HP Shavings Wizard

As if noticing her emotions, Dumbledore lowered his head slightly and asked softly.

"what happened?"

Alison asked directly in annoyance: "Why aren't you angry?"

Dumbledore looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of tolerance.

"Why should I be angry?"

Alison looked like she wanted to bite her daddy hard.

"Because I'm doing some bad things to gather power now!"

The old principal smiled gently, his expression was serious, his tone was soft, and he felt somewhat relaxed and indulgent.

"I know, but it's not a bad thing."

"You have always been a smart and clear-headed child, with your own plans and ideas."

"I don't understand, why are you asking me this?"

Alison felt aggrieved, but she couldn't say directly that she wanted her father's vigilance and attention.

In the end, she just snorted awkwardly, glared at her father, and slipped away.

Dumbledore smiled and watched her back until she disappeared at the end of the corridor, then returned to his office.

Where Alison couldn't see, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by deep fatigue and worry.

He walked to the desk in silence and sat down. He picked up the photo frame on the table and looked at the blond boy in the photo who was smiling brightly and flamboyantly.

'Gail...'

He sighed, put the photo frame back where it belonged, then closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and fell into deep thought.

Phineas has disappeared from the magic portrait, apparently going to the Black family's old house in Liantong to explain the situation to the current acting head of the family, Walburga.

The past principals on the wall had been whispering about the girl. They discussed for a long time and finally came to the conclusion that the girl was dangerous.

The portraits are all of the principal and professors of this school. They have witnessed the growth and changes of countless students, and can easily see the characters and conduct of the children.

They all agreed that although the girl was young, she was meticulous and scheming, and was definitely a dangerous person.

They were worried about the future of Hogwarts and were discussing it heatedly, but they didn't notice that Dumbledore had opened his eyes.

Dumbledore listened quietly to the discussion of the portraits without saying anything.

After a long time, he spoke.

"I know what you are worried about."

The portraits immediately fell silent, all looking at the wisest among them.

Dumbledore sighed and said, "She is indeed not a simple child."

The portraits suddenly became nervous.

Dumbledore paused and continued, "But I believe she will be a good child."

The portraits looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Believe? This word is often based on Dumbledore's rationality and control over human nature. In the final analysis, he always believes in himself.

But at this time, the wise man's words actually meant a bit of blind trust.

Dumbledore stood up, walked to the window, looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, his eyes slightly deep, and spoke softly.

"Don't worry too much, I'll keep an eye on her."

He then looked back at the relieved portraits and said with a smile.

"However, I also hope that you can pay more attention to her. After all, she is a very special child."

The old principals on the wall all said that they would do their best.

……

Noon, restaurant.

Dumbledore came to the restaurant and saw the children eating lunch carefree, with a smile on his face.

As soon as she entered the restaurant, Alison, a freshman in Slytherin, walked towards Gryffindor.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and just walked silently to the professors and sat down.

Professor Snape was there too, his sleeves pulled slightly higher to reveal his wrists.

The old principal noticed at a glance that the snake king had a very obvious wrist, the newly appeared unbreakable oath fire mark today.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly had a guess in his mind.

Snape said nothing, but looked towards Gryffindor with cold eyes.

Dumbledore followed the young professor's gaze and, as expected, found Severus staring at Alison.

He smiled calmly and didn't say much.

Alison walked up to Ron Weasley and stared down at him with a clear purpose.

Ron seemed to be frightened by this unbridled little viper and almost choked on the chicken leg in his mouth.

Alison looked at the gray-yellow rat with sparse fur in his hand.

"…Will you sell your pet rat?"

Ron stared at her in disbelief, his eyes wide.

The other Weasley children heard what Alison said and turned to look at her.

Even the little lions around were confused.

At a time when toads were very backward as pets - owls and cats were more popular now, someone actually wanted to buy a fat mouse that could be caught anywhere?

Is this little snake here to cause trouble and humiliate people?

Alison ignored everyone's surprise, remained expressionless, and just casually reported a number.

"Two hundred Galleons."

The other Weasley children gasped.

Ron swallowed and asked with difficulty: "You...you want to buy my rat Scabbers?"

Fifty Galleons would be enough to buy a top-quality pet owl.

The Weasley family had kept this mouse as a pet for more than ten years because they were poor. After Percy became a prefect, his family bought an owl and eliminated this old mouse as a pet for Ron, who was going to school this year.

Alison ignored Ron's questioning and hesitation, raised an eyebrow and continued to raise the price to shut him up.

"Three hundred Galleons."

The kids around were all excited.

Ron was completely dumbfounded at this point, he had no idea why anyone would spend so much money on a fat, old, ugly rat.

Alison looked at the fat rat who had sensed something was wrong and became panicked. He was actually the hidden traitor Peter Petillo.

The other Weasley children were confused. The twins were a little overwhelmed by the huge amount of money and couldn't tell a joke. Only Percy, the head boy, seemed to have noticed something.

The outstanding, ambitious and family-loving third son of the Weasley family frowned and stared at Alison for a while.

Afterwards, he looked at his former pet Banban with a strange and scrutinizing gaze, and took the initiative to ask cautiously.

"Why did you buy that mouse?"

Alison pursed her lips and smiled, her words were quite meaningful.

"It's not common to see a mouse live for more than ten years, is it?"

Percy's face turned ugly instantly. With outsiders emphasizing it so much, he certainly couldn't ignore Banban's abnormality anymore.

He felt that he was separated from the truth, but he was vaguely aware of something vague.

The mouse Banban also became very uneasy.

It had always been well-behaved and lazy, but it struggled desperately to break free from Ron's arms and even grabbed and bit Ron's hand.