[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

"Abu, your cousin is really uncomfortable. If Anita didn't stop me, I really want to give her a try." Warren put the Transfiguration textbook in his hand heavily on the table, "Her brother Arcturus is clearly a real gentleman, that's what Black should be."

Abu opened the textbook and sighed softly, "The Black family has always had a thriving population, but there will always be some outliers. Legris probably was spoiled too much since he was a child."

"I hate her." Anita said, wrinkling her delicate nose.

"To be honest, I don't really like her very much." Abu shrugged and said softly.

A quarter of an hour had passed for the Transfiguration class, but Dumbledore hadn't arrived. You must know that Dumbledore would usually wait for the students in the classroom ahead of time, and it was not his style to be late.

The students in the classroom began to chat noisily, and even some Gryffindor students who had always been restless had started fighting.

Warren flipped through the textbook in every possible way, complaining, "Why isn't Dumbledore here yet?"

"Who knows... maybe overslept?"

As soon as Anita finished speaking, Dumbledore simply put on a dark green floor-sweeping cloak and a pair of high-heeled boots with buckles, opened the door and walked to the podium.

"Oh, I actually think Dumbledore is very handsome today! Do I have a fever?" Anita exclaimed in a low voice.

Abu looked at Dumbledore after hearing the sound. Today, for the first time, his clothes were not dotted with stars and moons.

"Silence," Dumbledore stood on the podium expressionlessly and looked around the classroom, then changed into an armchair with soft cushions, and sat down, "Today's self-study, let's start."

The students began to discuss in whispers. Dumbledore has always been a conscientious teacher, and his classes are rigorous and funny, but today it is very abnormal for them to let them study by themselves.

"Silence," Dumbledore said coldly, looking down from above the half-moon eyes, "I said, be silent."

The entire classroom fell silent, and even the noisiest students obediently opened their textbooks and started self-study.

Is something wrong?Abu looked at the podium, and Dumbledore was flipping through the homework in his hand quickly with his legs crossed, leaning against the armchair like a boneless person, with a rather unrestrained taste.

The temperament is not like Dumbledore, but a bit like Grindelwald.

Grindelwald... quietly continued to look at the various small movements of "Dumbledore" on the podium, and Abu felt that he might have guessed right.

The time for self-study quickly passed while reading books in a daze, and "Dumbledore" also finished grading the homework and handed it out.

Abu unfolded his parchment and got only an "A" this time for an assignment that was always an "O".

Warren, who was sitting on the side, uttered an unbelievable exclamation, and Abu poked his head——

A big "D" piercing through the back of the paper.

Although I don't know why Grindelwald came to class disguised as Dumbledore, but seeing that he is so casual and not afraid of being spotted, there should be no malice.

Sensing Abu's gaze, "Dumbledore" waved to him, "Malfoy, come with me."

"Malfoy", not "Little Mr. Malfoy".

"You can see that I'm not Al." After walking for a while, Grindelwald stopped and turned to ask Abu when he saw that there was no one around.

"Yes, I don't think you have concealed anything, Mr. Grindelwald. But I still want to ask, is there something wrong with Professor Dumbledore?"

"Come with me, he's in the office." Seemingly too lazy to explain, Grindelwald took Abramovich directly to the Gryffindor Tower.

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"Zizi honey candy." The office door opened in response, and Abu followed.

As soon as he entered the office, Grindelwald changed back to his own appearance, "Al, I'm back. Little Mr. Malfoy is worried about you, so I'll show him."

Abu looked around, but he didn't see Dumbledore. There was only a handsome red-haired boy of seventeen or eighteen sitting on the sofa reading a book in the room.

Red hair...blue eyes...

Abu hesitated and called, "Dumbledore...Professor?"

The boy put down the book and smiled at him, "Hello, I'm Dumbledore. Are you Orpheus Malfoy's child? Don't be restrained, please sit down."

"Yes." Abu sat down on the chair opposite the young Dumbledore.

Grindelwald squeezed to sit next to the young Dumbledore and put his arms around his waist. Dumbledore frowned and patted Grindelwald's hand, "Gellert, there are still guests."

Abu: ...

I didn't expect the current Dark Lord to be such a shameless existence.

"I heard from Gellert that I had a magical accident when I was repairing the enchanted necklace, and then I went back to my youth. Aberforth had to take care of Amy, and Newt and Tina also had their own affairs. I only have memories of my youth, so I can only ask Gellert to teach for me," he paused, then smiled, "But obviously Gellert is not so competent, and you discovered it all at once."

After receiving the flower fruit tea made by Dumbledore, Abu took a sip, then put down the cup calmly.

It seems that no matter what his appearance and age, Dumbledore's hobby of sweetness will not change.

"I think I found this because Mr. Grindelwald gave me an 'A' for my homework," Abramovich joked, shrugging. "You know you usually give me an 'O'."

Dumbledore laughed, his eyes and brows were full of youthful vigor.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, looked at him quietly and nostalgicly.

Looking carefully at the young Dumbledore, Abu found that he was slightly taller than himself, with clear and handsome features, and a refined temperament, clean and gentle.

Even this fancy robe looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Have you found a way to change back?" Abu asked.

Dumbledore looked at Abu with a smile, "I found it, but the potion needs to be brewed for a while, so you may have to get 'A' a few more times, Mr. Malfoy."

Abu waved his hand and said it was okay, "Is Amy okay?"

"It's much better, it has stabilized, and the enchantment necklace has been repaired, but these are only temporary. We are looking for a way to completely free Amy from torture...Gellert told me about this accident, thank you very much Your spells, Malfoy's family is very knowledgeable, if you find anything else, please let us know."

"It's just a matter of raising your hands. Since you and Amy are fine, it's time for me to go back to the next class."

Abu has been bathed in Grindelwald's gaze of "Why don't you leave" for a long time, and he feels that if he doesn't leave, he may be kicked out...

"Since you still have classes, I won't let you chat." Dumbledore got up to send him out, and winked at him, "Little Mr. Malfoy, you are much more interesting than your father. Come and sit down when you have time." , I need a 'peer' to chat with me."

Grindelwald blushed on one side.

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Watching Abramovich leave, Grindelwald got up and held Dumbledore in his arms from behind: "Al..."

"Gellert, you are so eager to drive people away, and I'm bored in the office by myself."

"I'll accompany you."

"I didn't know that the Dark Lord was such an idle job." Dumbledore teased jokingly, broke away from Grindelwald's arms, took a few sips of tea from the coffee table.

The boy was tall and slender, with long red hair loosely flowing down, warm and lively.

Grindelwald rubbed against it again.

"Mr. Dark Lord, I guess, you have grown up for a long time, and you are like the coquettish Arianna..."

When Ariana was mentioned, Grindelwald froze for a moment.

Teenage Dumbledore sighed, turned to face Grindelwald, looked up tenderly into his ice blue eyes.

"I probably have a hunch about what happened in these years, but since you don't want to say it, then forget it. But..."

Grindelwald put his fingers on the boy's soft, petal-like lips, "Al, don't fail, just let me finish this dream."

Holding Dumbledore tightly with a wry smile, Grindelwald sighed quietly, "When you change back to your original form, you probably won't talk to me again...I really don't want you to change back."

Dumbledore didn't speak, and quietly let Grindelwald hold him.

This was a dream that Grindelwald didn't want to wake up from, so it wasn't his.

Looking at the poems spread out on the table, Dumbledore couldn't help but read them silently.

【Letmeconfessthatwetwomustbetwain,

Let me confess that we must part,

Although our undivided loves are one:

Though our inseparable love is one:

Soshallthoseblotsthatdowithmeremain

Thus, the many blemishes that remain in me,

Withoutthyhelpbymebebornealone.

It will not be shared by you, but by me alone.

In our two loves there is but one respect,

You and I love each other out of sincerity,

Though inur lives as parablespite,

Though different lives separate us,

Whichthough italter not love's sole effect,

Even if this cannot change the innocence of love,

Yet do thits steal sweet hours from love's delight.

But stole the joy of many secret appointments.

I may not ever more acknowledge thee,

I will no longer recognize you loudly as a confidant,

Lestmybewailedguiltshoulddotheeshame,

Lest my deplorable sins make you dirty,

North with public kindness honourme,

You can no longer praise me in public,

Unless thou take that hon our from thy name:

Unless you are willing to dishonor your name.

Butdo not so;I love thee in such sort

Don't do it; since I love you so,

As, thou ubeing mine, mine isthy good report.

You are mine and my glory belongs to you. 】

【You are mine, and my glory also belongs to you. 】

If you can really imagine this in the poem, that would be great.

But they can't.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and hugged Grindelwald back.

Let them have a short dream.

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The poem is Shakespeare's Sonnets No.30

Writing GGAD can’t help but become literary_(:зゝ∠)_