HP Shavings Wizard

Alison absentmindedly cleared the dishes and went to get her textbook.

No matter how talented she is, she would still feel uncomfortable facing the scene of three elders staring at her and giving her extra lessons in the study room.

Why did she say such mean things last night and ask Albus to stay under the pretext of tutoring?

Now it almost feels like there are nails in the seat.

Dumbledore, who used to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, today switched to "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" and began to explain patiently.

Alison had a painful expression on her face. As a dark wizard, she was actually taking a first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Defending against whom? Defending against myself?

Help! Couldn't she just kill all the magical creatures mentioned in it with a killing curse? She had even killed many of them...

But my father’s lectures are really humorous and instructive, and they are also fun to listen to as stories.

It's a shame he's no longer teaching...

Grindelwald watched from the side, occasionally interjecting a few words.

Bathilda listened with a smile.

Alison gradually relaxed her expression and happily immersed herself in the old professor's lecture. Before she knew it, an hour had passed.

Dumbledore put the book down and smiled, his blue eyes also smiling.

"Okay, that's it for today."

Alison came back to her senses and remembered what she had planned for today. She rushed out of the house in a panic, not forgetting to loudly warn them.

"…Remember to cook for lunch or go out to eat. I won't be home to cook for lunch!"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other and laughed helplessly.

Grindelwald responded: "Got it!"

Several old wizards continued to sit in the study, reading and chatting.

……

Alison first carried an empty old suitcase out of Bathilda's house, looked around furtively, and used the Disillusionment Charm to become invisible.

Then she climbed into the courtyard of Dumbledore's house next door, set up a soundproofing spell in advance, and looked at the red dots on the small map to accurately search for the goblins.

Of course, she didn't catch these pest goblins that gnawed on plant roots just out of kindness or because she had nothing to do but to maintain the yard at her father's house.

The wizarding world is really peaceful. Even though they know that the ground marten is the natural enemy of this fast-breeding pest, they rarely use it because they think this hunting behavior is too cruel - wizards usually just stun the goblins and throw them far away.

So her cruel behavior must not be discovered.

Some goblins screamed "Let me go", but Alison knocked them out with a stunning spell, and then tried to squeeze as many as possible into the suitcase.

This low-level magical creature, a gift from the wizard's garden, has a head as big as a potato and is only thirty centimeters tall. It is a completely low-intelligence dwarf.

But they are magical creatures after all.

The box was filled to the brim, and he even had to use a levitation spell to lift it up. The necromancer who played with skeletons hummed happily, preparing to go to the cave where his senior stored the Horcruxes to open the Infernal gift bag.

Alison carried her suitcase to the communal fireplace in Godric's Hollow and headed to Diagon Alley.

But Diagon Alley was just a transit station. Soon, the young wizard, who had exchanged some pounds from Gringotts, walked out of the Leaky Cauldron and arrived in the Muggle world of London.

Before leaving, she did not forget to pay attention to the trash can used to locate bricks that had disappeared before with her vanishing spell, and replaced it with a new one.

The wizard robe on her body also quietly transformed into a plaid skirt, which was elegant and fashionable without looking out of place in the Muggle world.

Alison stood at the curb, hailing a taxi.

The streets of London were bustling with people coming and going. It was already past the morning rush hour and taxis were arriving quickly.

Alison didn't get in the car before the door opened. She pretended to have heard it and asked softly the middle-aged driver who often traveled around London and was familiar with every place.

She wasn't sure if the orphanage was still there, after all, in the original book it was turned into a new building a few years later.

"Wu's Orphanage... um, that should be the name. Do you know where it is?"

The driver thought for a moment and said, "…So familiar…Oh! I know, I know!"

Alison then got in the car and closed the door. She sighed casually, as if she was really anxious enough to confide in a stranger and lied to him.

"My mother came from there. She was adopted when she was very young, but her family moved away from London soon... She wanted to try to contact her brother who used to live in the orphanage. Although it seemed like there was little hope, I still wanted to make a trip."

The driver was moved by the story and asked sympathetically. He looked at the unusual way the little girl was alone and had several bad guesses in his mind, which rationalized the abnormality of the girl's behavior of taking a taxi alone.

"…your mother…is she okay?"

Alison frowned, shook her head and remained silent for a moment, only touching the suitcase.

"…Not very good, I can't get out of bed…To put it bluntly, this may be…"

She hesitated to speak, her eyes full of worry, and didn't continue.

The kind-hearted driver had a flash of pity in his eyes and comforted her: "Don't be sad, it will be fine."

Alison sighed, "Thank you... Anyway, even if I'm alone, I have to do my best to help her fulfill this wish."

The driver held the steering wheel with a firm gaze, full of the strength to do good things.

"No problem, I will definitely get you there safely!"

The red-haired little girl thanked him repeatedly.

The taxi stopped in front of Wu's Orphanage. Alison paid the fare and got out with her suitcase.

Before leaving, the taxi driver told Alison to be careful.

Alison nodded in thanks.

The door of Wu's Orphanage was closed, as if it had closed.

Alison stood at the door, observed the surrounding environment, and turned directly into an old restaurant with mediocre business.

The elderly restaurant owner was clearing the tables, and when he saw Alison, he greeted her warmly: "Welcome!"

Alison glanced at the menu, ordered a sandwich and juice, and then began to ask the local. In the 1930s, the orphanage was definitely within walking distance for group outings, and the nearby beach...

"Do you know of a beach nearby that's good for a walk or a picnic?"

The boss thought for a moment and said, "Well... there are many beaches on the west coast, and the scenery there is nice."

Alison nodded thoughtfully and thanked him, finished her sandwich and juice, praised the boss's cooking, and left a nice tip.

The boss smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into slits, and he was very fond of this generous and polite child.

“You’re welcome, come again next time!”

Alison followed the route her boss told her and arrived at the beach smoothly.

She used the Disillusionment Charm to turn invisible, took out the Nimbus 2000 from her system backpack, and flew across the coastline at high speed while observing the small map that gradually revealed the surrounding terrain, as well as the cliffs and the ruins of the small village in the original book.

found it.

Alison's eyes darkened slightly.