HP Shavings Wizard

Over the past few days, Alison became more and more elusive, only showing up at mealtimes, and running to sit next to Dumbledore and Grindelwald to eat.

Professor Grindelwald looked lazy, with his chin supported by one hand and the other hand casually fiddling with the food on the plate - as if he was going to eat, but also as if he simply had no appetite and didn't want to waste food.

Headmaster Dumbledore ate and chatted with him, occasionally glancing at Alison who was sitting next to him.

However, Alison, who had been very busy recently, didn't notice her old father's gaze at all. She just buried her head in eating, looking a little dazed and absent-minded.

Grindelwald noticed Alison's abnormality and observed her for a while without making any noise. Then he suddenly asked, "What's wrong with you? What have you been doing secretly these days?"

Dumbledore also put down the cutlery in his hand, raised his head and looked at Alison with concern and worry.

Under this gaze, Alison was not at all intimidated, and habitually retorted: "I am a grown-up, isn't it normal for me to have some little secrets of my own?!"

The old devil raised his eyebrows, a hint of smile flashed in his eyes: "... a normal little secret?"

Normal ghost.

If he remembered correctly, Alison's "little secrets" were usually related to "making trouble", and the two could even be equated.

Moreover, he had been feeling that there was an unusual aura about Alison these past few days, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He narrowed his eyes and studied Alison, trying to find the answer from the little bastard.

Alison put her fingertips together, changed the subject, glanced at Dumbledore suggestively, and a sly smile appeared on her face: "I think that the two dark wizards in the evil camp should sometimes unite to face the outside world and squeeze out the one in the good camp first..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, who was blamed for the misfortune, with a playful look.

Dumbledore gave him a helpless look in return.

These two guys are really a cause for concern.

But he also knew that Alison was just teasing him on purpose and would never really exclude her beloved father.

But this evasive attitude doesn't seem like a good thing...

Grindelwald smiled and said, "What? Are you still worried about what that little bastard did behind your back?"

Dumbledore sighed: "Aren't you worried about her?"

"Why worry? She's always very measured in her actions. Besides, even if she does something serious, don't we have her back?" Grindelwald shrugged casually, his eyes fixed on Alison. "I think this little bastard's behavior is becoming more and more like you."

Even though he has a lot of plans, he always pretends to be innocent and stupid.

The old principal didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you praising me or insulting me? You were almost the same before, right?"

The old devil raised the corner of his lips and glanced at him with a burning gaze: "Of course, we are a perfect match."

"..."

Dumbledore's ears warmed.

"Ahem, eat your meal."

Easily seeing through his shyness, Grindelwald smiled triumphantly.

Alison was sitting next to them, so she could clearly see the two of them being so affectionate, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Wasn't it originally intended to get to the bottom of her matter?

She was waiting to keep the secret and then wrap it up and show it off in the afternoon.

As a result, the two of them flirted again...

She was like a dog passing by the roadside, being kicked for no reason.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald naturally noticed Alison's reaction, but they both chose to ignore it tacitly.

The best way to deal with naughty children is to ignore them.

Sure enough, Alison's expression became even more aggrieved, and she seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The two adults continued chatting as if no one was around.

If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go to the mountain.

Simple disregard cannot defeat shamelessness.

The little red-haired wizard moved his chair and hugged Dumbledore's arm tightly while he was eating.

The old principal suddenly felt his arm sink. He looked down and saw his daughter looking at him pitifully.

"..."

Dumbledore's heart softened instantly.

"……What's wrong?"

Alison leaned against him and acted shamelessly: "I want a kiss from daddy! I've been busy with things lately, and I'm a little tired!"

Dumbledore sighed halfway through his meal, wiped his mouth, and leaned down to give Alison a quick kiss on the forehead.

Grindelwald rolled his eyes at this behavior of being tough for only three seconds before spoiling the child.

As soon as Alison saw her father's expression, she immediately smiled smugly and started making faces, feeling like a villain who had succeeded.

"Slightly, slightly, slightly, slightly~"

Grindelwald immediately went to tickle her.

Alison couldn't stop laughing because of the tickling. She quickly hid behind Dumbledore: "Hahahahahaha…Daddy, help me!"

The old principal maintained his smiling mask as he watched the two of them making a fuss around him.

These two childish guys are like this from time to time. I don’t know if their combined age is ten years.

Sometimes he felt that he was not facing a family like a husband and daughter, but that he was raising two naughty children alone...

After a while, Grindelwald finally stopped, and the winner leaned back in his chair with his head held high like a victorious rooster.

"Little bastard, can't I cure you?!"

Alison, who was panting from laughing, simply recovered. She looked unconvinced, sneered, and said harshly: "Just wait! You will have to beg me later!"

The old devil snorted lightly and said sarcastically, "Oh? Then I'll wait and see, and wait for good news. I want to see how you plan to use your little prank to make me beg you."

Having said that, Grindelwald was actually a little curious, nervous and alert.

Alison always has a lot of clever ideas, who knows what tricks she will come up with this time.

However, he still pretended to be disdainful on the surface and had no intention of letting the little bastard get proud.

Dumbledore, the real patriarch, interrupted the fight between father and daughter with a headache and urged the two childish kids to eat quickly.

Alison hurriedly took two bites of the lamb chops.

The old headmaster gently wiped the sauce off the corner of her mouth, and then seeing his daughter smiling brightly, he got up eagerly and went to Gryffindor to find Harry, her chosen little follower.

Looking at the hurried figure from afar, the old father couldn't help shaking his head. He always felt attached before, but now he felt a little empty in his heart.

She was flirting with me one second, and ran to find Harry the next. She is such a child, so moody...