hp dumbledore's death march

Being small is really not a good thing.Gellert was thinking deeply, and smashed the chocolate-flavored toffee in his mouth bitterly. The old devil, who hadn't tasted sweetness in decades, almost put something in his mouth that exuded a strong and sweet aroma. Spit it out.

His little face crumpled into a ball, thinking in disgust.

But he turned his head slightly and saw Albus holding the candy with a smile, feeding it into his mouth piece by piece, and chewing with enjoyment.Seeing him looking over, thinking he still wanted it, he blinked in surprise, smiled and handed over another piece.

Gellert: ...

He and Dumbledore stared at the candy in Dumbledore's hand, and took it with gritted teeth.With a stiff face, he always felt that the melting candy in his hand was sending waves of ridicule at him, and he waved his hands triumphantly.

He was silent for a moment, smiling at Albus, with expectant eyes, stuffed it neatly into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

He could refuse, and Gellert clearly remembered that he had done so.

Every time Al came to him, he always brought some exquisite and interesting candies, and he was obviously more interested in discussing the Deathly Hallows with Al, and some magic research, and he was impatient with Al's recommendation every time Unceremoniously shied away again.I think Al was disappointed at the time.

Thinking so, Gellert forced himself and Albus to finish the whole box of toffee together. At this time, Gellert felt that he had lost his sense of taste.

There are always changes to be made when dealing with lovers who want to get back.Sad Grindelwald, oh no, it was Mr. Dumbledore who told the majority of male friends this ironclad truth with his own actions.

As for Dumbledore, it was actually confusing. This child was very well-behaved and sensible, there was no doubt about it, but he would always make some weird requests.

For example, he will ask to sleep every twelve hours in this place where no one will feel sleepy, and there is no sunrise or sunset. Gellert's sleeping appearance is very bad. Every time he wakes up, his whole body It was all on him, which gave Albus a headache.

Mr. "Dumbledore", who both made sacrifices, was entangled.

But an unharmonious voice interrupted their thoughts.

"Please let Dobby serve you, Dobby is a qualified elf, and Dobby will never let you down." A short, skinny little guy kept shouting loudly with his shrill voice. .

Next to it is a boy with fiery red hair, freckles dotted on his smart and cunning face, and a wicked smirk at the corner of his mouth, just like Sirius in his youth.

"Dobby, enough is enough, I don't need any help now." He said helplessly now.

"Sir is Harry Potter's friend and deserves the best service." Dobby said unwillingly.

Dumbledore's heart moved, and he walked up.Gellert followed closely beside him.

Fred was very tired, and this little elf was determined to help him, so he couldn't help him no matter what, even if he really didn't need anything.

He saw the unhurried Albus in a blink of an eye, rolled his eyes, stepped forward, held Albus's hand as if meeting a relative or friend, and wanted to hug Albus excitedly and affectionately.

It's a pity that he ignored Mr. Gellert, whose face next to this person was already stinking like Snape with black gas.

His enthusiasm ended in a dog-eating mud-like flight in the next second.

Fortunately, Dobby quickly supported him, "Thank you, Dobby." Fred said in shock.

"It's Dobby's honor to help Mister." The praised elf shook his head happily.

I didn't expect to be helped by it in the end.Fred thought bitterly.

He put on a mischievous smile again, and walked into Albus and the others, unprincipled as they were, but with a lot more manner.

After he introduced himself cheekily, he waited impatiently for Albus and the others. Albus coughed lightly, said his name, and kindly said Gellert's by the way, because he didn't introduce himself at all. the meaning of.

Fred's eyes widened in shock, and he said exaggeratedly: "What did I hear just now? Young Professor Dumbledore" He paused for a moment, as if waiting for another person to follow up tacitly like countless times before, but this This time he was doomed to be disappointed, no one would sing with him as if he were speaking alone.

Fred froze for a few seconds, a lonely look appeared on his face, "I'm sorry." He whispered, he wiped his face vigorously, and then looked up with a forced smile.

George, his brother's name echoed in Fred's blank, blank mind.Since birth, they have never been so far apart, so far that I can't even look at him, they are one, from a long time ago, everyone has judged so, so now, when one passes away, the other is still alive Is it complete?

Fred's eyes were moist, and he felt a soft hand covering his eyelids. Dumbledore said firmly: "The Fred I know doesn't cry, not now, not in the past , and not in the future.”

"So, please don't cry." At that moment, Fred seemed to see George, his own family, crying heartbreakingly while hugging his dead body.

This is exactly what I want to say to them.

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"Are we leaving like this? I thought you would untie him again." Gellert pouted.

"Fred, by no means weak," Albus said with absolute certainty.

"Didn't you lose your memory?" Gellert was unhappy, "Why do you still remember him?"

"Intuition, Fred should be a person who is always happy." Albus said with a smile. "And, my gut tells me to keep you."

Gellert was satisfied.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Gellert: One or two want to grab a man from me.

Everyone: Boss, how dare we?

Albus patted Gellert's head helplessly.

Gellert, who was treated like a son, snorted coldly.