HP Shavings Wizard

Ron cried out in pain and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The mouse Banban took the opportunity to jump to the ground and prepare to escape.

Alison looked at the mouse calmly, then calmly waved her wand and cast the Imperius Curse.

"The soul leaves the body."

The blue spell hit the fat rat accurately, and Banban's eyes suddenly became dull, like a zombie, and he walked obediently in front of Alison.

Casting an Unforgivable Curse in public in a restaurant was clearly insane.

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This sudden situation suddenly made the atmosphere in the restaurant tense.

The students who recognized the black magic spell were in an uproar. The children who were still confused were also infected by the atmosphere and subconsciously kept silent. The seniors whispered to them and warned them to stay away.

The little snakes also looked palely at the little witch from their own academy. Although they knew that she was proficient in the Unforgivable Curse, it was really outrageous to blatantly use the Imperius Curse in public, even if it was just on a mouse.

The professors who were dining together also changed their expressions and stood up to come over. Snape narrowed his eyes and stared at Alison.

Alison used a levitation spell to make the mouse float up and follow her, but she didn't touch it herself out of disdain.

She was about to take the mouse straight to Dumbledore, while turning her head to say something to Ron.

"Go ask Harry for the money. This little mouse is what he wanted."

Ron was stunned. He didn't expect that this incident was related to his good friend Harry. He subconsciously looked at Harry, but found that Harry was staring at the dull mouse Scabbers beside Alison.

"Alison..."

Harry seemed to understand something. He looked grim, clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth and called out, but did not ask the whole question.

He had already confirmed the truth in his heart, and even felt a little nauseous and scared about the mouse that he and Ron had teased and slept with.

Professor McGonagall's first Transfiguration class had been just a few days ago, and he knew that wizards could transform into animals...

Alison glanced at him as she continued walking towards the professors.

"If you want to follow along, just follow along."

At this time, Dumbledore, who was walking over, had already noticed something was wrong. He looked at Alison through his half-moon glasses with his bright and sharp blue eyes. He did not ask about the Unforgivable Curse first, but asked calmly in a deep voice.

"Alison, what's going on?"

Alison approached him, looked at the mouse with her eyes downcast, and told him the answer in a very calm and soft voice.

"An illegal Animagus."

Several professors' faces turned serious when they heard this.

An illegal Animagus is no small matter, especially when this Animagus has sneaked into the school disguised as a pet for several years.

If it hurts students...

Many professors felt a flash of fear in their hearts.

The students didn't know what Alison had said, but judging by the serious expressions on the professors' faces, the matter must have been serious.

There were some quiet discussions in the cafeteria, but the professors didn't care about it right now.

Alison casually transformed the cup on the table next to her into a cage and locked the mouse controlled by the Imperius Curse inside.

"Hero Peter Pettigrew... I don't need to explain what it means that he is still alive and hiding in the Weasley family, right?"

Headmaster Dumbledore took the cage with his skinny hands and looked at the dull-eyed mouse inside with a serious expression.

Professor McGonagall also came over and looked at the special mouse with a severed finger in the cage with an equally grim expression.

The little red-haired wizard raised his eyebrows and teased them.

"To be able to get away with it for so long under the noses of two Transfiguration Masters. In a sense, this little mouse is quite courageous and powerful."

Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor, glared at Alison and then looked seriously at Dumbledore.

"Albus, what now?"

She didn't first doubt the truth of what Alison said.

Alison is a smart and naughty child, but she is not aimless.

And the way the mouse suddenly ran away just now clearly looked like an intelligent wizard, and its life span was abnormal...

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, recalling the death of the Potters, the news that the Order of the Phoenix had been leaked for a year, and the traitor he suspected...

He made the decision in a deep voice and looked at the professors around him with dignity and calmness.

"I'll take care of this matter, you guys go back to class first."

Alison blinked and glanced suggestively at her head of house, the Potions Master who definitely had a stock of Veritaserum.

She has no taboos in her words and deeds, and doesn't care about illegal behavior at all, just like an outlaw.

"Legitimate, or Veritaserum?"

Snape gave Alison a cold look, then turned and left the hall.

Dumbledore did not say anything to stop her, which naturally meant that he acquiesced to Alison's suggestion, so he went to get the truth serum.

The double agent was also keenly aware of something in his heart: the four predators were alive but were dead hiding in other people's homes as pet rats...

Dumbledore sighed deeply, looked at Alison and Harry who seemed to know some of the truth, and promised.

"I'll take care of this as soon as possible."

Alison looked towards her father and offered her advice at the right moment to win the favor of her godson, who was to become her future tool.

"Can we watch? This is also related to Harry after all."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and agreed: "Of course."

Alison glanced vaguely at Professor Quirrell.

Voldemort, under the turban behind Quirrell's head, seemed to have no reaction to the capture of this evasive and disloyal subordinate. After all, the little mouse had only joined him because he was afraid of death.

His current focus was on the Philosopher's Stone that could reshape his body, and he had no time to risk being exposed and saving others.

Professor Quirrell, the host, seemed to notice Alison's gaze. He raised his head and gave Alison a stiff smile.

Alison also smiled, praising the garlic-smelling, stuttering servant possessed by Voldemort in a joyful and evil way.

"Professor Quirrell, you smell wonderful."

Professor Quirrell, who was targeted by the Hogwarts devil, turned pale instantly. He stammered, "You...what did you say?"

Alison teased and frightened him with interest, deliberately drawing out her voice.

"…I mean, the smell of your body, like a rotting corpse, feels familiar and wonderful to me."

Professor Quirrell's eyes widened in horror, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, as if Alison were some kind of monster.

Professor McGonagall couldn't bear it anymore and she scolded harshly.

"Alison!"

Alison raised her hands in surrender and tried to defend herself.

"Hey~ okay okay~"

"Actually, I just want to express my appreciation for the professionalism of the professor of defense against the dark arts! The premise of defense against the dark arts is to understand it, and death and corpses are also part of the dark arts~"