HP Shavings Wizard

"Show me your wand."

As her father calmly extended his hand and stared at her, Alison's eyes wandered guiltily, and she held the wand behind her back and silently refused, but her refusal was not so firm.

"How could this be? It's exactly the same as when Gellert checked the wand before. Why do they have such an unexpected tacit understanding on this matter?"

Dumbledore held his old brown wand with evenly distributed wood knots and waved it gently. Alison's yew wand was taken away by a silent flying spell, slipped out of her hand, and jumped obediently into Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore raised the pitch-black wand and carefully felt the magic power that had been contaminated by the power of dark magic.

"Flashback spell!"

The Elder Wand pointed the tip of his wand at the Yew Wand and cast an investigative spell that forced the little creature to replay the spells he had used before.

……

First, there was the Transfiguration spell used on the cup in the restaurant today, and then there was the blue Imperius Curse used on Peter.

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, calm and gentle, his blue eyes continuing to look down quietly.

Then there was the killing curse that killed the Acromantula last night, a green light. In the principal's office, this extremely destructive black magic was easily blocked by the object transformed by Transfiguration, and the beautiful and exquisite silverware was blown to pieces.

Alison shuddered at the sight.

The Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse flashed blue and red light alternately for a long time, illuminating the old headmaster's fair and calm face with a long white beard like a shining palette.

Allison glanced over and couldn't tell for a moment whether the Unforgivable Curse was brighter or her father's twinkling blue eyes.

After the feast of unforgivable curses, there was still a fire shield combined with Fiendfyre in the front, Gellert's self-created magic, which should have been used to protect her and Harry in the beginning.

The unfortunate blue flame was forcibly extinguished just as it burst out of the wand.

Before that are some ordinary little spells. Although they are beyond the syllabus for first graders, they are not considered black magic and are not a big problem.

Dumbledore put down his wand, placed his long fingers together on the table, and looked at Alison quietly.

Alison looked away guiltily and glanced at the portraits of former headmasters, sincerely hoping that they would interrupt her father's oppression by saying something at an inopportune moment - such as making a complaint as mentioned before.

However, the old principals were very good at reading the atmosphere and pretended nothing had happened.

Some quietly slipped away, some pretended to sleep, turned a blind eye and watched the show. Some even watched the show blatantly, and when Alison looked over, they smiled happily, gloating.

The little red-haired wizard looked at her father's abnormally calm face and felt something was wrong. She felt more and more guilty, and after holding it in for a long time, she finally laughed dryly and spoke with a pinched throat.

"Ahahahaha... Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom!"

Dumbledore calmly interrupted her excuse for urinating.

"Sit tight, Alison."

Alison sat still, not daring to raise her head.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and stared at her with dark blue eyes.

"Tell me, why use these dark arts?"

Alison blinked, somewhat matter-of-factly.

"…Because the Unforgivable Curse can leave a complete body for collecting materials!"

This logically normal reason made Dumbledore rub his temples helplessly.

He had considered before that Alison was obsessed with and wanted to practice black magic, or that she was just venting her strong, murderous malice towards the Acromantulas...

Alison watched him furtively, her fingers unconsciously twirling the corner of her clothes.

Dumbledore sighed and continued to ask. His twinkling blue eyes, which could see through people's hearts, stared at Alison and could accurately distinguish all lies.

"Any other reasons?"

Alison felt like needles on the couch and kept shifting, adding weakly to reinforce the persuasiveness of her actions.

"…Acromantula venom costs one hundred galleons per ounce."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, thinking back to how generously his daughter had bought snacks before. He couldn't quite understand this naughty child's obsession with making money.

“…Alison, are you short of money?”

Gamers insist on their own ideas, and they are very confident. When it comes to spending money, they can spend lavishly, but when it comes to saving money and materials, they must not be vague, and they must be cleaned up.

"No shortage, but this is picking up money! And they are all difficult materials!"

Dumbledore sighed and rubbed her head.

Alison suddenly became cheerful, and the naughty kid keenly knew from his parents' attitude that he had passed this hurdle.

Dumbledore stared at her and paused.

"But I hope you can remember that although the Unforgivable Curse is powerful, it is also dangerous. You cannot use it casually."

Alison was more confident on this point.

Only enemies with red names and bright health bars can be killed with spells. Even in the real world, she follows this good habit and does not kill casually.

"I didn't use it casually! It was used to collect materials and fight against the enemy!"

Dumbledore laughed helplessly at her retort.

"Well, even if you're right, you can't use it so often, understand?"

Alison snorted and decisively passed the buck to others.

"Then you should first blame your giant baby for raising too many Acromanthus."

Dumbledore was speechless. This child always had something to say to defend himself. He couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch the little wizard's face.

Alison looked well behaved.

She had secretly eaten the pudding on the dinner plate that Dumbledore had left on the table, and the empty plate on the table had been taken away by the house-elves, thus destroying all evidence.

After questioning about the Dark Arts, Dumbledore looked at the empty piece of the table, thinking of the dinner plate, and thought: ...

Finally, the kind-hearted father decided to let the naughty kid go and just gave him a reminder.

"Remember to come to the office after class tomorrow morning."