hp dumbledore's death march

Albus was a little strange, his instincts told him what was going to happen, his bright blue eyes staring piercingly at the road ahead, but all the same, no voice could help him, and he didn't need anyone's sympathy.

"I have no choice," Albus thought calmly.

His eyes dimmed for a moment, and Fawkes gave a short, uneasy cry, rousing him from the state.

Albus glanced at it with a smile out of the corner of his eye, and said softly, "I'm not that fragile. What's more." Dumbledore looked longingly and energetically into the distance: "Gryffindor, never lacking in courage, isn't it?" ?"

Dumbledore looked like a 20-year-old at this moment, and at that moment, he returned from the momentum he hadn't shown since he matured, and his eyes flashed as if they would make all the ladies marvel. All collectors can't help but want to pocket, hide, and admire the most precious sapphires for themselves.Let off dazzling brilliance.

Without hesitation, he strode down this path that made his gut feel uneasy.

"What will it be?" Albus murmured with interest.

Fate didn't seem to intend to play tricks on him this time, it quickly revealed the answer to Dumbledore and showed him an elusive smile.

It's just that the answer this time confuses Albus.

Sitting in the distance was a child with dazzling blond hair, who was working hard with his back to him, and the golden color stung Albus' eyes for a moment, but he was sure and sure, he had never met Such a young friend.As for the enemy, Albus pondered for a while, then raised his head in confusion, he shouldn't be so crazy as to attack the child.

However, Albus's expression became serious, and his expression became serious. How could such a child be here at the age when he should be taken care of and loved by his parents.Thinking of this, Albus's expression became softer and warmer, and he stepped closer and closer with light steps.

This time Dumbledore knew what he was doing.He is drawing.

The child was so absorbed in his own world that he ignored the people around him.

Albus knelt down and watched him seriously smearing on the ground, erasing with dissatisfaction from time to time, thinking about revising.That little grown-up look was really cute in Dumbledore's eyes.He couldn't help laughing out loud.

The child who was painting raised his head unhappily, not very happy, and seemed to say angrily, "You disturbed me."

"Sorry?" The second after Albus subconsciously answered, he met a pair of blue eyes, which looked like a whirlpool, and he couldn't help but look at each other, and he didn't look away for a long time.

There was joy in the child's eyes, and he raised his little head triumphantly.Signaling Albus to continue.

"Hmm..." Albus hesitated, he hesitated to continue, and he quickly made a decision "Can you tell me your name?"

The moment Dumbledore finished speaking, Dumbledore regretted it, because the child's cute little face suddenly collapsed, and shock and disappointment burst out of his big blue eyes.Probably because of his young age, his mouth pouted unconsciously, and his round face flushed with excitement.

Actually, it's pretty cute now.Albus thought calmly and a little immorally.

"We can get to know each other again." Dumbledore smiled and showed his white teeth. He stood up straight involuntarily, and suddenly found that the boy in front of him had straightened up before reaching his waist. He bent down embarrassingly and stretched out his hand. "Albus Dumbledore, nice to meet you." He really kept saying these words these days, and Albus couldn't help being lost again.

The boy stretched out his hand viciously in dissatisfaction, intentionally smearing the colorful paint into Dumbledore's hand, Albus followed him indulgently, the boy was happy, and said "Gellert" he After a pause, he said "Dumbledore" mischievously.

Gellert happily watched Albus widen his eyes in astonishment, he couldn't hide his shock and thought about it and said, "That's really, fate." Gellert looked at Albus with complicated emotions and choked out such a sentence, " giggling" laughed.The crisp, childlike voice overwhelmed Albus, who loves children.

Then Albus let himself go and stroked the soft blond hair of the boy who called himself Gellert Dumbledore.

Then, Gellert stopped his voice in shock.Unable to hold back his anger, he used his foot to smear the painting that Albus hadn't had time to look at.

And then, Gellert was stunned by his childish and ridiculous behavior, he didn't speak, quietly faced the wall and thought about his younger and younger soul since he used this young skin.Let Gellert deeply worry about his future.

Albus looked worriedly at Gellert's expression as if he had been struck by lightning, and lightly patted him on the back. After recovering, Gellert slipped into Dumbledore's arms. They were all red, with crystal clear tears swirling inside, with a mournful expression on his face, and his exquisite facial features now made him look even more pitiful.

Gellert Playwright Dumbledore (Grindelwald), was grabbing the cuffs of Albus's robes, his height was just within reach, and his aggrieved look suddenly succeeded in arousing Albus's deep emotion guilt.

Albus said softly, "What's wrong?"

Gellert sniffed hard, and the corners of Albus's mouth twitched subconsciously, Gellert blinked his wet blue eyes, and said seriously into Albus's eyes, "No one has ever been so kind to me, No."

Gellert persisted in watching Albus stubbornly. "I want to go with you." He said firmly.

Albus frowned, hesitating.

The boy was not as harmless as he appeared on the surface, on the contrary, he was dangerous, very dangerous.Albus never forgot his gut feeling, but if it wanted to.Shouldn't he be with him?

Albus frowned, smiled and nodded to Gellert, "Of course, you are welcome to join, Gellert."

What's more, Albus wondered: Gellert had brought him a touch, and he needed to figure out what it was for.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Albus: Where did you learn to draw, Gail?

Gellert: Self-taught in prison.

Albus/Curious Face: What about acting?

Gellert smokes a cigarette vicissitudes: life is not easy, but he is versatile.

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