HP Shavings Wizard

Alison skipped to the principal's office. Instead of talking about Halloween costumes, something in the original book that she had been curious about for a long time flashed through her mind.

Dumbledore was processing documents. When he saw her come in, he gave a helpless smile.

"Alison..."

Then the old father saw Alison running up to him and furtively trying to lift up the corner of his robe.

!!!

"Alison! Stop it!"

Dumbledore immediately grabbed her rebellious hand and pressed it down. He was like a girl whose skirt was lifted by a naughty child. His expression instantly became serious and he stared at Alison warningly.

Alison retorted aggrievedly that she didn't make a fuss.

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, looking at her carefully. As always, he couldn't guess what this naughty child was thinking.

"…So what are you doing?"

Alison was so happy that her face was blooming. She clamored to see it, not hiding her curiosity.

"Dear teacher~ I heard that the scar on your left knee is a complete map of the London Underground!"

Dumbledore was slightly startled, not expecting her to know that he was joking. Finally, he reluctantly leaned over and lifted up his trouser leg, revealing a scar on his left knee.

There were many ways to remove scars in the wizarding world, but just like his disfiguring, broken, crooked nose, if the wizard himself didn't want to restore it and wanted to keep it, then no one could help.

Alison leaned in closer, trying to identify it intently.

The pattern on the scar is very complex and at first glance it does look like a complete map of the London Underground, with winding and crisscrossing lines.

So, this scar, which is full of profound past experiences and conceals pain, but is packaged with humorous descriptions, really becomes interesting and cute under the careful observation of the red-haired little wizard.

Alison thought it was so cool and praised it loudly, her blue eyes sparkling.

The old principal laughed and lowered his trouser legs.

The young wizard blinked and began to egg him on.

“…Tonight is Halloween dinner.”

Dumbledore looked at her quietly, waiting for his daughter to explain her purpose.

"Don't you think it's a bit boring to be the same every year, just finding some singing and dancing troupes, watching their performances, and everyone eating, drinking and dancing?"

"How about trying to dress up like the Muggles this year, and dressing up as vampires, demons, mummies, dark elves, and other monsters that fit the Halloween atmosphere?"

Hearing this novel idea, Dumbledore's tone was gentle, but a smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Are you inviting me to join you in some mischief?"

Alison encouraged him with a playful, wicked smile.

"Then do you want to? After drinking the anti-aging potion, the unfamiliar senior can scare all the classmates and even tell the professors to 'trick or treat'!"

The childish old principal was somewhat moved by what she said. After thinking for a moment, a mischievous smile of understanding appeared on his face, and he agreed.

"Then give it a try."

Alison was prepared and took out a bottle of anti-aging agent.

Dumbledore took the anti-aging potion and drank it.

Soon, as if time had gone back, his beard and white hair turned red, and his wrinkled skin gradually tightened.

Dumbledore reverts to his adult form.

The young man with red hair and blue eyes has a handsome appearance and a gentle temperament, but his clothes and long beard seem a bit weird and don't match.

Compared to the youthful spirit in his photos, he is now calmer and more patient, and his beautiful blue eyes can no longer conceal the vicissitudes of life.

The similarities between him and Alison were even more apparent at this point, but neither of them mentioned it in tacit agreement.

Dumbledore chuckled, the boy's voice clear and gentle.

"You look happy, Alison."

Alison came back to her senses and quickly lowered her head to use Transfiguration, looking busy trying to attract attention.

The red-haired, blue-eyed young man allowed her to cast a spell to dress him up, and just transformed a mirror and watched quietly.

The comfortable purple star robe was transformed into a pure white, Greek robe similar to stacked fabrics, decorated with some pearl chains. It was wrapped tightly, exuding a luxurious, exquisite, ascetic and holy beauty.

Behind him were wings transformed by human body deformation, which fluttered from time to time. Compared with normal angels, these wings were pitch black.

Alison spent a lot of time on his face and trimmed off the beard. The final dark-style contrast makeup made it clear that he was a fallen angel, with a hint of temptation beneath his divinity.

It was like an angel or a saint preaching the doctrine. On the surface, it was pure and beautiful, but secretly the church had long been corrupted and fallen, and everything was just tempting the pure lambs from the outside world to become sacrifices.

Of course, this kind of makeup is purely a temporary DIY for Halloween. It just looks good and that’s it. There is no deep plot logic behind it, and it is not very sophisticated - even fallen angels wear Greek robes.

Alison actually considered a pairing of vampires and vampire hunters, who were evenly matched and hunted each other, but...

A vampire's dentures would make it inconvenient to have dinner and kiss passionately, which would inevitably spoil the fun at the critical moment.

Dumbledore admired his outfit in amazement and couldn't help laughing.

Looking at his usual attire and the exquisite silverware in the principal's office, you can tell that this gorgeous and exaggerated style really pleases him, and his temperament and appearance can support it.

The magic portraits on the wall, which had been holding their breath, now became lively and talked a lot.

Some lively and enthusiastic principals even loudly praised the idea and the beautiful and exaggerated costumes.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded in response to their praise, flexed his wings, reached out and touched his face, looking at the strange yet familiar self in the mirror, feeling somewhat curious and surprised.

The originally beautiful face looks holy and slightly charming under the dark makeup that matches the Halloween atmosphere.

He posed in front of the mirror once more and chuckled.

"Alison, what do you think?"

Alison answered decisively.

"You will definitely charm a lot of little brats! Imagine how they would feel if they knew you were the principal..."

The red-haired, blue-eyed young man couldn't help laughing, blinked playfully and cutely, thought about what the little wizard said, and a childish and lively expectation gradually appeared on his face.

"Then I'll have to look forward to it!"

Seeing that it was almost time for her to deal with things, Alison hurried away.

"I'm going to dress up too! Where I'm going to dress up as and what I'm going to dress up as is a secret!...Anyway, remember to go on time and scare those little brats!"

Dumbledore laughed: "Okay, see you at the dinner."