HP Shavings Wizard

Alison refused her headmistress's offer to take them back to the castle now.

Her eyes scanned the densely packed corpses of eight-eyed giant spiders. The gamer's instinct to calculate materials carefully prevented her from wasting resources, even though she was actually very rich.

"I deliberately used the Unforgivable Curse instead of Fiendfyre, just to get a complete body. An ounce of Acromantula's venom seems to be around 100 Galleons, right? Spider fangs are also a material..."

Snape was speechless for a moment as he looked at the girl in front of him. She was talking calmly about the consequences of the Unforgivable Curses, as if what she had just killed was not a group of living things, but just a pile of inanimate objects, which she was calculatingly going to skin and rip.

Alison used her school robe to cover herself up and took out a large bag of collecting tools, and unceremoniously gave some to Harry who was standing beside her.

Harry took the tools, and the Gryffindor freshman was obviously a little overwhelmed: ...?

Alison urged the strong men on, knowing very well how to exploit people's weaknesses.

"Follow me and learn! Although you are not short of money, I have ways to reasonably give unexpected wealth to your friends. You would like to make Weasley's life better, right?"

When Harry heard this, he immediately began to observe Alison's actions carefully.

They began to collect the corpses of the giant spiders in an orderly manner, and Snape watched coldly from the side.

Alison looked up, not wanting to see the potion master sitting idle, and stuffed a bunch of tools into his hands: "Don't just stand there, cherish the potion resources and don't waste them!"

Snape gripped the tools in his hands tightly and began collecting with an expressionless face.

Time passed minute by minute, and the three of them finally collected all the materials. It was already dawn.

Snape looked at the full bag in his hands and his expression softened a little.

Alison took the bag of materials from Harry's hand and gave him a bag of Galleons, which contained several hundred galleons and jingled loudly.

"Here, sell me your illegal materials to save me the trouble - the Acromantula is a controlled creature."

"I'll have Weasley ask you for the money at noon. Just give this to him and it should be enough."

Harry took the Galleon, looking confused: "…What are you doing?"

Alison pursed her lips and smiled softly, pretending to be mysterious: "You will know today."

Snape watched coldly from the sidelines, but still took the two troublesome kids back responsibly. He didn't even bother to deduct Gryffindor's points or punish and ridicule Potter.

It was just breakfast time, so Alison sneaked into the principal's office.

Normally Dumbledore would be gone by this point.

Alison quickly reported the Dumbledore dessert menu and the Honeydukes candy shop list that she had been paying attention to recently in front of the stone beast guarding the door at the end of the third floor corridor.

When Lemon Snow Baby reported, the stone beast moved aside, revealing a movable spiral staircase leading to the principal's office on the eighth floor. Alison walked up the stairs, and the stairs thoughtfully took her to the empty principal's office.

She looked at the magic portrait on the wall with a clear goal.

The old principals in the painting became alert immediately when they saw this strange child appear in the empty principal's office. Both men and women spoke in unison.

"who are you?"

Alison didn't answer. She glanced around and her eyes stopped on the former headmaster Black. He was an old friend from Hogwarts Legacy, although she was only familiar with him now.

"Principal Black, how about a deal?"

The principals in the painting were stunned for a moment, and then showed a wary expression.

Phineas Black, the always unpopular headmaster and the only Slytherin, spoke up.

"What deal?"

Alison looked calm.

"I recovered the body of Regulus Black and helped Sirius Black overturn his crime... From now on, you, the Black family, will do my work for me."

Principal Black, who values ​​the Black family, had a twinkle in his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Can you do it?"

Alison smiled and started to use her father's skin to make fun of him.

"Perhaps you have heard my name from Albus - Alison Green, who is related to the Saints."

Principal Black's pupils shrank slightly.

Alison continued to increase the stakes.

In fact, this was not in line with the principles of negotiation, but she was too lazy to dwell on such a trivial matter that could not be considered a trouble.

"We went to get the Soul Stone with Albus before. If you find it difficult to convince the acting head of the family, Walburga, you can add..."

"Let a mother say goodbye to her beloved son."

Phineas was actually already moved. This great-great-grandfather naturally attached more importance to family heritage rather than the personal emotions of his descendants.

He was silent for a moment, and the other principals looked at them quietly.

"Why do you think I will agree?"

Alison raised an eyebrow, thinking this was nonsense, when this principal was in office the passwords for the principal's office were all the Black family motto.

"Why don't you agree? Having an heir and having no heir are two different things."

His expression changed slightly, obviously what he said hit the nail on the head.

Finally, he tried to gain the upper hand, staring firmly into Alison's blue eyes and speaking in a deep voice.

"I can promise you, but you have to do it first."

Alison agreed good-naturedly, and lowered her head to tease Fawkes and the Sorting Hat.

The old hat and the old phoenix were so amused by the lively and cute little wizard that they chirped and laughed happily.

……

Alison left the principal's office.

As she walked out of the headmaster's office, she saw Dumbledore standing in the corridor.

This is not surprising, as many of the portraits in Hogwarts are interconnected, can move freely in different frames, and are loyal to the current headmaster - this is also the reason why she makes sure there are no portraits or ghosts around when she does bad things in Hogwarts.

Alison blinked and pretended to be a good girl in front of him for a while as always.

Dumbledore smiled. If any other little wizard had been caught by the majestic and elegant Dumbledore, he would have panicked and let him lead him around.

"I heard that you were chatting with the portraits just now?"

Alison hugged him affectionately, poked his beard with her head tilted back, and hummed casually.

Dumbledore let her hold him, his eyes fixed on her.

"What are you doing with them?"

Alison curled her lips, not hiding her desire to provoke him, and her expression changed from obedient to eager to try.

"Talk to Principal Black and make the Black family listen to me!"

The old principal chuckled and said casually, "So how was your conversation?"

Alison stared into his blue eyes, which were similar to her own, through his half-moon glasses, studying him with particular attention and answering questions casually and nonchalantly.

“…Of course it succeeded.”

Dumbledore smiled gently, not seeming surprised by the answer. His eyes were deep and calm, making Alison unable to guess what he was thinking.

There was no big reaction from him, and Alison was visibly disappointed: ...