HP Shavings Wizard

"What about hiding it in outer space and turning it into floating space junk?"

Alison insisted on arguing and kept asking questions.

Dumbledore smiled and said in a lively tone, "Then I will make outer space my new research topic."

Alison stared at her father quietly for a moment before asking softly.

"…What will happen after we find it? Will we burn it with fierce fire like I burned the soul-returning stone ring before?"

'Will you burn my soul with Fiendfyre?'

Dumbledore looked at his daughter calmly and spoke in a firm tone.

"No, Alison."

"I won't let you get to that point."

Alison pursed her lips and tilted her head to look out the window: "..."

Outside the window was the scenery of the suburbs of London. In the distance, some gray-roofed houses were dotted on the grass. Trees were clumps-like on the grass and gentle hills. A river as wide as satin flowed steadily.

Dumbledore sighed.

"Sorry, Alison, this is such a heavy topic."

Alison, the necromancer, did not feel heavy at all. In fact, she was very happy when she heard her father's answer, and in this happy and relaxed mood, she revealed some of her true feelings.

“…I actually hate aging more than I hate dying.”

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment: "Aging?"

Alison explained: "Just like Bathilda, she forgot a lot of things and became weaker..."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment: "…Everyone will experience aging. This is inevitable."

He paused.

"But we can choose how we deal with it."

Alison raised her chin slightly: "I will use magic to change it!"

Dumbledore laughed. Children always have enthusiasm and faith in magic, a magical power.

"Alison, magic isn't everything."

Alison glanced at him but said nothing in reply.

Dumbledore stroked Alison's hair and said, "So, don't always try to escape it. Learn to accept it."

At about half past twelve, there was a loud clattering sound in the corridor.

Both father and daughter looked towards the door at the same time.

A smiling woman with dimples pushed open the door of the compartment and habitually asked the child inside: "Dear, do you want to buy any food from the car?"

However, after seeing clearly that it was the respected old principal who was here, the middle-aged woman who had just said such intimate words was obviously stunned.

Dumbledore smiled at her, diluting the awkwardness: "No, thank you, ma'am."

The salesperson apologized repeatedly: "Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, I thought..."

Dumbledore waved his hand sympathetically and said gently and naturally: "It's okay, ma'am, go ahead."

Alison's eyes lingered on the Chocolate Frog for a moment, and she was eager to tear open some more pictures.

Dumbledore saw through Alison's little thoughts at a glance.

"Alison, are you trying to tear apart the Chocolate Frog picture again?"

Alison didn't respond. She just stood up and slipped out of the box door, went to the cart, and expressed her thoughts with her actions.

The old principal smiled helplessly and followed him out of the box. He stood behind Alison and watched the little wizard talking to the woman pushing the cart.

Alison pursed her lips and smiled, looking a little introverted and cute.

"Can I buy all the chocolate frogs?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and asked curiously: "Of course, dear, but why do you want to do this?"

Allison has a smile on her face, and when her parents aren't involved, she's quite likable and speaks beautifully.

"I like to collect the pictures inside, but I can't finish all the chocolate frogs, so it's a bit of a waste..."

"Would you mind giving away the unopened but untouched chocolate frogs for free to the students who don't mind?"

The woman was a little surprised, then readily agreed: "Of course, dear, you are such a kind child."

She calculated and found it was a considerable amount of money, at least for a little wizard.

"That's twenty-seven Sickles and three Knuts."

Alison generously handed over two gold Galleons.

"…The extra money is your hard-earned money."

In the past, I had never met such generous customers on the Hogwarts Express. Even children from wealthy families had to calculate their pocket money carefully.

"Thank you, dear, you are such a generous child."

The woman took the gold Galleons and smiled even more brightly. She patiently stopped pushing the cart and helped Alison unpack the chocolate frogs.

In order to prevent those clever chocolate frogs from jumping out, they cut a slit in the bottom of the pentagonal box, so that they can easily take out the cards without touching the chocolate frogs.

Soon, the two of them had unpacked dozens of boxes. Alison thanked them politely and returned to the box with the picture cards. The saleswoman continued to push the cart forward, soliciting customers as she walked.

Dumbledore walked over to Alison and said, "You seem to be quite popular, Alison."

Alison carefully counted the animated cards and carefully put away several Dumbledore cards separately.

Dumbledore on the magic picture flashed by, as if hiding, and then was stacked together with others of the same kind.

She responded lazily to Dumbledore himself, her tone understated.

"Golden Galleons are more attractive."

Dumbledore laughed: "Perhaps, but I want to know why you gave those chocolate frogs to others?"

Alison looked up nonchalantly: "I can't finish it, so I might as well do some socializing."

"Anything that can be solved with money is not a problem, especially when it's just some chocolate frogs that have been opened... Only children would care about that."

Adult wizards naturally have no shortage of these little things, and may even dislike having them demolished.

But for some little wizards who are counting their pocket money, this kind of free chocolate is still very attractive. And this is an invitation for everyone to eat as much as they want, not charity, and there is no face burden.

However, innocent children will naturally regard it as a favor if they accept kindness, and they will also be in a good mood when they meet strangers who treat them to a meal.

Dumbledore paused slightly, his expression unclear behind his half-moon glasses.

“…Alison, you’re very smart.”

Alison raised her eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "You have said it many times."

The old wizard smiled again and gently touched Alison's hair again.

"I just think that children of your age should be more innocent and naive. They should not learn to think about problems in an adult way too early like you do."

"Of course, this doesn't mean that you are wrong to do so. Everyone has his or her own way of growing up. I just hope that you can keep a childlike heart and feel the beauty of this world."

The view outside the window is even more desolate and magnificent, with mostly low shrubs and mosses climbing on the rocky hills, and occasionally large patches of purple flowers blooming at the end of summer.