HP Shavings Wizard

An old, bald gatekeeper appeared at the Rogue Camp.

Between the half-hanging brown hair on both sides of his Mediterranean hair, the flesh on his cheeks was sunken into deep wrinkles, making him look a little fierce.

However, the green wizard robe that partially exposed his waist made this man look ridiculous, like a clown providing a source of laughter.

Filch was too busy scolding the seemingly prank costume change. He looked around the unfamiliar environment, feeling a little overwhelmed, and also panicked at having been away from Mrs. Norris for too long.

When his eyes fell on the petrified skinny cat in Alison's arms, his heart finally settled down.

Alison crouched down and removed the petrification spell from the poor little animal.

"The curse stops immediately!"

As soon as Mrs. Norris recovered, she was furious. She didn't dare to attack Alison, but subconsciously took a few quick and light steps and jumped to Filch's feet.

This cat, hated by many young wizards, faced her owner with a soft expression of attachment, and was then carefully picked up by Filch.

He used the wizard's staff as a crutch to support his body.

Don't mention it, this thing really looks like...

Alison ignored the sad use of the new equipment that was exactly the same as the one in her hand, and just stared at Filch with the seriousness of a test subject.

"Do you see a blue ball in your field of vision? In the lower right corner..."

Filch didn't understand, but nodded.

The little red-haired wizard nodded with satisfaction, his eyes sparkling.

"That's magic - you can leave the safe zone, go to the bridge over there, and try the fire bomb that comes with the mage profession."

After a moment of stiff silence, Filch felt his heart beating violently and a psychedelic feeling like a dream surrounded him.

He walked to the bridge as lightly as if he was walking on clouds, and tried to communicate the skill tree and send out fire bombs as Allison said.

Maybe he is quite clever and has some talent.

After holding it in for a moment, a fire bomb emerged from the long staff that Filch was holding tightly, and landed on the stone railings beside the bridge, making a muffled sound of flames.

He looked at the staff in his hand in disbelief.

Completely different from what he was used to seeing in the wizarding world.

But so what?

At least, he has magic now! He can do magic!

...He can really use magic.

Although it was just a small fire bomb, it was enough to make him ecstatic. Even if he only knew this one, he was no longer a dud!

The ridicule, jealousy, misery, struggles of the past... all seemed to float away from him at this moment. Filch felt relaxed all over, and when he turned his head to look at the "culprit", his eyes were full of gratitude and endless thanks.

Alison didn't care much about his emotions, whether positive or negative.

She just lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then ordered, "You just wait in the camp - you can get familiar with the environment and people, but don't cross the river, the monsters on the other side may hurt your cat - I'm going to find my dad to come and take a look."

Filch nodded, hugged his Mrs. Norris, and sat down on the grass near the warm campfire in the camp.

Alison logged off and left the Room of Requirement again.

But at this moment, she tilted her head back and drank a small sip of Felicis—not much, probably just a few drops, enough for the action later, but not enough to make her controlled.

Slowly but surely, a familiar and extremely uplifting feeling flowed through her body, as if endless opportunities were within her reach.

There was an illusion that made her feel that she could do anything, nothing was a problem, and everything she had to do was easy...

A dense web like a spider's weave appeared in her mind, outlining and lighting up every node of her sudden plan, and then quickly extending and intertwining with the others...

The spider web grew bigger and bigger, until it encompassed the entire future.

Alison closed her eyes, her breathing quick and greedy.

When she opened her eyes again, her eyes were calm and she concentrated, actively activating the predictive ability of her transparent right eye.

[Many people came in and out of the oval blue portal.]

[The environment around the portal was changing rapidly, and the people coming and going all looked different. From what Alison saw and could recognize, there was not only the familiar background of Hogwarts, but also the streets of Hogsmeade Village, the commercial streets of London, the street scenes with German words written on the corners of Berlin, Germany, and the squares in China with a sense of fireworks...]

The vast amount of information flashed by in just a few seconds, but the senses mobilized and concentrated by the elixir, as well as Alison's own memory and analytical ability, captured everything she wanted to know.

The little red-haired wizard exhaled lightly, and his transparent right eye, which had been a little dazed and empty just now, regained its vitality.

She knew the result.

I also know the way forward.

……

At this time, because the previous act of kidnapping Mrs. Norris and threatening Filch was too blatant, it was obvious that the portrait had skillfully informed Dumbledore that his daughter was causing trouble again.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both in the headmaster's office at this time, preparing to enjoy the English afternoon tea on the weekend.

Dumbledore had already counted out three sugar cubes from the paper box and was about to put them into his wonderful honey tea. When he heard the portrait's message saying that Alison had done something outrageous again, his hands trembled.

The unfortunate sugar cubes made a crisp sound and fell onto the table one by one, flashing the scattered gleam of fine-grained sugar on the white stone floor.

The old principal's brows were furrowed deeply.

He consoled himself by finding some joy in the midst of suffering.

Perhaps he should be thankful that, at least under his nose, Alison was relatively well behaved and hadn't done anything murderous or arsonous.

...Although in a sense it is also quite bad for a fourteen-year-old wizard to have a bottom line so low as not to commit such things as murder and arson.

Forget it, the point now is that Alison kidnapped Mrs. Norris and held Filch hostage with the cat.

What kind of confusing behavior is this?

Alison usually ignores the existence of Squibs - this should be because Grindelwald didn't get it right. But fortunately, for Dumbledore's sake, she won't slaughter those "non-magic people" at will.

No matter how courageous Filch is or how domineering he is, he would never go in front of the devil to show his presence.

He still knows clearly who can be bullied and who cannot be bullied.

So, what is this song about now?

In Dumbledore's impression, these two people should not have any intersection that would require Alison to catch the cat and threaten.

But his daughter has done too many things that were beyond his expectations.

I remember that at noon, Alison took Harry away, and Hermione and Ron were also taken to the Room of Requirement and never came out...

The old headmaster confirmed with the portraits again that Harry and his friends had indeed not come out of the Room of Requirement.

Dumbledore sighed and could only stand up.

It's time to mind my own business again.

Maybe it's cleaning up the mess.