The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

Throughout the next day, Aberforth did not see Grindelwald. He waited until night, and he couldn't help asking his brother who seemed calm and natural: "This guy left, and he didn't come to say goodbye to you?"

Dumbledore raised his head from the book. He seldom reads in his own room now, but in the living room with his younger siblings. Hearing Aberforth's words at this time, he looked at him in surprise, and then if She smiled thoughtfully: "He said goodbye last night."

Last night at Bathilda's, farewell of course, I mean you alone... Aberforth impatiently wanted to say that, but before he could say anything, his mind turned back in time, and his eyes widened Looking at his brother, he took a deep breath but still couldn't hold back his temper, and shouted loudly: "My Merlin, I sometimes see him in the morning, it's not that he comes early! It's you who gave him the authority of our family From now on, he spent the night in your room, didn't he?!"

Because of the concealment, Dumbledore, who should have been a little guilty towards his younger brother, saw Aberforth blushing with anger, and for some reason, he was overjoyed.

Grinding his teeth, Aberforth sat down on the sofa with folded arms angrily. Seeing his brother smile for a while, he looked out of the window thoughtfully with his cheeks on his hands. The smile on his lips hadn't completely dissipated. The light made his face half-bright, and even though he had a lot of dissatisfaction with his brother, Aberforth had to admit: it was really wronged that his brother fell in love with that kid from the European continent!His brother deserves someone better!

He could bear it for so long, purely because that kid was really single-minded towards his brother.For this sake, forget about some things.He sneered at Grindelwald in his heart: How could I be bad to my own brother!

It's just that he doesn't know that his brother's thoughts are all about the blond boy he despises, especially last night.

Of course, they did nothing but talk for most of the night.From the beginning of spring to the end of winter, almost a year, they went from acquaintance to love to mutual agreement, and the sudden separation, even if it might only be a few days or a few months, made him feel a little unbearable.It's like a piece of skin on the body that needs to be torn off. Although it will heal sooner or later, it won't hurt so much, but it is this kind of slight but continuous pain that always reminds me of the pain of healing during recovery. The itching is unbearable and cannot be forgotten.

For him, love was once a distant palace. He was curious, but he was always cautious, even refusing to step into it for a long time.However, this year, when he couldn't control his foot stepping in, he couldn't get out and didn't want to go out again.What he got was far better than he imagined, more than expected.

In the middle of the night, he held Grindelwald's hand, leaned on his chest, and whispered: "If someone told me last year that I would be reluctant to part with someone, I would have laughed it off, but..." He whispered Laughed for a while, "People can't be too arbitrary."

"I didn't expect that I could do so much." Grindelwald said softly, and the voice made Dumbledore feel that he was quite meaningful, but sooner, other topics diverted his thoughts.They talked about Christmas plans, about Anna's current situation, about Nurmengard's reconstruction, and about their future development.

It was odd that Gellert thought he could travel the world for a few years before returning to teach at Hogwarts.

"Of course, you want to enter the Ministry of Magic. I think the people there will want it. With your ability, you will be nominated as a minister sooner or later. However, if you really want to affect the UK, you should still teach. Think about the future, all students, so enter The youths in the Ministry of Magic have all been influenced by you, and then you can push them to change the world." Grindelwald rested his arm on his pillow and wrapped his other arm around him, looking at the ceiling and casually said.

He actually thinks this idea is not bad, it doesn't matter where he enters the Ministry of Magic or where he goes, as long as he can watch the ups and downs of this world with Gellert, and go hand in hand, thinking that the world will be more or less controlled by them in the future. Planning together, changing together, that kind of heartfelt satisfaction made his limbs warm.

Hearing what he said, Grindelwald laughed softly, and said with great confidence: "Yes, Al, I have never seen a wizard who is smarter, more intelligent, and more willing to lead the magic world to the best future than you."

His lover is always full of confidence in him and praises him without hesitation, which fills him with complacency and makes him feel embarrassed.He could only reach out and scratch him, signaling him not to talk, his face was burning.

Thinking about the conversation last night, and thinking about not seeing each other for a long time, Dumbledore sighed silently again.Even if I know that the other party will definitely come back, I still feel very uneasy when I can't meet.

He suddenly appeared in Godric's Hollow, and after nearly ten months, he left without a sound. Here, his breath is full, but no trace of him can be found.

Seeing his brother spreading the book, but not reading a word at all, just resting his chin in a daze, Aberforth chewed the various desserts that Grindelwald had saved before he left, thinking: No wonder the kid asked him before he left. He loves and loves his brother so much. Judging by the appearance of this lovesick man, he really needs love.Forget it, let him cook dinner, you can't count on his brother.

He went into the kitchen, looked at the pantry that had been enchanted with storage, and pouted: There is no need to do it at all!Grindelwald saved at least half a month's worth of Christmas food for them to spend the holidays in.Count him as caring!

Although this relative of the Dumbledore family said that he wanted to write a letter, before his letter flew across the strait, the "Rhine Newspaper" specially ordered by Dumbledore had already been sent to Grindelwald's house. The news, the gossip on the fourth page of this popular newspaper in the magic world in continental Europe, took up half of the page to introduce one thing: Grindelwald Manor was bombed, and about one-fifth of the houses collapsed into pieces , the people of the Grindelwald family are casting spells to restore it. According to insiders, it was the only son of the Grindelwald family owner who caused large-scale damage to his family's manor.In this regard, the owner of Grindelwald Manor declined to be interviewed.

Aberforth gnawed on an apple, read the newspaper next to his brother, and then saw the introduction of Gellert Grindelwald's school life in the newspaper, and said to his brother expressionlessly: "He If you’re not happy, you’ll blow up the school, if you don’t get along with your family, you’ll blow up your home, and if you want to break up with you someday, don’t you have to blow up Godric’s Hollow?”

"We won't break up casually, and he doesn't explode at every turn... In short, he must have a reason!" Dumbledore explained with a sigh.

You should always cover for him, one day he enters Azkaban, it depends on how you cover!Aberforth snorted, and sat on the other side of the sofa, watching his brother flip through the newspaper several times with concern.When his brother didn't know how many times he read it, he finally couldn't help but said: "Don't read it! Since you said there is a reason, then it must be fine. As clingy as he is, I have to send you a letter in two days." .”

Although he was comforted by his younger brother, he didn't get the letter after all. Dumbledore frowned while writing something these two days.He was not relieved until Grindelwald's owl actually delivered the letter.

"Al, I blew up my house! Because my dad stuffed me with a girl and forced me to marry, so I severed ties with them! In order to completely sever it, I blew up the uninhabited part of Grindelwald Manor Broken. It will take a while for them to repair the house, but they will definitely arrest me and go back. I will hide in the European continent for a while, and see if I can start to develop my plan. Good luck, yours, Gellert. "

Aberforth went to his brother's side to read the letter together again, and said expressionlessly again: "I think he did a good job this time."

Dumbledore pushed his younger brother's head away a bit, and said amusedly, "Don't make trouble!" He said, read it twice, and said briskly, "Go with Anna! I'll write back to him."

Seeing his brother sitting at the dining table writing a letter quickly, Aberforth conveniently fed a handful of nuts to the owl who delivered the letter, curled his lips, snorted a few times in disdain, and accompanied his sister to practice magic.

When Grindelwald wrote this note, he had already gone to Austria, facing the slightly broken body of Fort Nurmengard, and he had entrusted someone to obtain the title deed here.Restoration magic can only make it look good on the outside, it will take time to make the inside brilliant.

When he returned to the manor, his father was quite satisfied with him, thinking that the half a year spent with Bathilda had smoothed his temperament and allowed him to be the heir of Grindelwald Manor, a hypocrite in a dignified way, and then gave him He took out a photo of a pure-blood girl, indicating that this would be his fiancée.

It's really the same as the previous life.At that time, he had just escaped home from the British Isle in a daze, and his mind was full of the desperate faces of Ariana and Dumbledore who fell to the ground without breath. When he was dueling with Aberforth, he lost his temper and felt nothing at all. To the state of the outside world and Albus's words, it wasn't until he had calmed down that he realized that when his mind went blank, his lover had desperately begged him to put down his wand, and if something was coming towards him and he didn't hear it, He also didn't feel that Anna rushed into their dueling circle, and it was his unforgivable spell that shattered Dumbledore's family, dreams, and their possible future.

In his confusion, his father just took out a photo and asked him to get married early and inherit the family business.

He felt extremely disgusted at the time, not to mention that he felt that there was only one person in his heart who was worthy of standing beside him, more importantly, he didn't want to go out every day and complain about the decline in the status of pure blood. Don't hide from Muggles.The appearance of pretending to be noble against his will made him cast aside, so he blew up Grindelwald Manor that day.

Unexpectedly, his father brought this excuse to him again, he couldn't even speak, pushed away the photo and went upstairs, packed his things, let his father roar outside, and when he finished packing, he stood on the lawn , blew up the manor again.

What a joy!He almost doubled over laughing as he watched his father and those idiots who called themselves noble but were cowards running around the manor screaming and hiding.This is more interesting than the previous life.

Fortunately, when he was in Godric's Hollow, he had entrusted the Ministry of Justice to transfer all his property to the Gringotts account in Diagon Alley, and now he can say goodbye here.However, he squinted his eyes and sneered, "Goodbye now, it doesn't mean that this manor is not his. Compared with giving this ancestral property to other cousins ​​in the family, he is not reconciled.Sooner or later, his father will have to beg him to come back and inherit the estate!Only he deserves this ancient surname!Other cowards, let's live in their rat holes.

Fort Nurmengard stood cold and gloomy in the lonely mountain. Grindelwald finished writing the letter, sent the owl away, walked out of the empty room, and slowly re-examined the place layer by layer.Every time he walked through a floor, he could recall many past events, floating in front of his eyes like phantoms.The wanton saints are eagerly discussing the possibility of China's future rule here, venting their dissatisfaction with the wizarding world and Muggles.The subordinates bowed down to him respectfully, listening to his instructions in reverence.Lost family, lost love, joined because of his words, mourned the past thoughtfully in front of the French windows, and curtsied with forced smiles when they saw him.Later, in the cell specially used for interrogation, torture, and detention, the curses and screams can still echo in the ears, and the green light of the execution is faintly visible.

With his hands behind his back, he moved forward slowly, upwards, and finally stepped onto the highest tower of Nurmengard Castle.

Important prisoners were imprisoned there, his sworn enemies were executed, and he was imprisoned for more than [-] years.

The small room no longer has any isolation railings, and it is bare and dark. The only light source can't illuminate the entire room on this windy and snowy day today, but makes it look even more gloomy.

Grindelwald stood under the window, tilted his head slightly, then took a few steps back, finally found the location in his memory, and then lay down on the cold floor.Lying in this small room, the cold wind made it feel like ice, but he didn't feel it, because he was so used to lying in such an environment that he was not afraid of the cold at all.

He rested his arms on his pillow, and looked out at the familiar scenery outside the house through the window from here.Such a small piece of light, a small piece of unchanging scenery, has become his fixed scenery for 50 years.Here he used to recall the brilliance of his life, and also thought about the love of his life, those who followed him, loved him, worshiped him, died for him, or turned away from him in the end.He thought about where his great career had gone off the beaten track, thought about how to correct it if he still had a chance, thought about what regret, what annoyance, and what apology are.

Then he lost my love forever, and went to die calmly, but by mistake.This time, what should he do.

After staring at it for too long, he had hallucinations, and saw the God of Death wearing that wide cloak, floating outside the window, with a face without facial features, but with a mocking face, staring at him firmly.

"I didn't want to be the master of Death, I just wanted to be above power, what are you dissatisfied with me?" Grindelwald muttered to himself.

"There is only one person in this world who has truly been the master of the god of death. And there is another person who has almost become the master of the god of death. The former has no interest in this matter, and the latter is always restraining himself from embarking on this road." Death Looking at him with folded hands, "There are still two people in this world, one is delusional to surpass death, but he doesn't even understand what the Deathly Hallows is, and the other, who understands this, has no interest in surpassing him."

Grindelwald wasn't interested in his chatter.Blinking, he asked sleepily: "What does this have to do with me. I just want to know, are you my illusion, or do you really exist? If it is an illusion, please leave. If you really exist, Are you trying to monitor me?"

The Grim Reaper let out a pleasant and wild laugh: "People have curiosity, and so do I. Grindelwald, I am also curious. One who restrains himself from embarking on this road, and one who is not interested in transcendence and only wants to use him to gain power People, what else can you do?"

"You mock humans, mock humans, and at the same time be mocked by humans, mocked by humans." Grindelwald closed his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "You're so boring."

The Grim Reaper didn't laugh or speak again. When Grindelwald opened his eyes again, there was only the cold scenery outside the narrow window framed by stone railings, which was nothing like the last scenery he saw in his previous life. the difference.

He sat up slowly, but didn't stand up, but still looked at the scenery, as if he was frozen with this small cell on this high tower.After a long time, he whispered to himself: "Al, can we change the future?"

His voice was full of confusion, so light, so light that it was swept up by the cold wind penetrating through the window, rolled out of the window, and floated into the cold mountain without a trace.