HP Shavings Wizard

Under that sharp and bright gaze, Alison hid beside Grindelwald.

Grindelwald cooperated to block Dumbledore, and said in a very indulgent tone: "If Alison wants to go, let her go."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald: "This is no joke."

As one of the Three Deathly Hallows, this title is too big, and no one knows what dangers it will encounter. Moreover, the Soul Resurrection Stone itself has an addictive effect in the legend.

Grindelwald said slowly: "It's her own decision, she is responsible for it."

Dumbledore stared at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't care about the stares. "We in the Grindelwald family never do meaningless things."

His words were meaningful, referring not only to himself but also to Allison, his adopted daughter who was nominally a mixed-race daughter.

The predictive power brought by that strange transparent eye destined Grindelwald, as a prophet, to capture clues to the future.

Allison suddenly asked about his jealous history: "...was it meaningful to use the fire shield to burn Scamander?"

Grindelwald remained calm despite being teased: "These are two different matters."

After a moment of silence, Dumbledore still frowned.

"I don't agree with her going."

Alison was very proactive, making threats or stating the facts right away.

"Then I'll go by myself. It'll be a little troublesome..."

Dumbledore stared at her: "You can't go there by yourself. It's dangerous."

Alison raised an eyebrow, and her true intentions were finally revealed.

"Then the three of us together?"

Unexpectedly, when she proposed this idea, the two old wizards looked at each other and seemed to be thinking.

Except for two months in the midsummer of that year, they never cooperated again and were no longer allies.

But now, it seems, it is possible? And it’s not bad.

If the two of them join forces, nothing can stop them.

Grindelwald spoke first: "I agree."

Dumbledore thought about it and nodded in agreement.

Alison warned with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, according to the information I received, there is a fatal curse on it that will tempt others to wear it and then trigger it."

“…So please don’t let anyone try to act secretly.”

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both looked serious.

Dumbledore was simply because of danger.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, remembered that Alison had said that Dumbledore would be cursed in the future in order to lure him out of prison.

Alison added meaningfully, her eyes meeting Daddy's, further confirming his suspicions.

“…It’s especially dangerous for people who are obsessed with the dead.”

Grindelwald remained expressionless.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly and responded softly: "I understand."

No one knew what the two smart guys were thinking at this moment.

Alison tilted her head slightly to look at them and smiled.

"…It seems like I'm the only one who is not affected?"

Dumbledore looked at her and said, "So, you can't go by yourself."

Alison asked with wide eyes, a little confused, not realizing what he was thinking: "…Why?"

Dumbledore said in a serious tone: "You just said that you are the only one who is not affected."

Alison blinked and nodded in confusion, "Yes."

Dumbledore's expression became more serious and solemn: "This means that you have to face the danger."

Alison had a subtle expression on her face, looking at him like he was an idiot, and finally realized what was wrong.

She looked at Grindelwald again, observing his thoughts:?

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, and looked at his daughter.

Alison glanced at Grindelwald, asking the old devil for advice.

"When you face this situation, what is your general solution...?"

Grindelwald shrugged and answered politely: "I am a dark wizard."

Alison finally smiled happily, having found a confidant who shared the same idea.

"I'm sure I'll have to find supplies first!"

Dumbledore paused and sighed: "You two..."

Grindelwald smiled cunningly, and Alison beside him was bubbling with joy.

Dumbledore, a normal wizard who respects life, was helpless when facing two dark wizards.

"Can't you think of a normal way?"

Alison was quite confident.

"Isn't this normal? The normal thinking of a dark wizard is efficient and safe."

Dumbledore corrected him with a serious face: "This is not called efficiency, this is called cruelty."

Alison sighed, shook her head, and reluctantly compromised: "Okay, okay...I control the inanimate summons to take the ring, and then use the goblins as sacrifices?"

Dumbledore's expression eased a little: "At least, this is much better than sacrificing lives."

Alison was still a little annoyed, and she complained to herself, and there was some provocation in the look she gave her father.

"That's so unsafe... I'd rather use the Imperius Curse and go to Knockturn Alley to find a lucky guy..."

Dumbledore's face darkened again.

He said with a straight face: "No!"

Alison snorted indulgently, looked at Grindelwald, and expressed her dissatisfaction loudly.

"Gellert! Get your old men to find a way to check the place. We won't play with Albus!"

Grindelwald had a strange expression on his face and used his eyes to signal her to look at Dumbledore's expression.

Alison looked over with a playful smile.

Dumbledore said coldly: "Alison..."

Alison stretched out her voice: "Hey~"

Dumbledore's tone became more serious: "I said no!"

Alison's expression became even more cheerful, and she was very keen to make Dad lose his calm and gentle routine.

"Will good-tempered Albus be angry with me too?"

Dumbledore kept a straight face: "This is a matter of principle."

Alison looked innocent and tried to make excuses cunningly.

"This doesn't count as killing someone personally, I'm just inviting someone lucky... I didn't set the curse, the one who set the curse is the murderer~"

Dumbledore's eyes were sharp: "Your behavior is tantamount to murder!"

Pleased by his appearance, Alison laughed loudly: …

"Do you know..." Dumbledore was about to continue speaking when Alison suddenly rushed over and hugged him tightly.

Dumbledore was a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he raised his hands and hugged her back.

Alison rubbed against him coquettishly, her tone lazy.

"Know what? My dear teacher~"

Dumbledore couldn't keep his stern face after seeing this behavior. He sighed, ruffled her hair, and softened his tone.

"You know, we can't solve the problem this way."

Alison laughed happily again, shaking her head: "I don't know! I only know that I have to work hard to grow up until you can't control me!"

"I believe that magic is power...Okay, so I will listen to you for now and not use this method."

Dumbledore corrected him with a sigh, feeling quite troubled.

"I hope you can always abide by this principle."