HP Shavings Wizard

It was already quite late, the tail end of breakfast time at Hogwarts, so there were not many students in the cafeteria.

Many professors and students have already arrived at the classroom early. After all, the complicated and long roads of Hogwarts require some time in advance.

Professor McGonagall had no classes this morning and was on night patrol last night. This old professor, who had experienced a lot, was so shocked yesterday that she tossed and turned and got up late.

At the Halloween dinner yesterday, Professor Dumbledore wore heavy makeup on his face. Most people were simply amazed and shocked by how handsome the old headmaster was when he was young, as well as the strange blond-haired young man with heterochromia who had a close relationship with the headmaster.

But without the crooked nose and the grown beard, Professor McGonagall, who had been taught Transfiguration by a young Professor Dumbledore for seven years, really noticed the similarities between him and Alison.

——Of course, it was the previous Alison, not the clown at the dinner party who was dressed up so that no one could recognize her and was doing crazy mischief and scaring people.

After seeing Professor Dumbledore for a long time, with his gray-haired face, kind and gentle, calm and composed appearance, Professor McGonagall just felt that Alison with red hair and blue eyes looked somewhat familiar, and could not associate her with the single old headmaster.

And that sense of familiarity is all too common.

Hogwarts is the only magic school in the UK. Many wizards and witches have been students of this old professor for three generations. When she walks on the street, most of the wizards she sees are familiar to her.

First, the terrorist Grindelwald somehow escaped from prison without any news, and then at the Hogwarts Halloween dinner, he and the headmaster tacitly used age-reducing agents to dress up and went out for the night - adult wizards all know what this kind of overnight stay is for!

Now it is discovered that there is a child around Albus who is suspected to be a relative of the Dumbledore family. The child looks almost like a replica of Albus when he was young, but the temperament and personality are completely different: one is humble and calm, the other is flamboyant and unrestrained.

Judging from Albus' usual indulgent attitude towards Miss Green, and the fact that he personally took time out to teach her... he should be aware of Miss Green's identity.

Too many messy thoughts had been piling up in the mind of Professor McGonagall, who was always serious, making the old professor's face even more stern.

She took a few steps towards the restaurant and saw a family of three over there.

"...!!!"

Dumbledore looked at his deputy, the diligent and responsible old professor's wonderful expression, coughed lightly with a hint of embarrassment, and took the lead in greeting him.

"Ahem, Minerva, good morning."

"Good morning, Albus."

Professor McGonagall, who had a tight bun on her head, had a tense expression on her face, and was absent-minded as she responded subconsciously. Her eyes were still on the old devil who had caused her a heart attack and the shrunken red-haired girl with heterochromatic eyes.

Yes, the girl with heterochromia had a transparent eye that was obviously inherited from the Grindelwald family. Half a century ago, they had deeply experienced the power of this eye that could only foresee the future.

Alison's red hair had revealed her transparent right eye after all the trouble just now. She had no intention of covering it up again. She looked back at Professor McGonagall with a smile, her eyes full of joy and evil.

Professor McGonagall stared at the young wizard who could be seen to be related to the red-haired young man.

"…Good morning, Miss Green."

Alison corrected her address and didn't care about the little animals around who were eavesdropping. She just blew up the truck, making the two old men instantly become the representatives of happy families and happy fathers in everyone's eyes.

"It's Miss Grindelwald, Professor Cat."

"It's Alison Dumbledore Grindelwald."

Professor McGonagall's expression was blank for a moment, then she turned to the blond young man who had obviously been allowed to enter Hogwarts by Albus, barely maintaining a semblance of politeness instead of choosing to use the stone pier.

"…Good morning, Mr. Grindelwald."

The blond young man who had been paying attention to Alison raised an eyebrow, but still nodded slightly politely to his old lover's deputy.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

There was dead silence in the restaurant, and everyone was staring at them.

Professor McGonagall had a complicated expression as she faced the family of three.

She looked at Dumbledore, then at Grindelwald, and then at Alison. She looked at the three of them in turn, but in the end she still hesitated to speak.

The British don't like to meddle in other people's private affairs, but this kind of thing is really too shocking...

In the end, she said nothing, just turned and left with a wonderful expression.

Sitting in her seat and swinging her legs, Alison asked Dumbledore, who was still a little stunned, with an innocent look on her face. It was obviously the first time he called him dad, but his expression was very natural.

"Isn't she coming for breakfast, Dad?"

Dumbledore's shining blue eyes looked at the little red-haired wizard with heterochromia who looked like him.

Alison looked at the red-haired young man's now adorable expression with interest and called out softly once more.

"father!"

The red-haired young man looked down at his daughter and felt his heartbeat quicken. His whole body felt like it was soaked in warm water and he felt so soft that he seemed to be melting.

Although he knew that Alison was his and Gail's daughter, and he was delighted by Alison's intimate actions, it was still a different feeling to actually hear Alison call him dad in person - he was now so clearly aware that he had a blood relative, the child with whom he had the closest relationship, and the continuation of love.

Dumbledore subconsciously lowered his voice.

“…Good boy.”

Alison rested her chin on her hand and tilted her head curiously to ask her father a direct question.

"Didn't you ever wonder why I didn't admit it before?"

Those blue eyes looked at her gently through the reflective half-moon glasses.

"Actually, I'm not completely without guesses."

Alison usually behaves very rebelliously at Hogwarts, always deliberately causing trouble and making things difficult for others, but the child is actually very proud and smart, always having her own unique ideas.

She wanted to prove herself, to impress others as Alison in her own right, just as Gellert would not be happy to be seen as just Bathilda's great-nephew - albeit in a somewhat childish way.

Now if we count the "good things" she has done since she entered the school, it can be said that she is unprecedented - Hogwarts has produced geniuses over the past thousand years, but there has never been such a troublesome child. The first-year students have caused chaos in the school.

Dumbledore smiled at Alison's curious gaze.

"You are a very proud child. You don't want to be treated preferentially because of your blood relationship. Instead, you hope to gain recognition from others based on your own strength."

Alison's eyes flickered slightly, she didn't deny it, but just corrected the small mistake in his words.

"It's Dad's approval! I don't care about anyone else!"

Dumbledore laughed.

Although Alison, this little devil, always looks rebellious, she still longs for love and recognition in her heart.