HP Shavings Wizard

Alison and the Sorting Hat communicated with each other through their minds.

(As if you sorted Peter into Gryffindor because he wanted to make friends with Potter, Black and other glamorous celebrities?)

(Yes, he envied James and Sirius at the time, thinking that being their friend would make him stronger.)

(It seems to be okay. If there is no war, this kind of wavering evil will not be brought out. He even learned difficult things like Animagus during his time at school. He can be considered a good wizard.)

After listening to Alison's comments, the Sorting Hat sighed and looked towards Dumbledore.

This old hat actually doesn’t know whether his decision to sort people into Gryffindor was right or wrong. Tragedy always makes people sigh.

Dumbledore had been listening to Peter's story with a calm expression, while Snape and Harry both had varying degrees of disgust.

Alison whispered to the Sorting Hat again.

(I always feel like Albus is going to ask this person if he has ever regretted it in the end.)

(I think so too, but from what I know about Dumbledore, he won't let Peter off easily.)

Alison stroked Fox's feathers.

The old phoenix chirped softly and crisply, and sensed the child of its master, the bloodline of the Dumbledore family.

(He is a rational and somewhat cold person - in some aspects. But does it seem that if others really regret it, can it give him any comfort? I am different. I only value other people's behavior, not their inner heart.)

The Sorting Hat was mildly interested.

(Do you care a lot about other people's behavior?)

(There is a saying in the East: If you judge by deeds, not by heart, there is no saint. Even saints have dark sides, but thoughts and actions are two different things.)

(Do you think Peter's behavior was excessive?)

Alison was calm to the point of being apathetic.

(I don’t know what he was thinking exactly. If he wanted to survive, that’s biological instinct. To be cruel, no one should force others to sacrifice their lives for them.)

The Sorting Hat was stunned and silent for a moment.

This cold view is a bit novel for this old hat who inherited the thoughts of the four founders and was often exposed to the brave and loyal spirit of young wizards of this age.

Although Slytherins are also selfish, once they make friends, they are lifelong friends.

(I thought you were going to call him a coward.)

(Being afraid of death is the norm, so people praise bravery. Many so-called fearless people simply don’t think carefully about the cost of death, and die in confusion.)

(So, in your eyes, Peter just made a choice that any normal person would make?)

(No! Normal people would stay away from Britain and withdraw from the battlefield. Those who stay should assume that they will encounter the worst.)

(Indeed, if one fears danger, one should not remain on the battlefield.)

Each man and his hat were silent for a while and continued to watch the interrogation over there.

Dumbledore had listened to Peter's story, and without being able to read his emotions, he asked again.

"Do you regret it now?"

Peter was silent for a moment, as if even the truth serum couldn't fully understand his inner thoughts.

“Regret…but not regret.”

Dumbledore sighed.

"Peter, you should know that betraying a friend is a very shameful thing."

Peter bowed his head.

"I know, but I want to live."

Dumbledore stood up, walked up to Peter, and looked at this student who once followed James and had some fame in the school as a member of the Marauders.

"Peter, you disappoint me."

Alison hugged Fox.

(I always feel like Albus clearly guessed the answer, but he still had to ask, and he wasn’t happy after asking.)

The Sorting Hat's voice once again rang softly in her head.

(Perhaps, he just needs to give himself an explanation.)

Dumbledore came over, walked in front of Harry, squatted down, and looked a little concerned.

"Harry, are you okay?"

Harry's emotions were fluctuating greatly, and his voice was a little hoarse when he nodded in response.

"...I'm fine."

Dumbledore touched Harry's head, which made the eyes of the red-haired little wizard next to him suddenly sharpen.

"As for Peter, I will hand him over to the Ministry of Magic for trial."

The old headmaster then stood up, looked at Snape, and carefully instructed him to take Harry to drink some soothing dreamless sleeping potion.

"Severus, please take Harry to the hospital wing to rest."

Snape nodded and left the office with Harry.

Dumbledore sat back in his chair and looked at his daughter.

Alison held Fawkes in her arms, looked around with the Sorting Hat on, then looked back with an innocent face: ...?

Dumbledore sighed.

"Alison, do you know why I kept you here?"

Alison thought about it and shook her head decisively.

Dumbledore paused, staring at her.

"Because you confuse me."

When Alison heard what her father said, she looked visibly pleased, and she didn't try to hide it.

"Well, maybe 'worried' is a better word. Alison, you're smart, but sometimes too smart."

Alison tested playfully.

"For example, the Unbreakable Vow in the Dean's hand?"

Dumbledore said helplessly: "That was indeed a mistake, but that's not what I meant."

Alison thought about it, counting the bad things she had done.

"Is that what I want about the Black family?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment.

"Indeed, but that's just one of the points. More importantly, there are too many uncertainties about you."

Hearing this, Alison became even more proud and arrogant. She immediately lowered her head and rubbed Fox, and continued to do bad things, trying to encourage her father's pet.

"Fox! How about we elope together?"

The old phoenix chirped helplessly and flapped its wings at her.

Dumbledore finally stated his purpose.

"I don't know what your purpose is in approaching Harry, but I hope you can understand that he carries a heavy responsibility."

Alison opened her eyes exaggeratedly: "Ah! I've been spotted!"

"You're being too obvious."

Alison leaned lazily against the back of the chair, her expression finally became serious, and her eyes became equally bright and sharp, as if she could see through people's hearts.

She spoke slowly, and as she did so, she stared closely at her father's face, observing him.

"I'm surprised you chose to confess part of your plan to me... Is it because you realized that I already know a lot about your plan?"

Dumbledore nodded, seemingly sincerely.

"Yes, and I also hope you can be honest."

Alison hooked her lips and pointed it out directly.

"No! You tell me what I already know, and hope for what you don't know. Dreams come faster."

Dumbledore had a headache and chose to take a roundabout approach.

"Okay, let's talk about something else."

Alison hugged Fox and stroked his fur, then proposed another condition in a whimsical way.

"If you can send Fox to me, I'll tell you."

Dumbledore was slightly stunned, not expecting her to ask that, and then he smiled gently.

"Fox is free."

Alison bowed her head and threatened Fox.

"Dear Fawkes~ You don't want Albus to be distressed, do you?"

The gentle old phoenix glanced at the whimsical little wizard with its bright black eyes, then fluttered from Alison's arms and flew back to the shelf.