[HP+ Fantastic Beasts] Fallen

【Recap】

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.

【text】

Pretending to be Dumbledore's night watch, it was already late at night when Grindelwald returned to his room.

Dumbledore was still awake, sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket and reading with his eyes squinted.

Hearing the sound of Grindelwald opening the door, he rubbed his tired eyes and looked up at the blond man, "The night watch is over?"

Grindelwald took off the robe that was stained with the chill of the late autumn night, walked to the sofa, pulled out the book in Dumbledore's hand, and embraced the boy in his arms.

"Why don't you sleep? Going to bed late is not good for your body."

"Come on Gellert, my body and memory have returned to this age temporarily," the young Dumbledore struggled out of his arms, yawned and walked towards the soft big bed, "Go and wash, I've already washed , sleep first."

After taking a brief shower, Grindelwald dried his long golden hair with magic and squeezed it into Dumbledore's quilt.

Dumbledore half closed his eyes, as if he was halfway into sleep, he yawned and pushed Grindelwald, "It's so crowded, you sleep on the sofa—"

Grindelwald: "You weren't like Al before, you just cuddled with me and slept together—"

The young Dumbledore rubbed his drooping eyelids, "That's because you used to be a beautiful boy...but now you are a boring middle-aged man."

Grindelwald: ...can't refute.

Not accepting Dumbledore's suggestion to let him sleep on the sofa, Grindelwald hugged the boy into his arms, lowered his head and sniffed, "Al, you smell like milk, so sweet."

Dumbledore's drowsiness was mostly disturbed by Grindelwald, and he gave Grindelwald a white look with his pair of beautiful blue eyes that were not yet covered with years of weather, "You are like an old pervert who molests young people now, Geller special."

Grindelwald: "..."

Sighing, Grindelwald rarely felt a sense of vicissitudes, so he had to change the subject, "Al, do you know what happened when I took Malfoy and Riddle to pick sunflowers today?"

Obviously Grindelwald wouldn't let him sleep now, and Dumbledore would be happy to hear a bedtime story, "What happened?"

"There are some lovegrasses growing in the castor grass area, they were tricked by the lovegrass...they were already kissing together when I went."

Aroused by some curiosity, Dumbledore looked up at Grindelwald, "So what did you do?"

Grindelwald showed a mischievous smile that the young Dumbledore often saw, "I gave them a 'clear water like a spring'."

Dumbledore: "Little Malfoy doesn't know, but I think Riddle must want to put a jinx on you."

"But he can't beat me." Grindelwald shrugged.

"I didn't expect the Forbidden Forest to grow the love grass..." Dumbledore touched his chin, "The love grass has a sweet fragrance, smelling it for a long time will make people... fascinated..."

Dumbledore looked into Grindelwald's ice-blue eyes, couldn't move his eyes for a while, and murmured, "Sweet aroma... sweet aroma..."

A sweet fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose. Dumbledore thought it was the smell of shower gel from Grindelwald, but now he had a flash of inspiration and realized something.

Grindelwald gave him a sly smile, showing his bright white teeth, "I also brought some for you to study."

As he spoke, he pointed to a small bouquet of white flowers on the table not far away.

Dumbledore: "..."

The author has something to say:

Well, it is said that novice drivers are not suitable for driving late at night and will overturn.

After I bathe, burn incense, and fast for three days, the next chapter will begin...

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