HP Shavings Wizard

Dumbledore was happy to share with Slughorn some of the young wizards he thought were good.

Although the old principal no longer teaches, he still knows several outstanding students in each college by heart.

For example, the Weasley brothers from Gryffindor, Potter, Granger, Cedric from Hufflepuff, Cho Chang from Ravenclaw...

However, because Alison’s character was not “good enough for a student”, the headmaster automatically avoided her - he believed that Horace had deeply experienced Alison’s strength before and would not want to hear it again.

Alison's brows furrowed more and more as she listened, and she poked Dumbledore's arm under the table with her fingers, trying to convey her dissatisfaction at not being praised by her father.

Dumbledore calmly took a sip of milk from the cup, pretending not to notice his daughter's movements.

Alison was usually too naughty, so even if her old father had a thick filter, he couldn't praise her when facing her old colleague who had been threatened and bribed by her with the Killing Curse before - after all, Dumbledore was a white wizard with a strong conscience, and his conscience would really hurt.

While Alison was busy poking him and not paying attention to the table, Dumbledore quickly stole a piece of jam tart from her plate.

The red-haired little wizard's eyes widened instantly: "......?!"

There was plenty on the big plate on the table, and the house-elves in the kitchen wouldn't let the headmistress go hungry, so why would they search hers?

Dumbledore looked innocent as he picked up his fork, picked up the jam tart and took a slow bite.

The jam tart exudes an enticing aroma, and the golden crust is crispy and delicious, as if crumbs will fall off with a light touch. The sweet raspberry jam overflowing from the cracks in the crust and between the forks is shining with an attractive luster.

When the teeth touch the crust, there is a crisp "click" sound, followed by the sweetness of raspberries and the rich aroma of wheat filling the entire mouth.

Sweet and slightly sour, mixed with the satisfaction brought by high-fat and high-sugar staple foods...

Pretty perfect.

Sweets are indeed something that no Dumbledore can refuse.

Although her food was snatched away as a deliberate prank, Alison had a very good temper - at least when facing Dumbledore.

So she just ate the grilled sausages she had cut earlier meekly and obediently.

Grindelwald quickly forked away another pie from Alison's plate, put it on his own plate, and continued cutting the omelette as if nothing had happened.

Allison held up her face and stopped eating. She just watched in silence as the two childish adults took away the food from her plate one after another. She tilted her head, not quite understanding this behavior.

However, after being interrupted by those two people, she forgot about wanting to hear Dumbledore praise her to Professor Slughorn.

Of course, Grindelwald was also hit on the calf by Dumbledore in the end. The old headmaster glared at a certain old devil as if warning him for being so persistent and demanding, and it seemed that he didn't want the young wizard to have a normal breakfast at all.

"I think you can go get your food yourself, Gail dear."

Grindelwald said confidently: "I thought we were sharing! Alison didn't object, did she? I thought she was happy to share her favorite breakfast with the fathers..."

Facing the empty plate, Alison turned her head and looked at the parents who had just witnessed it with a condemning look.

"..."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other innocently, then wisely changed the subject together.

……

The new professor and dean had his first class today. As usual, Alison gave him a little face and did not skip class, but went to class normally.

Slughorn's Potions class was quite interesting - although the fat old man's expression was a little stiff when he came in and saw Alison was also downstairs and formed a vacuum zone among the small animals around her.

At the beginning, everyone was asked to identify several large bubbling cauldrons in the middle of the classroom.

The old walrus's walrus beard trembled on his smiling lips, and he enthusiastically called on several young wizards whose families had strong connections, celebrities, prominent family backgrounds, or those who had been praised by professors before to come closer.

He showed no obvious partiality and greeted people from all colleges, which disappointed Draco a little - yes, after getting the assurance that Voldemort would never come back, the old walrus who was keen on socializing and building connections could finally put aside his concerns about Death Eaters and "He Who Must Not Be Named" and greeted Malfoy, Nott and the others in the same way.

Alison stared at Professor Slughorn, her rebelliousness and fighting spirit gradually rising, and she insisted on hearing the new dean greet her warmly.

In terms of family background, she is obviously the most prominent here! In terms of talent and strength, she should also be the strongest!

Then, Professor Slughorn turned his head and caught a glimpse of the conspicuous red-haired little wizard - she was standing beside Slughorn like a silent ghost, staring at him.

The Potions Professor's eyes widened, and he shouted in surprise and confusion: "...Alison?"

He did not call him by his last name, but instead called him by his Christian name. This was not because he had a close relationship with Alison, but because like most people, he did not dare to call the young wizard "Grindelwald" directly.

Alison tilted her head innocently, ignoring the position where she was standing next to Professor Slughorn, as well as the vacuum left by the little wizards around her: "What's wrong? Professor Slughorn~"

Professor Slughorn was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say for a moment. In the end, he could only start the class dryly: "...Uh, nothing. Okay, okay, students, please take out your scales, medicine bags, and your "Magic Pharmacy and Potion" textbooks..."

Then he talked about the large cauldrons in front of him. Professor Slughorn straightened his chest and the buttons on his vest looked like they were about to break off. "I have prepared several potions to broaden your horizons and test your understanding of potions. These are things you should be able to make after completing the course. I haven't made them myself, but I'm sure I've heard of them... Can anyone tell me what this is?"

Each professor has a different personal teaching style.

Obviously, Slughorn would rather let everyone have an overview first, so as to stimulate some interest in learning potions in the future, and also to test the foundation of the young wizards, and pick out a few who are serious about Potions class, who have at least prepared for the textbook, and read some related extracurricular books.

The bright green potion was swirling in the cauldron, like thick syrup, a bit sticky.

This is basically an easy question, because Professor Snape had assigned us to write a paper on this as our summer homework.

So the test is entirely about the speed of raising your hand.