HP Shavings Wizard

"Wow! This version is still too advanced, so wild!"

Looking at the timid people who were living a good life, and the American soldiers who were passing freely from time to time, Allison let out a sad sigh.

Several people from China also came over and looked at the newspapers on the stall.

Apart from a few Taoist priests in the Tianshi Temple in Longhu Mountain who did not pay much attention to the recent news, several people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs knew about it a long time ago. After all, China also has an embassy in its daily life.

Emmm...

According to the intelligence collected by China during this period, the Chinese government has completely become a puppet, or a colony, of the United States. It does not even pretend to be anything, and even its military Self-Defense Forces have been completely handed over.

Many little wizards from various countries who were watching the show behind them also secretly glanced at the adults' expressions, sneaked over to grab a few newspapers to share, and since they couldn't understand Japanese, they guessed the general meaning based on the pictures.

Smith did not care about his godson bringing shame to a foreign country, nor did he intend to stop those foreign and domestic wizarding children with harsh words. He just walked over briskly, picked up a newspaper and read through the official accusations with the same interest, just as if he was watching a monkey show for fun.

Alison nodded, told a joke, and humorously commented on the current situation of her life. She completely acquiesced to the American government's direct takeover of the Japanese magic institute and cooperation with them, and no longer bringing in native Japanese wizards.

"I see. So this is the American branch. It's understandable that so many Americans go to school here. They shouldn't be called international students because this is the homeland - it's just that Xiao Ri is so bold that they actually built their capital on a foreign military base!"

Chinese people: Sorry, we are all professionally trained and we will never laugh unless we can't help it!

In the face of the harsh comments, Smith laughed out loud without mercy.

The only person injured was Sang Muli who was following him.

His face flushed and he felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't show it. He could only stand there and pretend that he heard nothing.

Alison turned another page.

China, Russia officially announce joint military exercises in the Pacific

The curiosity in her strange eyes became more and more obvious. She looked at the adults and the Russians who seemed to be enjoying the show in the crowd with surprise.

The portal hasn't even been truly opened to allow complete integration of wizards and Muggles, but the Muggle world has already become so chaotic.

There was no preparation for a war, but America's previous action of directly taking over its godson, the Self-Defense Forces, was like dropping a small bomb into the undercurrent of the situation, causing everyone to keep making small moves.

One is to show muscle, the other is for resources.

The pie that Alison once painted for Britain is now being fought over by several other major powers.

The bottom of the Pacific Ocean...

Those few small pieces of land must be very rich and colorful.

After all, the area ratio of land and ocean on the blue planet is 3:7.

After a quick flip through it, she had an idea of ​​the current situation in the Muggle world in the Far East. She couldn't help but smile, looking up at Smith, and her words were not polite.

"Due to the need for magic exchange and to investigate Xiaozi's environment, although the foreign school will not be fully open to Xiaozi until the students of the magic school have completed their basic magic knowledge, we believe that both sides still hope to maintain a certain degree of communication with each other."

She is asking for a unilateral channel that all countries can enter here.

Smith could probably guess that she was on guard against America, but was not ready to give up communication and arrangements. He looked at her with his eyes as if they were condensed and intersected, and readily agreed: "Of course, this is also necessary."

Since the portal was opened under the pretext of magical communication, it was originally intended to be opened. In a sense, this was a price Smith had anticipated.

There is still customs control at the gate anyway, it’s just that the traffic is more convenient, which muddies the waters.

Do you think that since China is so close, is it possible to come directly here with a portkey?

The biggest one can’t be prevented anymore, so who cares!

And it’s not all about the cost, either.

The layout of the Japanese Magic House and even Tokyo, the harmony and prosperity of witchcraft and hemp, will be enough to attract foreign magical knowledge exchanges, as well as...

Attract talents and immigrate to America.

If you seize the opportunity, you can use various means to attract a group of ready-made wizard elites.

The top three have all long been using magic through their own means, and now that it has become more popular, it naturally depends on one's own ability.

After getting a general understanding of the situation, Allison lost interest in wandering around when she saw the American soldiers all over the streets. She returned to her uninterested look, put down the newspaper, and was about to go back to Hogwarts.

Originally, she wanted to visit the British Embassy in Japan - the British government had previously called up expatriates, specially awakened their magic powers, and equipped them with door keys that could go to the nearest portal at any time, and also gave them a spell textbook as an official benefit - but there were so many messy people around her, she was a little disappointed, and decided not to go, intending to let them fight it out among themselves.

Before leaving, she did not forget to go to France and talk to the Alchemy Association, asking them to use the X-ray machines in the Muggle world to detect contraband and submit them to the customs of various countries.

As for the French guys from the Alchemy Association, they all looked at her with an expression of exhaustion from working overtime...

Well, she didn't see it.

Alison even went to St. Mungo's Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry and talked to them about the addictive problems of drugs and infectious diseases in the Muggle world. She hoped that they would work with therapists from other countries to come up with a treatment method as soon as possible, whether it was through spells or potions.

Compared to the alchemists who have been working overtime recently, researching everything and moving bricks wherever they are needed, the therapists are much more idle and more eager to work.

Because of the special nature of this God-given land, many internal and external injuries, missing limbs, and missing parts can all be resurrected in the camp through that kind of killing therapy, making everything new.

As long as you are conscious and able to change your job, most mental problems can be solved naturally by upgrading through power leveling and improving your mental attributes.

This resulted in many injured people - including those like Neville's parents who had suffered amnesia due to the Cruciatus Curse - recovering and being discharged from the hospital.

This must be a good thing.

However, there are even more therapists than patients at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow, which makes it seem a bit redundant.

Moreover, those simple treatment methods are not difficult to use, and many people can treat their relatives and friends themselves, which has caused a significant drop in hospital income.

Originally, this previously stable job was going to be laid off and have its salary cut, but Alison stopped it. Now they have been assigned the task of conducting research on relevant case data in conjunction with the British government.

As for the salary, it is naturally the British government that wants to attract professional talents that is responsible for the subsidy. If the problems related to infectious diseases and drugs can be solved, the British government's spending in this area over the years can save a lot of money, and the salary for the therapists is just a drop in the bucket.

The integration of the two sides, which can cure more people and save more families, is what both the wizarding world and the Muggle world need. Moreover, therapists also need something new to expand their thinking and horizons.

After finishing her work, Alison slipped back to the principal's office and lazily lay on the sofa.

She felt that what she was doing was coordinating resources from all parties and sending the right people to the right places...

Why does she look more and more like her father?

Dumbledore was working in his office, always gentle and elegant. After he finished dealing with the letter in his hand, he looked up at Alison and asked with a smile, "Are you done?"

Alison hummed a nasal "hmm", the sound was muffled and sounded very tired.

Seeing his daughter's lazy look, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing, but still asked with concern: "What's wrong? What happened? Is it not going well?"

Logically speaking, this was just a routine contact with the magic school in the Far East. There were also examples from other schools before...

Originally, Grindelwald, who was more familiar with Xiaoshi, should have come forward, but the appointment time was on a weekday, and Grindelwald was still in class, so Alison took over.

The little red-haired wizard stretched his body, twisted his neck, and recounted the outrageous operations in his daily life. He still found it magical: "The people who came to the Japanese magic institute for 'exchange' were all American 'international students' - in fact, they were American soldiers stationed in Japan. The entire Japanese magic institute, even Tokyo, was full of Americans."

"...?!"

After hearing this, Dumbledore couldn't help but be stunned by this unconventional operation.

So the Japanese Institute of Magic has now become an American branch controlled by the American No-Maj government?

Because they had to cooperate with the Far East, with which they had little contact before, and because Professor Pavlovich of Russia had mentioned that some countries on the fringes of the international wizarding world were already highly tied to their respective Muggle communities, Dumbledore had extra knowledge of the situation in the Far East.

Although America had previously controlled their lives, at least the government and the wizarding world still maintained superficial peace. I didn't expect that now they would tear each other apart without any concealment.

The old principal thought for a moment, took a sip of black tea, and felt the warm tea warming his stomach little by little.

"And what happened next? How did you deal with the conflict in the Muggle world? It has affected the wizarding world. Although it is a good thing to actively want to integrate, this kind of behavior..."

Alison lazily stretched out on the couch.

"We have temporarily restricted Japanese wizards from coming here to exchange ideas, but we can go. I don't care whether they are American No-Maj or Japanese, but it's too much to allow adults in their thirties and forties to freely enter and leave a magic school where they are all minors - especially since the reputation of those American soldiers is not very good. I heard that sexually transmitted diseases and drug addiction are very common..."

Dumbledore frowned and his expression became serious: "Sexually transmitted disease? Drug addiction?"

Well, the old principal has been pure in love all his life, pure as can be, and his only CP is his passionate male confidant from his youth. He totally cannot understand how an infectious disease like that could come out, and how he could become addicted to drugs...

And it is even more unacceptable for such a person to enter Hogwarts.

It is true that he is tolerant, but that does not mean he would allow outsiders to harm his underage students.

Alison struggled on the sofa and tried to move, blinking her eyes and explaining the solution to her father in detail.

"I asked the Chinese side to be responsible for the review - their Muggle community has experience in this area, and they are also one of the interested parties - and I also asked the Alchemy Association to see if they can make equipment for Muggle customs to detect contraband. St. Mungo's has also been notified to let them study these Muggle issues."

"The American No-Maj government also used its relationship with Xiao Rizi to take away another teleportation scroll, and I acquiesced. A controlled outflow of a teleportation portal won't cause any trouble, and having another big country research these things can also put some pressure on the British government."

She handled it properly, and Dumbledore felt relieved. He put down his teacup and lowered his eyes to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes.

After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Thank you for your hard work. You must be tired, Ellie."

Judging from the results, everything is moving in a good direction, even far exceeding his and Gail's expectations.

Alison said it lightly, but how could it be simple and easy to balance the interests of all parties, maintain an ambiguous attitude between countries, and unite all forces with interests and threats?

Because of his and Gale's worries, regrets in their youth, and attention to witchcraft and muggle issues, Alison was willing to spend her energy on doing these things, so that her fathers would not have to see the rapid development of technology, the Muggle invasion of the wizarding world, and the related research on magic in the future.

Sensing her father's distressed attitude, Alison was of course...

She started to act like a spoiled brat, exaggerate the facts, and ask for kisses and hugs from her dad.

She is the type of person who will get involved even if things are unreasonable, but she is not the kind of person who will silently make sacrifices behind others' backs.

"I'm so, so tired! And I feel like my brain is on fire! I want a hug from daddy! And I want to eat all of daddy's candy collection!"

Dumbledore laughed helplessly, but still quickly stood up, moved from behind the desk to sit on the sofa with her, hugged her lovingly, kissed her forehead, and patted the child's back rhythmically again and again.

"Okay, hug... But you still can't eat too much sugar. You've already drunk two bottles of my tooth-healthy potion this month! Don't think I don't know that you must have bought a few bottles privately. This stuff is a potion after all, and you can't abuse it to drink it as a beverage!"

"…At most, you can have one more piece of cranberry jam pie today—but you have to eat the broccoli first. You can't be picky about food."

Allison closed her eyes and hummed, and her father's gentle nagging and subsequent soft lullaby helped to ease her inner irritability and destructive desire for all the things that prevented her from seeing her blood relatives.

Slowly, the little red-haired wizard half-lying on the sofa, felt sleepy and fell asleep.