HP Shavings Wizard

Suddenly being feared and avoided by her classmates, Alison was very sad and "naturally" forgot to mention Professor Trelawney's serious prophecy to Dumbledore.

However, because the prophecy frightened the young wizards so deeply that they talked a lot, Dumbledore was able to learn some fragments through his control over the school and pieced together the truth that "Trelawney made a serious prophecy in class."

During dinner that day, several professors talked about this and Dumbledore frowned.

He put his fingertips together, with a slightly thoughtful expression on his face. Then, his calm blue eyes stared at the side, and asked Alison who was concentrating on eating in a gentle manner.

"What did Professor Trelawney say?"

Dumbledore was of course aware of his daughter's course selection, aware that Alison was present at the time, and aware that she could recite the prophecy she had heard once word for word.

When it comes to the prophecy that's obviously about her, Alison immediately tries to cover it up.

"Oh, I don't really remember it."

It's not that she wanted to hide it that much - if she really wanted to completely prevent the possibility of everyone leaking the secret, she should have used the Oblivion Charm on everyone one by one.

If her father insisted on digging deep into the matter, she wouldn't be able to hide it.

Alison just felt that it was a bit awkward for her father and dad to seriously discuss the prophecy that seemed to flatter her and involved her past at the dinner table.

Moreover, there is no real result yet on her ability to find and summon control of the game world.

There's no need to take credit for something that's barely even started and is obviously beyond the norm and requires a lot of effort to explain.

Dumbledore looked at Alison deeply, said nothing, and just sighed softly.

Alison was playing dumb so obviously that it made her old father look like a fool.

Grindelwald couldn't help the laugh that escaped his throat.

The little red-haired wizard ignored his father, but felt uneasy when his father looked at him, and his barely visible conscience felt a little painful.

The old principal didn't force any further questions.

Since Alison didn't seriously discuss the matter with her parents immediately after class, it only means that the problem with the prophecy was not particularly serious - at least it was within Alison's control.

So he simply raised the Elder Wand gracefully, tapped the edge of the plate next to him, and added another piece of steak to Alison, who was eating hard.

The child has a good appetite today.

Looks like you’re in a good mood?

Is the prophecy a good thing?

Alison was chewing on her steak, and her conscience was a little bit hurt, so she just made up a story and revealed a little bit of the truth.

"I think it's about black and white mixing? Maybe we should look up the racial mix of black and white. How many parents in the school are African-American?"

Grindelwald was already laughing silently at this foolish rhetoric, and he leaned towards Dumbledore wantonly.

Dumbledore, who had been fooled several times, smiled slightly, with a hint of dark energy in his eyes.

"Is this your understanding of the prophecy?"

Alison looked away guiltily and bit off another large piece of beef.

Forget it, let’s eat.

He is not active in doing things and has problems with his thinking.

……

Alison sneaks up on Grindelwald.

She wanted the ingredients for an advanced magic potion, Polyjuice Potion, but many of them were controlled ingredients, so she had no choice but to ask the old devil for help.

Although going to the Potions Professor's office in the middle of the night or sneaking to Knockturn Alley were both feasible options, Alison always had a vague feeling that Dumbledore seemed to be keeping a close eye on her recently, and she would be discovered if she took any action.

Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Professor Grindelwald was keenly aware of Alison's abnormality.

He closed the stone door of his office with a graceful wave of his wand, raised his head from the pile of homework papers of the little wizards, and looked at his daughter who came to see him for no reason.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

Alison's eyes flashed. "I want a portion of the horn of a two-horned beast and the skin of an African boomslang."

It's almost too obvious.

As soon as these words were spoken, any adult wizard who was even slightly sensitive to potions would know that an illegal polyjuice potion was being brewed.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and looked at Alison sharply.

"What do you want Polyjuice Potion for?"

Alison said innocently: "It's just a little prank, what can we do in school?"

Professor Grindelwald looked him up and down, staring at the self-righteous little wizard for a long while.

The little red-haired wizard frowned and said, "If you can't find it, I will go and rummage around secretly."

After expressing herself, she might go to other troublesome channels. After the intimidation, Alison clung to him like honey and acted coquettishly.

The old devil finally compromised.

Facing a shameless little wizard, who happened to be his and Al's daughter.

Alison deliberately put on a gentle and smiling look, with her red hair hanging down slightly and her blue left eye glancing at him intently...

Grindelwald had to admit defeat and became an accomplice to another prank.

Even though the old devil has not been active for decades, many of the remaining forces under his command are still loyal.

……

The next day, these materials were delivered, and a lot of "illegal" and "controlled" materials were also thoughtfully added. The saints were afraid that Grindelwald and Alison, who might become the heir, would lack potion materials again.

Alison added all the liquid grass picked during the full moon and two bundles of ear grass into the crucible.

Leeches and dead lacewings were also poked into the bottom of the crucible.

The remaining two pieces that had not been processed, the most precious African tree snake skin and the two-horned beast horn, were also thrown into the crucible.

In the potion-brewing room that the Room of Requirement transformed into, a large pot of Polyjuice Potion was immediately brewed.

Alison dropped a long, silver-white hair into the bubbling pot of black, sticky mud.

"Hiss."

As if something strange and sensitive had been added to it, the polyjuice potion began to make a loud noise, like a pot of boiling water, bubbling even more vigorously.

A second later, it turned into a light white color which was not ugly, even a little pretty.

Alison stared at the pot of Polyjuice Potion, shielding her sense of smell and drinking some of it in two gulps.

It tastes like some boiled vegetables, with a light plant flavor, but you don't get the sticky feeling of insects.

Her internal organs began to churn, as if something was stirring. A burning sensation spread from her stomach to the nerve endings throughout her body. Her skin began to reshape along with her bones and muscles like melting wax.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

It's very similar to human deformation.

But when using human transfiguration in front of a master transfigurationist, Alison always felt like she would be exposed quickly.

But there are two masters of Transfiguration in Hogwarts.