HP Shavings Wizard

Alison disagreed with this. She didn't think she would fall in love with someone else.

Without the influence of the emotions they had when they made the blood pact, she would be even more like Voldemort after her cognition changed and she was separated from some human emotions.

"Before you met Dad, had you ever thought about loving someone?"

Grindelwald was startled, shook his head, and fell into recollection: "No, at least I never thought about this question before I met Albus."

The red-haired little wizard also leaned on the railing and looked at the scenery of the forest dyed red by the sunset in the distance, with a cold and arrogant expression.

The wizard's hideaway is, at best, a natural and beautiful place, at worst, deep in the mountains and woods.

"I don't think I will love others either. Geniuses are limited, and Europe only produces a few every hundred years. The gap between some wizards and wizards is greater than that between wizards and Muggles."

Grindelwald smiled. The confidence and arrogance displayed by this child were exactly the same as when he was young. At that time, he was full of vigor and ambition, and believed that he could change the whole world.

However, he also agreed with some of Alison's views: geniuses like Albus and him were indeed rare.

The two stood on the balcony, looking into the distance, the mountains in the distance were rolling, surrounded by clouds and mist, the scenery was pleasant. The breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Alison began to instigate in a rebellious manner: "Why don't you try to usurp the position of headmaster from Albus's father?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Alison to make such a suggestion. This eccentric child always seemed to have many strange ideas: "Usurp the throne?"

Alison hummed calmly and explained, "Every headmaster of Hogwarts leaves a magical portrait on the wall after his death. If you are the headmaster of Hogwarts for even just one day, you can probably apply to be the headmaster. That kind of magical portrait is specially made and will be infinitely close to the original person."

Grindelwald had a half-smile on his face, but he said nothing, waiting for Alison to continue.

This map of Yan State is a bit short.

Alison coughed lightly and revealed her true intention: "You and Albus can be affectionate in the portrait forever, and everyone can know your relationship... and I can always watch you."

The old devil curled his lips and was amused by the child. He really didn't expect Alison to come up with such a plan. However, although this proposal sounds ridiculous, it has to be said that it is very attractive: "Why? You want me to become a portrait hanging on the wall and look at you every day with Albus?"

Alison smiled as she plotted against someone, her tone firm and joyful: "Dad will always keep an eye on me! Whether I'm dead or alive... After all, he can't trust a little wizard who looks so much like you and may become the next Dark Lord~"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that their daughter had inherited Albus's calculating and meticulous nature.

She was right. Given Albus's cautious and suspicious character, it was indeed impossible for him to allow a young wizard who might become another Dark Lord to grow up freely.

Alison's smile deepened, and she changed the subject: "Come to think of it, I'm also of school age. You don't want to shove me into Durmstrang and listen to the professors screaming when they find out my last name is Grindelwald, do you?"

Grindelwald laughed out loud. Alison was right. Those old stubborn people at Durmstrang would definitely be furious.

He had indeed thought about letting Alison study at Durmstrang before. After all, Alison was very passionate about the dark arts, and one thing that Durmstrang was criticized by outsiders was its relaxed attitude towards the dark arts.

Moreover, Germany, France and Austria were countries where he had made great contributions in the past, and he had many followers there. In fact, now that they are older, they are more powerful than when they were young.

However, what Alison needs most now is obviously not a relaxed environment for learning black magic, but someone to keep an eye on her and give her some ideological education, otherwise her cold and arrogant mentality will sooner or later cause trouble.

Of course, it is to let others get into trouble.

If Alison went to Hogwarts, he would be relieved with Albus watching over her. And Alison obviously wanted to go to Hogwarts, otherwise she wouldn't have said those things. With the child in between, the relationship between him and Albus would be much more relaxed.

After figuring this out, Grindelwald looked at Alison with a smile and said casually, "Want to go to Hogwarts?"

Alison said arrogantly: "Of course! The headmaster of Hogwarts is my father! I can walk sideways there!"

The old devil laughed. This child is really good at taking advantage of the power of others and is also very mischievous. I'm afraid his future school days will be a mess.

"Aren't you afraid that Albus will punish you?"

Alison looked innocent: "Anyway, he won't fire me. He'll probably keep a close eye on me."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and said nothing more, but turned and left: "Let's go and have dinner."

The little wizard held his arm intimately and walked to the restaurant downstairs. Daisy had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, with both German and French dishes, and it was obvious that she had put a lot of effort into it.

Alison sat down gracefully, holding her chin to her hand and looking around. Her eyes were fixed on Grindelwald's somewhat worn-out robe, or prison uniform, which was out of place with the surrounding environment. "Would you like a new robe custom-made?"

With the help of the magic props Alison gave him before, and the old devil's own magical foundation, except for the prison uniform that was unsightly, his body had recovered a lot, and at first glance his appearance did not look so bad.

He picked up his knife and fork, and while cutting the steak, he replied nonchalantly, "No rush."

Alison picked up the German sausage with a fork and started cutting it, feeling a little curious. It was her first time eating German food, but it tasted pretty good.

"I have to live in the UK in advance. After all, the Hogwarts admission book will only issue admission letters if it detects young wizards of appropriate age in the UK."

Grindelwald nodded slightly and said nothing more, just continued cutting the steak.

Alison asked lively, "I mean, do you want to go to England with me? Just treat it as a trip for a few days."

Grindelwald thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed: "Okay, this is a good opportunity to take a look at the current situation in Britain."

Alison frowned and sighed, "You are so serious, you are worthy of being a German."

Grindelwald laughed: "You too? Being of English and German descent doesn't prevent you from being a German wizard."

The young wizard nodded and admitted: "Indeed. But I plan to try to trick the Book of Admission and make it think that I have a Muggle surname, a very ordinary Green."

Grindelwald frowned subconsciously when he heard the Muggle. After he realized what was happening, he was a little surprised at his daughter's bad taste: "And then?"

Alison was grinning, looking wickedly happy, and cast a little spell on herself to fix her hair.

The long red hair tightly covers the right eye, and the messy hair modifies the face shape. Coupled with the unrestrained and ostentatious temperament that is very different from the young Dumbledore, the similarity suddenly decreases.

"Alison Green, an orphan little wizard from the Muggle world. She seems to have a mysterious background and is suspected to be related to the saints of the past. She is just waiting for her dad to peel the onion skin~"