even more dazzling than the scorching sun in midsummer.

With such a friendly, enthusiastic, gentle and considerate elder around, the dinner atmosphere was naturally harmonious, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald also regained their former tacit understanding.

Dumbledore noticed Alison's furtive glance again and smiled and gave her a playful wink.

When Alison saw the pair of gentle, smiling, deep blue eyes like the ocean behind his half-moon glasses, she quickly buried her head in eating her steak.

Grindelwald raised his glass to her: "Cheers, little Ellie."

Alison also raised her apple juice, looked him in the eye, and clinked her glass so hard that the juice almost splashed into his glass. She subconsciously followed German etiquette in this small detail.

"Prost!"

Everyone feels more relaxed and happy.

After the delicious dinner, Dumbledore and Grindelwald dug out an old wizard chess set and sat by the fireplace to play chess.

Bathilda was knitting a sweater nearby, admiring this warm and familiar scene.

The tableware flew back to the kitchen sink under the effect of magic, and Alison continued to use a small water prison spell to automatically wash the dirty tableware.

The Water Prison is one of Dumbledore's most advanced white magics. In the original book, he used this trick when he confronted Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic.

The Water Prison can wrap the enemy up in a rotating water ball and lift them off the ground, making it impossible for them to chant spells or make movements, and even drowning. Moreover, the trapped water ball can be moved to other places, which is a very powerful control magic.

Then this white magic with insufficient attack power fell into Alison's hands and was basically used to wash dishes.

Not far away, Dumbledore watched intently as the water ball rotated under Alison's control, cleaning the dirty dishes inside.

The cutlery inside did not collide with each other while rotating, the control was perfect.

Dumbledore looked at Alison's skillful control of magic, secretly marveled in his heart, and couldn't help but praise her in a low voice.

"pretty…"

The clean, sparkling dishes jumped into the cupboard one by one under the effect of Transfiguration, while Alison was busy getting the teapot to make tea.

The casually lit orange-red little fire snake curled up on the kitchen counter, looking up at her busying with magic in a smart and clever manner.

The levitation spell floats the teapot steadily, the spring spell adds water, the tea bag is thrown in, and the lid is closed.

Basic spells, black magic, and white magic were all skillfully combined and controlled, and she used them smoothly, like a simple household magic.

Dumbledore raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

Being able to easily control magic of different natures is extremely rare, and neither he nor Gale was able to do that back then.

The little fierce fire snake coiled obediently and actively, quietly heating the teapot without damaging it at all.

Soon, the rich sweet and sour aroma of the black currant fruit tea bag spread, and the water inside was dyed an intoxicating and gentle rose red.