HP Shavings Wizard

After finding out everything she wanted to know, Alison threw her old father away after using him up.

She kissed Dumbledore's cheek perfunctorily, then sauntered off down the corridor from the side, not knowing where she was going.

She has been elusive lately and has been so busy that she has been taking leave all the time and has even been unable to attend Dumbledore's private class.

Dumbledore didn't know what she was busy with every day in the school. He only knew that she often went to and from the Room of Requirement - because of the privacy of the Room of Requirement, even the headmaster could not use his authority to spy on this room.

The old father vaguely guessed that Alison seemed to be planning something big - a much bigger thing than the time when she knitted woolen socks for Christmas as a surprise without telling him. He asked her several times in an indirect way but only got perfunctory answers.

This little bastard always looks careless on the surface, but he is actually much smarter and more dangerous than many people.

But she is still young and has blood relatives around, so the homesick little beast won't show its fangs easily.

Perhaps one day, this child will truly grow up, and when he wants to leave home...

At that time, I am afraid she will become a powerful existence that is scary, dangerous, elusive, and at the same time charming.

The old principal's deep blue eyes were distant and wise, as if he was recalling the sixteen-year-old blond young man and the laughter of those young people.

Maybe even more powerful than they were back then.

He believed that Alison was now much more powerful than Gellert was at the same age.

……

Room of Requirement.

Riding on a flying broomstick, she quickly shuttled through the complicated staircases and once again walked in a straight line in an arrogant and high-profile manner to the eighth floor. Alison walked back and forth three times across from the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly with a stick, thinking about getting a comfortable empty room where she could meditate quietly.

A very smooth door appeared on the wall.

Alison entered, carefully closing and locking the door.

A fresh scent of herbs hit her face, something Alison had become very familiar with these days.

The room is decorated in a simple and elegant manner.

The walls all around were a soft light blue, with some green plants and herb specimens dotted on the shelves, creating a mix of Ravenclaw's calmness and Hufflepuff's comfort.

The ground is covered with thick white velvet carpet, and walking on it is as soft and comfortable as walking on the clouds.

In the center of the room is a large bed, surrounded by soft sofas, neatly stacked with soft cushions, pillows and dolls. People can lie down as they please, adjust to the most relaxing posture, close their eyes, and lie down completely.

The sunlight shines through the window onto the ground, creating patches of light and shadow. From a distance, the scenery looks like a corner of the Black Lake, but Alison is sure that this room is definitely not this one.

I can only say that the Room of Requirement is really magical.

The Room of Requirement and the people inside it cannot be shown on the magical Marauder's Map. The names of people who enter will disappear directly on the map, as if this is an independent space completely isolated from Hogwarts.

The sounds of the Quidditch team training in the distance were strangely blocked out.

In this silent space with only some white noise, the speed of time seemed to slow down. There was no interference or noise from the outside world, only one's own steady breathing and the perception of the fluctuations in the trajectory of magic power.

Alison threw herself onto the soft, sagging bed and rolled twice. She felt that the bed was like a seductive devil that trapped the little wizard and wouldn't let go.

However, the energetic red-haired little wizard was not sleepy for the time being and did not completely succumb to the temptation.

Business matters.

Alison has been coming here more and more frequently in recent days.

She had already sensed where she came from, and followed the old shadows of time and space that were engraved in her soul in the past, just like sorting out a ball of wool, she found the ends of the thread bit by bit, and found one of the game worlds she had experienced in the past.

Originally this was just an idea, a way to kill time in her spare time and help Dumbledore and Grindelwald with their research which was stuck in a bottleneck - she couldn't fully understand the reasons for her cognitive changes and soul mutations, and it was impossible for her to conduct harmful research on her own soul.

But it may be possible to directly bring the "source" here.

Alison closed her eyes.

When alone, the young demigod had a look of pure indifference on his face as he lightly stretched out his slender hand and made a simple dragging motion.

Through the marks on her body, the data from the broken system, magic as power, divinity and rules as threads, she gradually pulled a world forward through the invisible nothingness in mid-air.

She thought she would never touch the boring world of NPCs, which had no living things but only empty shells.

The power that resonates with the body is gradually approaching.

There are bubbles between the worlds.

However, that kind of semi-real world, which is not fully developed and is roughly equivalent to a holographic game, is still a fragile and false bubble even if the power level is higher and the rules are more obvious.

Now, those bubbles are slowly sticking to the solid barriers of this world's bubble.

……

at the same time.

Principal room.

Fox raised his head vigilantly and looked around, but still could not detect where the abnormal and obscure spatial fluctuations came from.

It seemed to disappear in an instant.

Illusion?

After waiting for a while, there seemed to be nothing unusual. The old phoenix lowered its head suspiciously, and started competing with the cuttlefish bones in the soft and comfortable new bird's nest again with the crisp pecking sound.

Dumbledore also noticed Fawkes's condition just now, but humans' perception of alien space is not as good as that of magical animals like the Phoenix that have innate racial skills.

Seeing Fox lowering his head to play with his toys to pass the time, he also lowered his head to write a letter to his old friend. The beautiful golden-red phoenix feather pen shook out a bright stream of light, gorgeous and dazzling.

The principal's office returned to its former tranquility.

……

Some unknown corner.

The black hood covered the skeleton body. The huge and illusory figure, surrounded by a group of death monsters, the two-headed evil dog of death, and the shadow of death, looked somewhere accurately with silence and emptiness.

If the gaze could penetrate the barriers of the world, the focus of this gaze would be able to extend directly to the approaching new world and the threads of laws that pull it.

That is the law of death that the "God of Death" is extremely familiar with, and it is the same source of power - the law of death.

But He had no intention of interfering.

He is just a concrete creation that obeys the laws of the world and the law of death.

Ambition, possessiveness, territorial awareness...

Those are all things that belong to living things.

Not death itself.

Emptiness, nothingness, dead silence... this is what death represents.

Perhaps there was once a powerful wizard who was able to glimpse the existence of the incarnation of death and recorded a few words, which gradually evolved into the legend of the Three Deathly Hallows, in which the three Peverell brothers made a deal with the god of death.

But as for the "Death" itself...

The Law of Death itself does not covet mortal souls.

As long as you are still in this world, you still exist, you are following the laws and you are a part of the world.

Everyone will die sooner or later, it's just a matter of sooner or later.

But to the world, time doesn't mean much.