HP Shavings Wizard

The beautiful blue-eyed fallen angel raised the corners of his lips, walked straight towards the staff seat without looking back.

As soon as the young man sat down, he received shocked and curious looks from the professors.

Although most of them had never seen the old president when he was young, his gentle and calm temperament and behavior were recognizable to smart professors.

But even though he recognized him, the old headmaster's attire still made Professor Flitwick scream and almost slide off his high seat.

Dumbledore coughed lightly, nodded slightly, then picked up the pumpkin juice on the table and took a sip as if nothing had happened.

Professor McGonagall, the deputy headmaster and his assistant for more than half a century, wearing a cat-faced mask, looked at Dumbledore in surprise and couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"Albus, you are dressed like this...?"

Dumbledore winked playfully.

"It's Halloween."

Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly, but she couldn't help but look at this handsome young man who was naturally attractive.

“…Well, it really fits the festive mood.”

Dumbledore noticed that even Professor Snape glanced at him, but quickly looked away.

The students were all confused as they looked at the handsome young man dressed as a fallen angel sitting on the principal's seat.

Dumbledore observed the students' reactions calmly, looking at their mixed expressions of shock, confusion, curiosity, etc.

He couldn't help laughing, and was in an especially happy mood, and the black wings behind him fluttered slightly.

"It seems like everyone is very happy!"

Then the principal cleared his throat and prepared to give his Halloween speech.

Everyone subconsciously quieted down, their eyes focused on the principal's seat - although they had hardly left it before.

The red-haired, blue-eyed young man stood up, opened his arms, chuckled, and his tone was gentle and upward.

“Happy Halloween everyone!”

The students finally reacted and began to applaud, but their applause sounded a little absent-minded.

Dumbledore shook his head in amusement, then signaled that dinner could begin.

The dinner officially began and everyone started to enjoy the food, but their eyes still glanced at the young man from time to time.

Dumbledore pretended not to notice everyone's strange looks and ate his dinner calmly. However, his eyes paused slightly at the Slytherin table, secretly wondering where Alison had gone.

But soon, he no longer had the energy to worry about Alison's whereabouts.

The dinner started, but someone suddenly came in at the door.

He was a blond young man with heterochromatic eyes, about sixteen years old, wearing a leather jacket and dressed like a devil. He was staring at the red-haired young man in the middle of the staff seats with burning eyes.

The students were all looking in surprise at this handsome young man who suddenly broke into the auditorium, dressed as a devil, and whose style strangely matched that of the principal's fallen angel costume.

Both of them were wearing gorgeous and complicated clothes, which looked particularly dazzling under the bright candlelight in the banquet hall.

The professors were also quite confused and alert. They were sure that this was not a student of the school.

A professor remembered the magic photo on the desk in the principal's office, and his eyes moved suspiciously back and forth between the two people who were tacitly wearing exaggerated couple outfits today.

There are also old professors like Professor McGonagall who experienced the heyday of Grindelwald. When they saw the transparent right eye, they were so shocked by this "surprise" that they almost couldn't breathe.

The strange young man walked straight up to Dumbledore with a wicked smile on his face.

He leaned closer to Dumbledore, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on the expression of his old lover, and stretched out his hand elegantly and seductively, asking in a low voice.

"Can I meet this fallen angel?"

There were gasps of shock from all over the place.

The moment he saw Grindelwald, Dumbledore understood the main purpose of Alison's trouble today.

The red-haired young man raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the blond young man dressed as a devil opposite him, and responded in a gentle tone.

The fallen angel cooperated by placing his hand on the other's, which was considered as tacit consent for this tempting demon to spend a wonderful Halloween today in Hogwarts - his territory.

"of course can."

Grindelwald smiled a triumphant smile and sat down next to Dumbledore unceremoniously.

Not long after sitting down, Professor Snape, who had not touched the dinner in front of him, was pushed aside for the second time: ...

The Slytherin snake king stared at the couple in silence, then moved away gloomily, like a gloomy mushroom.

Dumbledore ignored the shocked and strange looks of the students, looked at Grindelwald beside him, and asked softly with a smile in his eyes.

"How did you come?"

"Of course I'm here to spend Halloween with you."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, leaned closer to Dumbledore, and whispered in his ear.

Dumbledore turned his head away helplessly to avoid the hot air that was itching in his ears.

Young people's bodies are always more sensitive.

The devil noticed that the fallen angel's ears were slightly red, and he couldn't help but let out a low laugh, which was somewhat consistent with the collusion and seduction meaning of his outfit.

Those beautiful blue eyes glared at Grindelwald.

The blond young man didn't care. He smiled even more wantonly and reached out to hold his lover's hand under the table, as if he had really returned to the midsummer of the past two months.

Dumbledore did not struggle, but let him hold it.

All the little animals became dazed, looking at the principal sitting on the stage and the mysterious young man who suddenly broke into the auditorium, sat next to the principal and behaved intimately with him.

Grindelwald chuckled and continued whispering to Dumbledore.

“Everyone seemed surprised.”

Dumbledore glanced helplessly at him who was deliberately showing off his affection in public.

"It's obvious... you have a terrible taste."

Grindelwald did not deny the accusation. With an expression of wild joy at a successful prank on his face, he looked into those blue eyes passionately and praised them softly.

“…You look so handsome tonight.”

Dumbledore coughed briefly.

"Thank you, you look handsome today too."

Grindelwald urged.

"Do you want to go out together tonight?"

Dumbledore felt his heart beating violently, as if it had become more energetic as he got younger. He took a deep breath and frowned seriously.

"…We'll talk about it tonight. Now, enjoy your Halloween dinner."

The demon next to him laughed again.

"As you command, my angel."

Dumbledore gave him a gentle push.

Grindelwald then let go of his old lover's hand and took a sip of Al's pumpkin juice.

Professor Snape had a blank expression on his face and said nothing, but his eyes were always fixed on the strange yet harmonious couple sitting in the headmaster's seat.

Professor McGonagall silently drank some pumpkin juice to calm herself down.

The other professors also had different expressions.