HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 345 Acquaintance

In the audience seats, one can clearly see the holographic projection maze, as well as two deliberately arranged additional task locations. Furong is busy around a dilapidated house, and it looks like she will have to wait for a while.

Alison was too sleepy to wait and see how many points Fleur, one of her "rivals," scored.

It's just a game, what's there to worry about?

The two old fathers had no intention of waiting here any longer.

Given their status, it is a courtesy to foreign guests to abide by the rules of the game, and it is only natural that they do not abide by the rules of the game.

Dumbledore whispered a greeting to Bagman, then held out his hand to Alison: "Come on, let's go back and rest."

As a result, Grindelwald next to him took her hand.

"..."

Alison glared at the stinky daddy.

However, since it was rare that I had to use up more magic power, the desire to take a nap still prevailed.

She chose not to bother with her daddy for the time being.

Do you care about the future?

What a joke, she is calculating every moment!

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

The villain takes revenge from morning to night.

……

The three returned to the principal's office.

It was still cold in late February.

There was a warm fire burning in the fireplace, and a plate of snacks and two cups of hot tea were placed on the table.

Everything was fresh, there was no need to worry about fire snakes forming in the fireplace, and it was nice to have house-elves—of course, “nice” was only to have them as free servants.

...I really miss the Fire Ash Snake Party.

Over a hundred years ago, when there were camps and dark wizards everywhere, it would have been nice to be able to bond with my family.

Back then, she had offended the number one gang in the gaming world. The Fire Ash Snakes had camps everywhere, hundreds of combat black wizards, and even giant dragons.

...As a result, she killed them all in an hour.

But it doesn’t matter, monsters will spawn anyway.

But it’s really boring now that no one comes to school to cause trouble!

Maybe I should have shown some mercy to the unlucky senior and made him a BOSS that could be refreshed N times?

Alison curled up on the sofa closest to the fireplace, wrapped herself in a blanket, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

It's great to be young, just fall asleep.

Dumbledore looked at Alison's defenseless appearance, with a smile in his eyes.

He picked up a piece of dessert, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Life is still beautiful~

Especially after the comparison with certain prophecy books.

Grindelwald picked up a book that was on the table and had been placed on the desk before the game. He continued to turn to the page with the bookmark, sat next to Dumbledore, and leaned against the backrest to flip through the book like an old man.

The two of them whispered from time to time, talking about something intimately.

……

Alison had a dream.

Maybe she was too sorry that she didn't have enough fun on Driya Island.

In the nonsensical dream, she walked to the center of the maze alone, gave a love Avada to the eight-eyed giant spider next to her, and then touched the glittering...

Goblet of Fire.

It still feels like there is a hook hooked on my belly button.

The portkey spun madly, dragging the man with it, and disappeared.

When I stepped onto the ground again, I could see that the surrounding area was a dark cemetery, overgrown with weeds, desolate and silent.

In the distance was a small church, and a fine house that was considered middle class in a Muggle village…

In the darkness, a short and fat figure walked over. He was wearing a hood and his face could not be seen clearly. He was holding something, looking like a villain boss who was the mastermind behind the scenes.

But it doesn't matter.

No one can act like this in front of the players.

And she probably knew what she was dreaming about.

Damn, is this what you think about during the day and dream about at night?

So Alison took the lead and snatched the line in a cold voice before the other party could react.

"Avada Kedavra--"

Voldemort on the opposite side was stunned, and the lines he was about to say were stuck.

A bright green light pierced Voldemort's glowing red eyes.

Wormtail, who was holding him, opened his eyes wide, then fell down with a heavy, unwilling and unbelievable look, and Voldemort was thrown heavily to the ground together with him.

There was dead silence all around.

There was a huge snake slithering around, trying to bite her.

Alison used the Imperius Curse to control Nagini.

Nagini made a hissing sound, as if she was resisting subconsciously.

But it's of no use.

Alison hummed happily, buzzing like a little bee, and stepped on the baby bundle on the ground.

This thing is slimy, like a curled-up baby, with dark red skin and scale-like patterns on its body. Its limbs hang limply, and it looks harmless, with a flat snake face and red eyes...

The little thing looks quite unique.

The little red-haired wizard looked at Voldemort for a moment and gave him an evil smile that belonged to a naughty child.

Voldemort suddenly felt a fear he had never felt before.

The girl he was facing was definitely not an ordinary girl.

This is a more powerful and evil existence!

"who are you?"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded.

The darkness of this scene is just right for...

Allison suddenly got naughty, so she lowered her voice and answered in the same hoarse voice: "I am Batman."

Batman? Batman? What the hell?

Voldemort, who was originally questioning and thinking seriously, was now confused.

But this is not important.

Alison picked up the clean corner of the baby's bundle that she had just stepped on with disgust.

Maybe he should just let Nagini carry him along?

Thanks to Wormtail, who did a great job as a nanny, even though Alison was happily swinging the baby bag around, the weak Voldemort didn't really fall out of the bag.

Voldemort felt insulted like never before.

He, the great Dark Lord, had actually fallen to the point of being toyed with by a minor!

But he couldn't resist because he was too weak.

Alison decided to be kind and continue Wormtail's part of the job.

Of course, only partially.

She happily strolled to a giant crucible not far away that was big enough to hold an adult, waved her yew wand, and ignited a well-controlled fierce fire at the bottom of the crucible.

Okay, enough of the real work!

Next is free time!

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, causing the potion in the pot to quickly begin to boil.

Voldemort looked at the scene before him and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Those were clearly the potions and cauldrons he had asked Wormtail to prepare for the resurrection ceremony...

Alison first directed Nagini, who was under the control of the Imperius Curse, to crawl in and take a hot bath.

As soon as it touched the surface of the hot stone crucible, Nagini let out a painful roar, but under the control of the Imperius Curse, she ignored the pain and crawled in obediently, but her tail instinctively slapped the water surface.

The little red-haired wizard had no sympathy for the little friend who had heard that her cousins ​​were probably warming each other up.

After all, they have completely turned into snakes.

But then again, if she hadn't turned into a snake, she wouldn't have shown mercy.

Cousin? Who is that? Her father didn’t even have time to pay respect to him during the summer vacation.

Under Alison's focused gaze as she explored whether the Horcrux would die, Nagini struggled helplessly, but could only allow herself to be slowly cooked by the boiling water.

He can barely be considered a "servant", but not a "person".

Half and half~

Just turn a blind eye and let it go.

Then Alison picked up a stick and casually dug up some mud under her feet.

Father's bones?

It should have been mixed into the soil of old Riddle's grave, so the soil cannot be left there.

This man is also miserable. He was drugged by a witch, and his entire family was killed by his son. Now even the corpse is almost not spared...

Because she was carrying a baby bag, Voldemort could clearly see the potion formula that the naughty child DIY...

Alison used a stick to carefully select a line in the mud...

earthworm.

Of course, if you want something that sounds better and is more classy, ​​you can also call it an earth dragon.

...Earth dragons are also dragons.

And Voldemort was almost broken.

He would rather Alison killed him right away than be tortured like this.

Put earthworms? How disgusting!

Alison threw the stick and the worms she had picked up into the cauldron and stewed them with the snake.

There is even a faint smell of meat.

Voldemort also smelled it, but at this moment he would rather his weak body had no sense of smell.

The naughty child hummed happily and threw Voldemort and the baby bag in neatly.

The Dark Lord sank, letting out a heart-wrenching scream.

The red-haired little wizard ignored the strange movement in the crucible and threw another "Unforgivable Vegetable" into it - in fact, it was a biting cabbage, which was too unforgivable, and it was completely an Unforgivable Curse among herbs - and then used Transfiguration to transform a large iron lid and cover the crucible.

There was a gurgling sound coming from the crucible, and faintly there could be heard some desperate wails.

Hey! Durable and heat-resistant material, needs to be stewed more.

Alison pretended not to hear the strange noise.

Perhaps because it did not meet the magical conditions, the transparent liquid, like water, did not change color from beginning to end, but only exuded a strong meaty aroma.

Voldemort is ripe.

In a physical sense.

Or together with his own Horcrux, his soul was boiled out.

Loving each other and becoming one, the original soup is transformed into the original food, that belongs to it.

The taste feels more and more fragrant.

Alison stood next to the crucible and thought about life for a moment. She took out the seasonings she used to cook from the corner of her backpack - a bottle of salt and a bottle of pepper - then lifted the lid a little and stuffed the bottles in.

The seasoning and the aroma of meat mixed together produced a wonderful chemical reaction.

It smells even better.

Surrounding the crucible, Alison hummed an unknown tune happily in the cemetery.

"One bowl will whet your appetite, two bowls will protect your kidneys. After three or five bowls, I guarantee your face will be red in white, black in red, black, green, blue, purple, and pink, and it will be so beautiful."

It should have been a very scary scene, but with the naughty kid chanting like a spell, it actually had some... comedic effect.

The beginning is similar, but the content and spells are created freely.

This is good.

We can’t limit the imagination of young people!

In the dream, Dumbledore seemed to sense something was wrong - Harry reflected that the Goblet of Fire had disappeared, Moody was in an abnormal state, and the Dark Mark on Snape's arm was gradually disappearing - and relying on the traces of the portkey and his understanding of his old students, he controlled the fake Moody and led some members of the Order of the Phoenix to the cemetery in Little Hangleton.

This was the strange scene that Dumbledore and members of the Order of the Phoenix saw when they arrived at the cemetery.