HP Shavings Wizard

Staring at the flashing shield gloomily, Grindelwald was forced to recall the tragic "divorce" scene between himself and his lover, and his headache was splitting.

Can't Al just change to a protective spell?

A broken and condemning look was silently cast to the side.

Dumbledore blinked, met his lover's gaze, and remembered that time, and looked away slightly guiltily.

No! He shouldn't feel guilty!

It was obviously Gale who wanted to kill Aurelius first—the child was his nephew by blood...

If anyone should feel sorry for someone, it should be Allison - even though she was just a blood alliance bottle at that time, not a living person.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore calmed down and became more and more confident.

Alison came in at this time, ready to take the next step depending on the situation - either to help kill the monsters, or to help collect her father's still warm body.

A bit of a laugh.

Of course, if we want to open the next level directly now, it is...

Well, my hope of teaching Stinky Daddy a lesson was dashed.

Big bug Duriel! You can't do anything even if I give you a chance?!

As soon as someone comes in, just do it in a few seconds!

Mages are all fragile, and when they are frozen, they will be gone in a few hits!

The little red-haired wizard wrinkled his nose in disdain.

She glanced at Grindelwald's clothes, which were a little messy due to the previous battle and the rubble and dust, as well as the fragile skull fragments and the two NPC mercenary corpses on the ground, and she still laughed at him without hesitation.

"It's rare to see you in such a mess! You deserve it! I told you to just add some extra points! It will get harder from now on, I guarantee you won't be able to beat me!"

Grindelwald's face turned black, as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Shut up!"

It has been many years since he has been so embarrassed by a battle, yet the instigator is gloating over his misfortune.

In the real world, who can really threaten him?

Dumbledore and Alison do have the ability to do so, but they are a family of three and no one will really do it for real.

The old devil who has always been flamboyant and willful has a somewhat gloomy look in his eyes.

He now truly felt the strength of this world. A single attack from the boss would take away half of his health, and the next few levels would obviously be even more difficult.

And this is just the normal difficulty. There are two more difficulty levels, nightmare and hell, needless to say.

If the current situation continues, it will be difficult to complete the game on normal difficulty.

What if he really has to rely on Alison to help him fight? He won't be able to move without Alison in the wild...

Then he would have no place to put his old face...

Thinking of this, Grindelwald's expression became more solemn, but he quickly adjusted himself and was determined to show his toughness.

"What? Are you so proud already? You haven't won yet. We have already won the game."

Alison snorted, but stopped arguing. It was unclear what she was thinking.

Grindelwald got a headache when he saw her bear-like appearance.

However, his previous emo mood caused by the memory of the broken blood alliance was quickly adjusted and recovered - when he thought that the little bastard in front of him who was yelling at him every day was the original blood alliance, he really couldn't feel sad.

The fruit of love is indeed an accident.

It would have been great if I had been as obedient and studious as Al was when he was young, but I turned out to be a naughty and mischievous child...

Exhaling, with a hint of depression between his brows, the old devil strode forward and opened the stone door of the tomb on the steps deep in the room.

Dumbledore collected the items that had dropped from the monsters he had just killed, dodged the small maggots running and wriggling on the ground, and leisurely followed behind with Alison by the hand, looking at the archangel locked deep in the tomb with a slightly curious look in his eyes.

This place is actually much more magical than many places in the wizarding world.

There were braziers arranged in a circle on the ground, one between each other, burning forever.

In the middle is a floating island - if the big rock connected by black chains can be called an island - there is not much space to stand on the island, but there is a huge pillar engraved with runes, which has the effect of suppressing and sealing.

Grindelwald stepped onto the wobbly suspension bridge - there was no water underneath, but lava, which was extremely oppressive.

Although I know that this kind of background will not be stepped on by anyone, it is still a bit scary.

With the same inquiring mindset, he stood in front of the archangel and got very close to him.

The angel of justice Tyrael opened a portal and delivered a plot speech there.

The old devil poked and touched the front very immorally, chanting runic spells, trying to explore it carefully with magic.

You can't really blame him for being curious.

The creature in front of him had no substance at all. It was just a ball of light or a soul covered in armor.

Although everything in the game world could be explained as a matter of rule setting, he was still somewhat curious - the last non-existent creature he knew of that had no entity, would not be born or die, and completely transcended life and death was a Dementor.

Recently, he and Al were studying the soul, so he naturally collected a lot of relevant information. He also read a lot of information about Dementors, a unique creature related to the soul.

Dumbledore seemed to be listening carefully to the cutscenes, and when Tyrael told him to hunt down the Three Lords of Hell, he looked quite serious - he looked like a true savior (the protagonist of the game).

However, after Tyrael finished his instructions, he packed up his things and logged off - it was already very late, and even the bravest man had to go back to the principal's office to sleep.

Dumbledore cast a spell to check the time, and frowned when he saw the late night time displayed.

The old headmaster reminded Professor Grindelwald, who was addicted to the game, in a bossy manner.

"Gail, you have to do the night patrol tonight."

Grindelwald responded without even looking up, then seemed to have thought of something and looked at Alison with ill intent.

"Let Alison take my place, and we'll go back and rest."

Dumbledore paused.

His more obvious conscience told him that this was a waste of work and exploitation of child labor, and Alison had been busy all day from morning till night.

But he also knew that if Gale was free, the two of them could rest together and discuss the future arrangements for this world...

Well, it just so happened that it was Grindelwald's turn, and it just so happened that he had been so busy today...

It was already past midnight and all the other colleagues had gone to bed, so there was no time for a temporary shift change.

As for skipping the night patrol, that is absolutely not possible.

It is a tradition at Hogwarts for professors to keep watch at night to prevent some daring little wizards from "exploring" in the middle of the night.

The secret rooms and passages in the school can be explored openly and slowly with classmates during their free time during the day - Hogwarts also encourages them to pass the time in this way.

In this case, it is easy to imagine what dangerous things are let them explore in the middle of the night.

It's nothing more than the restricted book section of the library, the forbidden forest...

It would definitely not be safe for Filch to patrol the entire castle alone. Not only was the area too large to cover, but he was also a Squib before - he only had magic powers now, but he had not learned any magical knowledge - some young wizards with some strength would naturally have ways to fool him easily.

Invisibility cloak, invisibility potion, disillusionment spell, confusion spell...

The young wizards in the lower grades are not strong enough, and have been warned by their seniors about the dangers of places like Hogwarts. They are in awe of many mysterious things and dare not take risks unless necessary.

The most they did at night was hang out in the kitchen, run around the castle like headless flies, and secretly make plans for a fight.

As for the old hands who have been in the castle for a few more years...

It is these experienced people with some strength who often like to go to dangerous places in the middle of the night to commit suicide.

Those who are good at swimming drown in the water, and those who are good at fighting die in the war.

At this time, the Night Watch Professor is the first line of defense.

There are many black magic books in the restricted area that make noises when touched, and they can barely be considered a backup alarm.

Hagrid is on patrol in the Forbidden Forest, but he is mainly on guard against poachers. After all, there are too many rare magical animals and herbs in the Forbidden Forest.

Conscience and reality are torn apart.

The old principal skillfully suppressed his conscience, smiled, tilted his head and winked at Alison.

You know what I mean?

When Alison heard that her dad was slacking off at work, she looked sullen and grim. But when she saw her dad looking at her, her face instantly turned into a smile and she answered obediently in a voice that was even a little bit sweet.

"Okay, Dad!"

The sound was clamped.

Dumbledore's smile deepened, and he rubbed Alison's head with a smile, said good night, and logged off.

After exploring the second act, the expected plan has been completed.

Although he was a little curious about the "Kurast" in the third act, he also knew that based on the current strength of the teachers and students at Hogwarts, it might be a bit difficult to get through the first act.

The monsters in this game world cannot be easily defeated by simply piling up team kills. In multiplayer online (group in current reality) mode, the monsters' health will increase exponentially accordingly.

Grindelwald looked at Alison's well-behaved appearance, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but let out a wicked smile: "What a good child."

These words were incredibly sarcastic and provocative.

Alison twitched the corners of her mouth in a forced smile.

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Grindelwald also went offline, and the two old fathers returned to the Room of Requirement and slowly walked back to the principal's office from the room.

Dumbledore slowly chatted with Grindelwald about the next arrangements. He wanted to take other professors to experience that world together, and then discuss arranging practical classes...

Actually, I am a little distressed.

The original plan was to let the professors take turns teaching the courses, and then officially arrange new professors for the new semester.

But the teaching task of Hogwarts itself is not easy. It is estimated that no professor can spare too much time to teach practical classes - and everyone needs private rest time. The British attach great importance to social distance and try not to deliberately intrude on other people's private time.

Although the professors themselves can also level up through this, there is a difference between leveling up in a team and watching children...

Dumbledore even wanted to rehire Severus, who had just resigned and fled. Anyway, Severus had always wanted to try the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and the current practical class was actually similar...

...Forget it. My old subordinate has always been diligent and conscientious, and he was pretty miserable in that prophecy book. There's no need to disturb him from enjoying his resigned life with potions.

Frowning and thinking, Dumbledore quickly realized that he couldn't just rely on himself to arrange the teachers...

There are only a few faculty and staff at Hogwarts, and everyone has their own job. There are few idle people, and every penny of salary everyone receives is not earned in vain.

And he must be good at fighting, be able to provide combat guidance, endure fighting and killing every day as a daily routine, and have enough energy and stamina...

Not much really.

Not to mention Hogwarts, even in the wider wizarding world, there aren't many people who are both capable of fighting and have nothing to do.

Most of the strong ones became Aurors or dark wizards (the British specialty also includes Death Eaters). The former already have their own stable jobs with high salaries and bright futures, but the latter - who would dare to let them come to teach?

But the man next to him was once the leader of the Saints...

Although the Saints fanatically believe in Grindelwald and are not afraid of fighting or having blood on their hands, they are not like the Death Eaters, who are fence-sitters of one power or another, or villains who advocate bloody violence and find pleasure in doing evil. A typical example of these is a werewolf like Fenrir Greyback, whose goal in life is to bite as many children as possible and infect as many children as possible.

It just so happened that Grindelwald also wanted to contact his old subordinates and ask them to bring their family members and the forces that once supported him into that world to increase their strength, so that they could enjoy the benefits in advance.

Dumbledore asked tentatively: "Gale, didn't you say before that you wanted to contact your old subordinates...?"

Grindelwald understood the elegant meaning of the music.

This is to borrow his people to take care of the children.

He didn't object.

This is ultimately a two-way choice. Dumbledore has chosen someone, and his saint must be willing to be a professor in order to be patient with the young wizards.

So the two of them talked to each other and actually roughly decided on a series of things that would happen next.

Professor Grindelwald also had the rare opportunity to serve as the headmaster's "good wife".

Under the light of twinkling stars, Dumbledore walked back to the headmaster's office in the dim light and lit a lamp.

Grindelwald skillfully found the letter from the shelf and pulled it out.

The sharp and gorgeous handwriting was just like the still invincible old devil himself, flowing smoothly from the tip of a feather pen made of golden-red phoenix tail feathers that stood upright.

The parchment with a specially printed pattern border was pressed by a rough, wrinkled palm, and the old devil carefully organized his words.

Dumbledore was equally busy - but busy preparing a midnight snack, or rather the dinner they had skipped.

The Elder Wand tapped the table silently, then contacted the house-elf who was still in the kitchen to deliver the meal.

There is always dinner earlier, but after midnight, all I can do is to get two fast food staples as soon as possible.

Two slices of buttered bread with quickly fried bacon and barbecue sauce make the bacon sandwich, a classic British snack.

There is also a plate of high-calorie bacon pasta sprinkled with pepper, which exudes a warmth that is particularly comfortable on cold nights.

The written letter was put aside and waited to be mailed from the owl shed tomorrow morning. Dumbledore poured a cup of hot honey tea and smiled as he pushed over a midnight snack, which just took the place where Grindelwald had been writing the letter.