HP Shavings Wizard

"Why don't you think I'm joking?"

The girl smiled and asked in a spoiled voice with doubt and curiosity. She was the one who started it, but she felt awkward when her father took it seriously.

Dumbledore stared at her steadily and spoke slowly: "Because your eyes tell me that you are not joking."

Allison's eyes flashed with surprise, and she muttered to herself.

"Eyes? I've always been like this..."

Dumbledore had a complicated look in his eyes, but he still patiently answered questions.

"Your eyes tell me that you really want to do this and that you are capable of doing it."

Under that gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Alison was dazed for a moment, then subconsciously turned her face away:...!

Dumbledore seemed to see through her thoughts: "…Don't even think about denying it, Alison."

"I've seen this kind of look before..."

His eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was recalling the past.

"When Gale and I were young..."

Alison turned around, her face full of curiosity and gossip, and secretly looked at Grindelwald's expression.

Grindelwald didn't say a word from beginning to end, just watched them quietly.

Dumbledore sighed: "At that time, we were both very young, full of energy and enthusiasm."

"We are both very impulsive and do things without considering the consequences."

Under the dim flickering candlelight, Dumbledore's blue eyes became deeper: "We once thought that we could change the world."

Alison interrupted, coolly taking the initiative and sighing, "It's great to be young and still feel the pain of love."

This is what Dumbledore said in the movie when he saw three girls surrounding Ron after he accidentally took the love potion, and he was eating melon with professors Snape, McGonagall, and Slughorn behind him.

At that time, Lavender was calling out to Luo Luo and walked past Snape. You could clearly see Professor Snape's confusion and speechlessness, and the little expression as if he was about to vomit when he turned his head.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile when he heard such old-fashioned words from the young wizard.

Grindelwald leaned sideways on the sofa, his elbows on the armrests, supporting his head, and gently curled his lips.

Then, before Dumbledore continued, Alison blinked and covered her ears in childish rebellion. After all, she already knew about this past and didn't want to listen to the adults' lectures.

Dumbledore found it amusing; he had thought that Alison would at least be somewhat curious about her blood relatives' past.

"…You don't want to listen?"

The sound still reached her ears. Alison glared at him, her face full of provocation and dissatisfaction, and complained softly: "I don't want to listen to your lecture!"

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

“…When did I ever say I was going to lecture you?”

Alison snorted and let go of her hand doubtfully.

"Then why are you talking about this?"

Dumbledore's eyes were gentle: "I just want to say that when we are young, we all make mistakes and take detours."

Without any understanding, Alison just felt confused.

Living in the era of information explosion, Alison has heard too many random words such as chicken soup and great principles. She is simply not comparable to an ordinary little wizard who has never seen the world.

It is incredibly difficult to educate a little girl who has formed values, self-consistent logic, and is stubborn and eccentric. She can even predict things.

"Then what's next? It's like telling us to turn back in time and correct our mistakes. Isn't that still preaching?"

Dumbledore was stunned by his successful prediction, then smiled helplessly.

“…You’re really good at ruining things.”

Alison sneered and declared wantonly, "I will never regret it! And I will never repent!"

That stubborn and determined look was very much like Gellert.

Dumbledore looked at her deeply: "...What if one day you find that you have done something wrong?"

Alison was calm and indifferent: "Right and wrong have always been defined by human beings based on morality and civilization... No one is qualified to define me, and the truth has always been within the scope of my magic."

Such words made Dumbledore's eyes become deep.

"If you think that, then we have nothing to talk about."

Grindelwald, who had been listening quietly, spoke up for the first time: "...I like this sentence."

He smiled slightly and continued: "...No one in this world has the right to define us."

Alison's eyes lit up and she happily stuck to him.

At this time, the two Grindelwalds had surprisingly consistent views, and the atmosphere was intimate and harmonious.

Grindelwald ruffled his daughter's hair.

Dumbledore looked at them quietly, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

Alison smiled at her father.

"However, although I feel that others are not qualified to define me, I still admit that I am a bad person~"

"…Why?" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

He thought Alison was the same kind of person as Gellert: she firmly believed in her own theories and opinions, and would sentence anyone to death if they did not conform to her interests or obey her ideas.

No matter how terrible and evil Gellert's actions and thoughts are, he does not think he is doing anything extremely bad, he just does what he thinks is right regardless of the cost.

However, Alison is aware that some of her behaviors and thoughts are immoral and evil, but she just doesn't want to change.

Alison lazily supported her cheek with her eyes frivolous and charming, and looked at Dumbledore with a seductive look and a sarcastic tone.

"Because kind souls often don't have a good ending. Look, Albus, people are no longer afraid of your powerful strength..."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke: "...Kindness is not weakness, but a choice of the heart."

“Good people may not always have a happy ending, but at least they won’t regret it.”

Alison smiled and spoke bluntly.

"Maybe? But I can't tolerate the offense of trash, let alone a fool who is controlled by the self-restraint of the strong..."

Before Dumbledore responded, Grindelwald took a sip of tea from the cup, then put it down and tapped it lightly on the table.

“…I just feel that you are becoming more and more like me.”

Alison raised her eyebrows slightly and looked sideways at him: "Should I say it's my pleasure?"

Grindelwald curled his lips: "Of course, this is not something that everyone can do."

Alison chuckled and took a sip of the sour and sweet black currant tea.

The living room was quiet for a moment.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald.

"I hope you don't teach her to be another you."

Grindelwald was really wronged. Allison had only been with him for a month.

The old devil who was inexplicably blamed was speechless for a moment, but the explanation involved Alison's background. He would not say it before Alison agreed, even to Al.

But perhaps from a genetic perspective, the blame isn't really placed on the wrong person?

"…You think I'm teaching her?"

Dumbledore was silent again, and then calmly replied: "…at least, you are influencing her."