HP Shavings Wizard

Snape stared at Alison with a bad look, as if he would poison her to death in the next second, and asked coldly.

"…You went to another academy to cause trouble last night?"

Hearing this, Alison naturally began to quibble, telling lies without hesitation with an innocent look on her face.

"No, someone must have framed me. I'm just a freshman and I don't know many spells."

Snape: ...Hehe.

Professor McGonagall finally spoke: "Alison, tell me honestly, was it you who did it last night?"

Alison blinked, as if she didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, proud and proud.

"Of course! For the glory of Slytherin!"

Although they liked the child, the professors would not be soft-hearted or partial when it came to punishment. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout did not make any suggestions, after all, Professor Snape was Alison's dean, and Professor McGonagall was the vice-president.

Professor McGonagall sighed and looked at Dumbledore.

"Albus, how are you going to handle this?"

Dumbledore looked very smiling at this time: "Since Alison has admitted it, I will deduct fifty points."

Alison was very cheerful: "Just deduct as you like, it's my treat, our dean will pay for it!"

This generous attitude caused the professors to fall into strange silence for a moment, and the little wizards at the surrounding tables also looked at them sideways.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and tried to correct her newfound perception.

"I must emphasize once again that the honor of the academy is not meant to be squandered like this."

Alison responded confidently: "Our dean will deduct more points in Potions class anyway, so if everyone deducts 50 points together, it's the same as no points deducted at all!"

Snape's face darkened, mainly because it was the truth.

Dumbledore smiled and ruffled Alison's hair.

Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "Albus, you should know that what happened last night was extremely bad."

Snape stared at the little red-haired wizard with a gloomy face and said coldly: "That's right, this will not only affect the reputation of Slytherin, but also the image of the entire college."

Alison opened her eyes wide and blurted out what seemed to be on her mind, continuing to add fuel to the Dean's fire.

"Don't we Slytherins have any reputation or image?"

Snape was so angry that his face turned blue, but because Dumbledore was present, he couldn't just curse Alison.

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Professor McGonagall thought Miss Green should be punished, while Professor Snape thought she should be given a period of detention.

The punishment was mild enough that Alison would not be fired.

The detention in Hogwarts usually means helping the professors in their rooms and doing voluntary labor. If the professor really likes the punished students, he will use the excuse of taking the students to his detention to avoid punishment, rescue the students, and teach them knowledge.

Snape usually let annoying students deal with some basic and disgusting potion materials, such as slugs, toads and the like.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and made a decision: "Okay, then I'll put him in detention for a week."

Alison frowned and glanced at Snape with ill intentions, then tugged at Dumbledore's sleeve pitifully, making willful demands in an attempt to avoid punishment.

"…Dear teacher, can I come to your place? Can you find a temporary labor service~"

Dumbledore stroked his beard and winked playfully.

"Hmm... let me think about it."

Sensing that he was about to waver and indulge, Snape frowned and tried to stop him with gritted teeth.

Professor McGonagall agreed, thinking that Alison should be taught a lesson.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I just suggested it."

!!!

Alison's eyes widened, and she felt that her father was actually implying that he was going to give up.

Snape looked at Alison with a mocking smile.

"What? Do you still expect Dumbledore to protect you?

Professor McGonagall also frowned at this indulgence, with a serious look on her face.

"Albus, let's deal with this seriously."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, in that case, I will put him in detention for a week in Severus' office."

Alison pouted and remained silent.

After finally succeeding and enjoying the reluctant look on the little troll's face, Snape's mouth curled up into a satisfied sneer.

"No problem. Let's start tonight."

As if she saw his pride, Alison puffed up her cheeks and stared at him unhappily, but her eyes were slightly deep.

'Dear Dean, I hope you can be so proud in the future.'

"People tend to firmly believe in the results of their efforts, but are unwilling to think about the traps behind them. The routine of half-heartedly accepting and half-rejecting works equally well no matter where you are."

Snape was in a good mood when he saw the red-haired troll leave angrily and aggrieved.

Normally, when she didn't have classes, Alison should have gone to her teacher, Dumbledore, who was supposed to teach her in person, to ask about extra class arrangements. But after what happened today, Alison should have acted like she didn't want to see him.

So Alison's morning was spent alternating between attending herbology classes in the greenhouse and reading in the library.

Professor Sprout was very kind and the greenhouse was nice, but the first-year Herbology class was not very difficult.

In the first class, she just touched some strange magical plants and learned some herbal knowledge. She felt like releasing the biting cabbage and poisonous tentacles to have a close contact with her classmates to broaden their horizons.

The library on the fifth floor had always been like that, with bookshelves so high that a ladder was needed to get the books, and Madam Pince was busy registering the books that were being borrowed.

At noon, Alison hurried down the stairs when she heard Dumbledore's laughter behind her.

He slowly walked over to Alison who had stopped, and reached out to rub the red-haired head.

Alison also rubbed his hand, but she complained softly.

"Why are you still chasing me? Aren't you planning on putting me in detention with Snape?"

Dumbledore smiled: "I just wanted to see if you would come to me."

"Angry?"

Dumbledore patted her shoulder gently.

"Okay, don't be angry, come with me."

The two came to an empty classroom. Dumbledore waved and closed the door. He sat down in the middle of the classroom and patted the chair next to him: "Come and sit down."

Alison reluctantly walked over and sat down next to him.

Dumbledore pulled a bag of candy from his pocket. It was Lemon Sherbet.

"Eat candy?"

Alison glanced at the candy and took it.

Dumbledore smiled gently again: "Are you angry because you feel wronged?"

"Because you don't favor me!"

Dumbledore didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this accusation: "Why don't I favor you?"

"Who told you not to speak up for me and to help Snape bully me?"

Dumbledore sighed helplessly and patted the little wizard on the shoulder.

"I just want you to know that if you do something wrong, you will be punished. You can't always be willful."

"Okay, stop being angry and go eat something."