HP Shavings Wizard

There was another knock on their box door and a round-faced boy came in with tears in his eyes. He was surprised to see Headmaster Dumbledore there.

Neville seemed a little scared when he saw Headmaster Dumbledore, but thinking of the purpose of his visit, he still plucked up the courage to speak: "Sir, classmate...Excuse me, have you seen a toad?"

Alison thought of Hermione who might come back later, and was subtle in silence for a moment, then decisively interrupted to provide information and get rid of her.

"…Pets and luggage will be delivered to their respective dormitories by the house-elves after you get off the bus. You don't have to look for them deliberately."

Hermione's personality in the early stage was indeed unlikable, and Alison was not the type to be patient enough to listen to outsiders' lectures, so she might have just used a petrifying spell to physically silence her.

Neville was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Really? Thank you!"

Alison shook her head. "Just leave us alone."

Upon hearing this, Neville thanked the cold but kind girl again, then quickly closed the door and ran away.

Alison was not in a good mood.

The little wizard, who had been so high-spirited and smiling provocatively at her father before, pursed her lips and continued the previous topic. She felt vaguely aggrieved and unhappy in her heart. The lack of security was gnawing at her heart like maggots.

"…So you prefer those kids who are innocent and can make friends sincerely?"

She suddenly regretted pretending to be Gellert's adopted daughter, and added the title: "...Teacher."

Dumbledore was slightly startled, and keenly noticed that something was wrong with Alison's mood.

Then I heard my daughter's stubborn addition.

"I am willful and flamboyant, cold and arrogant, cruel and cunning, extravagant and spoiled, and I like to stick to you, target the people around you, and hate idiots..."

"Do you think I'm annoying?"

Dumbledore didn't expect her to say that: "…Alison, why do you think so?"

Alison was annoyed. Thinking back on her own willful behavior, she felt a little bad: "You hoped so before... And if it was someone other than you who clung to me like this, provoked me, and was disobedient and liked to make trouble, I would definitely hate him enough to curse him."

Dumbledore paused, reached out and took Alison into his arms, patting her back gently.

"Alison, everyone has their own unique personality and way of doing things. You don't have to change yourself to please others."

Alison looked at him secretly: "…Even if I love to make trouble like a naughty child?"

Dumbledore chuckled and consoled him: "In my opinion, being naughty and mischievous is also the nature of children. This just shows that you are very cute."

The little red-haired girl swung her legs and asked self-willedly, "What if I never grow up?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes slightly and promised softly, "...then I will always be with you."

Alison blinked her blue eyes, feeling that this didn't seem like a relationship between a master and a disciple who had been together for a month, and her attitude towards her old lover's adopted daughter was a bit too intimate and affectionate.

But it didn't matter, even if dad found out, as long as he didn't point it out and was still cooperating, it would be fine. It was understandable that she couldn't beat her dad, and she had a plan B.

Alison now has the confidence to make her father more alert and defensive and pay more attention to her.

She continued to ask: "Even if I am dangerous and scary?"

Dumbledore sighed softly: "As long as you are still Alison, that is enough."

Alison sniffed and opened her eyes wide.

"…Is it because of Alison? Not because of something else? Like Gellert, or those pigs with labels that you can protect?"

Dumbledore laughed at her choice of words.

"Does this matter to you?"

Alison hugged him tightly and announced to her father loudly: "I want to be like Gellert in the past and win your favor with my own character and ideas!"

Dumbledore hugged her helplessly, patted her head again, and said softly: "Alison, love is not a transaction or a competition. There is no need to compare."

"You're fine, Alison. You really are."

Alison raised her chin slightly, looking at him with sparkling eyes, her tone rising coquettishly.

"I don't care, you have to like me a little more."

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and coaxed the child: "Okay, I like you a little more."

Only then did Alison let go of him with satisfaction, her expression smug, arrogant and proud, like a villain who had succeeded.

Dumbledore couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.

Alison obediently let her father rub her, and was as quiet as a beautiful rag doll.

Dumbledore was in a good mood and continued to praise her gently: "Alison, you know what? You are a very special girl. You have your own ideas and your own persistence. These are rare qualities."

“…Although I don’t know what you’ve been through, I can see that you’ve endured a lot of things that shouldn’t be endured by someone your age.”

Alison's eyes wandered, but her smile remained the same.

The seven years she spent as a demigod were not exactly hardship. Inheriting the talents of her parents, she was able to handle things with ease, but it was inevitable that she sometimes didn't care much about life and death, and was infected by the environment and her soul's ascension and became a little crazy and extreme.

Perhaps trying hard to hold on to the two strings of daddy and father on the edge of the cliff is not only the underlying logic of the Blood Alliance as a magical contract, but also the last bit of self-salvation for her distorted human nature.

Dumbledore sighed: "...If possible, I hope you can relax a little and not always be tense. It will be tiring."

Alison leaned over and kissed his cheek, then took out the hot lunch that she had prepared in the morning and put in the system backpack, and the two of them ate affectionately.

The little wizard was more clingy than before, pestering his father, who used to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, to tell him some lessons on dark magic creatures that he had never taken, and treating them as stories.

Dumbledore was also happy to satisfy her curiosity and patiently taught her the history of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

……

It was not until the evening that the broadcast notified the students to change into their school robes, and the Hogwarts Express gradually stopped at a dark and narrow platform.

Dumbledore first took the Thestral carriage back to school with the senior students to prepare for the sorting. As a freshman, Alison had to follow the founding tradition of Hogwarts and walk the founder's path to Hogwarts across the meadows, woods and Black Lake.

In the distance there was a lamp hanging high up. It was Hagrid, whom Alison had always hated, calling on the freshmen to follow him.

Although she looked down on everyone except her parents, those who were too stupid would undoubtedly receive more hostility from her.

Especially since this person is an untrustworthy half-giant who would reveal secrets and disregard his friends or benefactors just because of some alcohol and gambling.

She followed slowly, far behind the freshmen who gathered like chicks.

The nervous and excited freshmen did not notice that in the darkness, the feet of the last red-haired little witch floated lightly because of the silent and wandless levitation spell, without any mud on them.