HP Shavings Wizard

An empty women's bathroom.

After wandering outside for a while to finish the setup, Alison went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror in silence.

The little red-haired wizard always had a soft and lively smile on his face, and his blue eyes were looking at her just as seriously.

Although a peaceful and happy life without missions and killings was nice, she did occasionally miss the past that seemed like an old dream...

Including those old friends from Arkham Asylum.

The corners of the person in the mirror's mouth gradually curled up into a silent, almost crazy laugh.

The human body transformation technique turned the little wizard's fair and rosy face into an eerie pale color as if it had been rubbed with flour. His eye sockets turned black, and a huge lipstick scar appeared at the corner of his mouth extending along his smile. His red hair became shorter and turned green, and his heterochromatic eyes also turned light green.

The wizard robes on his body had turned into an ugly, bright purple suit with a green collar and a yellow lining - the whole person looked quite dirty with so many colors.

But outsiders often don't pay attention to the disgusting bad combination first, but are only frightened by the chaotic, evil, cold, crazy and dangerous temperament.

The clown in front of the mirror laughed softly, and finally it slowly turned into a silent laughter.

Maybe the people who wear masks on Halloween are the ones who really take off their disguises, right?

……

Students and professors were looking forward to the annual Halloween dinner, and most of them rushed to the auditorium as early as possible.

However, there are always some people who did not attend the dinner for various reasons.

A neurotic young professor, wrapped in a huge, funny purple turban, released the giant monster he had just brought into the school in the corridor.

This behavior made him too nervous. His face turned pale and one of his eyes twitched.

Then, just as he was about to turn around, he heard a sound of breaking air behind him.

Quirrell wanted to dodge, but he felt that his body could not move, and the crowbar broke his shin bone firmly.

The poor man screamed in pain and rolled to the ground - after a violent struggle, he was able to move.

He turned his head to see the attacker clearly. He had a pale clown face, staring at him coldly and fanatically, and the crowbar in his hand was stained with blood.

It's hard to tell whether it's more terrifying to be suddenly attacked after doing something bad just now, or to see the attacker looking strange and unfamiliar, not like a normal person.

For wizards, a wand is obviously more dangerous than a crowbar, but now this crowbar that easily broke his calf could not help but make him break out in a cold sweat.

The Professor of Defense against Dark Magic, who was already trembling with fear and tried to do something stupid like releasing the troll to send a distress signal to the outside world right under Voldemort's nose, had a heart beating too fast and almost fainted.

He tried to cast a spell to resist, but his wand was easily knocked away by the opponent's disarming spell, and the madman beat him rhythmically with a crowbar.

Voldemort attached to the back of his head was naturally alarmed by this noise.

The residual soul possessed Quirrell, turning him into a temporary Horcrux, but this parasitism still could not last long, and Quirrell's body was slowly rotting like the animals he had parasitized in the past - even though he tried his best to sleep to maintain the life of his servants, hoping to hold on until he could use the Philosopher's Stone to reshape his body.

Voldemort had to maintain the body of this temporary servant who had reasonable access to the Philosopher's Stone and could not be killed completely.

However, when Voldemort tried to open his mouth to cast a spell, he found that the purple turban around him was stuck to his pale face like glue and he could not get rid of it at all.

A moment later, silent and wandless fire ignited around Quirrell's body. The terrifying giant python tried to bite Alison, but was blown away and smashed Quirrell and the fire snake into the wall of the empty classroom.

The brainless, foul-smelling troll that was wandering in the corridor was also controlled by the Imperius Curse and locked up in an empty classroom.

Alison was also kind enough to add a soundproofing charm to ensure that no one disturbed the desperate professor at night, while the Dark Lord and the troll were in love with each other.

The clown hummed a little tune happily and walked towards the auditorium swinging the bloody crowbar, happily preparing to attend the Halloween dinner.

……

hall.

On the right side of the auditorium entrance, an unknown person set up a small stall with a sign saying: One Nat each, help yourself.

The stalls are filled with fluffy animal-shaped headbands, gloves, and some weird or cute Halloween masks and stickers with animal faces, feathers, skeletons, etc.

There are obvious signs of Transfiguration on it. It is a disposable gadget.

Many students passing by couldn't help but gather around with great interest and choose the costumes they liked.

Halloween at Hogwarts is usually just a dinner where everyone wears their school robes, but when someone comes up with a fancy idea to dress up, the animals are happy to try it out.

The Weasley twins seemed to have some inspiration as well, and they loudly tried to sell the prank props they had made - but for the time being, no one dared to buy them. Most people just watched and laughed, and remained wary of the twins who loved to play pranks.

Professor McGonagall, who was passing by, stopped and her serious expression silenced the naughty twins.

The old professor glanced at the two red-haired children and did not pursue the matter further on this happy day. She walked to the stall, looked around, and happily bought a tabby cat mask and put it on.

Everyone looked at each other and found the people dressed up very interesting, and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

……

Dumbledore left the headmaster's office and walked towards the auditorium, receiving countless surprised looks along the way.

There were even students who were going downstairs with their textbooks in their arms, and they almost fell down because they stepped on empty air when they saw this handsome fallen angel.

The red-haired, blue-eyed young man had a smile in his eyes as he waved his wand and caught the silly student steadily.

The little Muggle-born wizard stared at the real pair of wings in amazement.

"Oh my God, angels are real, and they use magic!"

"There are fallen angels in Hogwarts!"

There were also some senior wizards who noticed something different.

"Is he a senior from some academy? He's so handsome, I should have some impression of him..."

The young man listened to these discussions, suppressed his laughter, winked at them playfully with his blue eyes, and walked away gracefully, pulling his complicated Greek robe.

Everyone was whispering, and some people unconsciously followed the angel and walked into the colorful auditorium in a daze.

Dense swarms of bats were fluttering on the walls and ceiling. There were also low dark clouds circling above the dining table, causing the flames of the candles in the pumpkins floating in the air to flicker.

The air was filled with the sweet and tempting aroma of roasted pumpkin, and delicious delicacies suddenly appeared on golden plates, waiting for the wizards to enjoy - many of them were Halloween-only delicacies.