[HP] Read "Principal's Diary"

The author has something to say: [Warning] PG-13, AD/GG

This episode is also known as "The Overbearing Dark Lord Being Lessoned"

"Good night, Mr. Green who is obsessed with work." The white wizard repeated, pressing down the silver doorknob.He was very curious: behind the door is the low wooden attic, or the solemn principal's office?

The black wizard standing there said quietly: "You forgot to kiss good night, dear Albus."

Dumbledore, with his back turned to him, raised his eyebrows: "You want me to give you a kiss across the century so much?"

Taking advantage of the other party's attention being distracted, Grindelwald, who stepped across the round table, easily grabbed the other party's strong arm with one hand, turned the other hand over the other party's head, and pressed his cold lips against the White Wizard's hand. On the forehead, leaving a kiss like a fluttering butterfly wing: "But, why not I give it? You were born a year earlier than me, but maybe I will be older." His fingers slid across the other party The silver-white hair ran along the white wizard's cheek to the opponent's neck, staying in the depression on the side of the neck.And the opponent's whole body froze.

always like this.Grindelwald thought he wasn't used to intimacy, even in that craziest summer.As a result, the corner of the black wizard's mouth raised frivolously, and the hand went around the back of the neck, and stroked the opponent's waist along the spine.Clearly the White Wizard was getting nervous, for he could feel the grainy bumps protruding from the skin.

"The waist of a bee is its slenderest part, dear Albus." The black wizard teased him casually.

"Then do you know why bee stings are so painful, so painful?" Dumbledore growled in a low voice.He clasped the dark wizard's hands tightly, and with a quick twist, he pressed him against the door.Grindelwald staggered open the door, and both of them fell into the room.

The white wizard stretched out his left foot and closed the door.Then, he pulled the opponent's twisted arms and body with both hands, and again used his weight to press the opponent against the door, forcing the two pairs of blue eyes to look at each other.The white wizard's voice was as soft as a dandelion flying in the sky: "Did you know, Gellert Grindelwald?"

The black wizard shook his head, his eyes blank.

The white wizard opened the opponent's arm, and tied the opponent's hands behind his back with one hand. With the other free hand, he tore off the half-moon glasses hanging from the crooked bridge of the nose, and threw them to a corner behind him.His sharp eyes locked on the dark wizard, and he said softly, "That's because the sting of a bee requires death." His entire forehead rested on the other's face, and his two noses touched each other. : "Considering you've ordered it for years...enjoy it, my least dear dark wizard."

There was a sharp pain in the lower lip, and the dark wizard, who tasted the sweetness of blood, was sure that the white wizard had bitten it.His jaw was forcibly pried open, a vicious soft tongue was attacking the city in his mouth, the white wizard's sharp teeth were gnawing at his ever-retracting tongue, the black wizard had desperately given up his possession.Their breaths were intertwined, their skins touched, and the warm breath from each other scratched his face.At the same time, the pleasure/sensation that erupted during this chase hit him like a sea wave, and the black wizard, whose eyes were blank, knew that his pupils were dilated, his heart beating faster, and he was gradually sinking into the suffocating ocean.

"A special gift package that comes with your goodnight kiss, dear Gellert." Dumbledore didn't end the battle until his tongue was covered in blood foam, and sneered, "Satisfied?"

Grindelwald's face was blue, and he couldn't speak much.He just stared at the pair of azure blue eyes that were finally crazy, then turned his head and leaned forward, burying himself in the other's long silver-white hair.

The cold liquid flowed through his skin, seeped below the collarbone, and melted into the fine lines.The white wizard glanced at the black wizard in surprise, his eyes were closed tightly, but tears broke through the barrier uncontrollably, dragging two wet marks on his cheeks.

The dark wizard raised his head and said softly: "Don't cry, Albus, or your eyes will be red and swollen tomorrow morning."

"What does that have to do with you?" The white wizard turned his face away, not letting go of his control over the black wizard.

"You said 'we have many places to go'," said the dark wizard. "Don't go. Traveling alone is monotonous."

"Haven't you already come here, Mister Dark Lord?" the White Wizard sneered, "Besides, everyone is just a passing guest in someone else's life."

"Have I walked out of Nurmengard?" the Dark wizard sneered. "If I'm just your visitor, why don't you go to other women? Or men? My dear Mr. Dumbledore, 'the sting of a bee is It will cost you your life'."

"You don't want me to die." The white wizard's icy gaze was as sharp as a cone, "It's so interesting, all you left me is a broken nose, my sister's corpse, and a miserable youth. Will you break the contract?"

"Of course I don't want you to die." The black wizard replied, "In this world, who else's thoughts can spark with mine? Who else's face can change my color suddenly? Who else's light is like a star, Who else can stand by my side so much that their name is printed on a chocolate frog card?"

"Last time you chose the world. This time you choose me." The black wizard's seductive voice was low and hoarse, "Anyway, we are all dead, you can be willful many times."

"Just, don't go."