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How does it feel to suddenly have a dream come true?

Gellert Grindelwald knew his dreams were withered when he was defeated by Albus Dumbledore, his lifelong rival since 1945.He was imprisoned in Nurmengard, which he himself built, and would not be free for the rest of his life.

Those desires for power, those that were at his fingertips were about to belong to him, or he once swelled to the point where he mistakenly thought that the whole world would be at his feet, waiting for him to ascend the final throne.

But Albus, the close friend and lover he abandoned long ago, the one who understands him best in the world and the opponent of his life, he became the last wall, and he still fell at the very beginning. The hand that stumbled.

Once, a long time ago, when he was 16 years old, maybe he would have chosen another path.

But fate has long been doomed, when everything is not finalized, everything will have its own track and its end.

Gellert has been thinking for 51 years, thinking about the choice of countless fork roads, and finally he found that he would go to this road no matter what, and was locked in a small tower, looking at the sky outside the iron fence.

He had obtained the most precious thing in this world, but in the end he had nothing.In this half century, he resented Albus for the first half of the time, and missed this old thing for the second half of the time.The short time they spent together was like fireworks, which stopped abruptly at the thickest moment.

No one in this world knows the whole picture of Albus Dumbledore better than him, and no one can walk into the world of Albus Dumbledore except him.He had such an interesting and powerful soul, and he didn't need to plan for decades or think about the rights and interests of all parties. Such an easy and coincidental coincidence is like the favor of the goddess of luck, but all this is lost too quickly.

He had done wrong, as the cowards he despised most.

Albus hated him to the bone, of course, and he had almost ruined the entire wizarding world.

He won't come to see him, and he won't want an apology from him.

None of this matters now, a century has passed, and there is no more time left for him.

Time, time, who would have thought that such a thing would be what he lacks the most and what he most wants to squander quickly?

He would linger until the day Albus left.

Albus would not change for anyone, no one could restrain him, no one could force him to leave that island, he was so family-loving that he stayed in that castle almost all his life.

And when the home lover has to go on the next journey, that's when he might get his hand.It's so hard to see each other - both in terms of distance and time.

But now, as he gazed at the blue sky through the only window in his cage, and wondered if Albus had gone to Gaunt's house—ah, if he was alone—he prayed that old Albus was blind Cursed by a violent lunatic, but this idea was denied by him again, the greatest white wizard in the world should not die on a broken curse.

So he had to pray again that the old thing was safe, as it had been for the past 51 years.

He will be too old to be old, his teeth are all decayed, and even dental medicine can't save him, he will live a miserable life drinking porridge all day long, and then he will die.

Gellert laughed when he thought of this, showing his missing teeth - he lost another tooth some time ago, and he was the only one who drank the porridge, which was really miserable.

The next moment he met the young and tender Dumbledore in cool short-sleeved linen and bloomers.

"Where is Gellert?" Dumbledore turned his face in confusion. He looked at the entire small prison. Although this single room is spacious, it is definitely not comfortable. There is only one person with sparse hair and half of his teeth are missing. The old man, his Gellert wasn't here at all.

This is not Albus Dumbledore at all!

Gellert stared at the boy whose face was so tender that it seemed as if water could drip out. Is he 18 years old?But he was sure he'd never seen such an idiotic look on Albus's face.

Gellert approached the young man, who had a barrage of jinxes at the ready.

"Are you lost? My lamb."

Dumbledore turned to stare at the old man, who was walking gracefully towards him, looking very genial.

The sunlight streaming through the narrow window in the ceiling hit Dumbledore's face as if he were glowing.

Gellert's face was covered by shadows, one black and one white, one old and one young.There seems to be a century between them.

This must be a joke!

"Let me see, a not-so-commonly-used enchantment spell that hooks important people in your heart and an enhanced version that draws out the deepest longing spell, you are really old and blind." Gellert discovered him when he was face to face with Dumbledore. question, he sneered wildly.

They are about the same height.Gellert's back became rickety due to years of polishing, while Dumbledore shrank. Now Dumbledore is a little taller, and he can look at the old man with a slight bow.

"Gellert?"

"Too old to recognize? Ah, you are mocking me with this appearance, is this your strategy?" Gellert raised his head, the growth of age will only make his arrogance more arrogant.

In the past, he still had jealousy, worrying that this exquisite masterpiece of the world would be accidentally ruined by him.But now, he has passed the age of tangling everything.

"Or do you want to change a young face to seduce some brat?" His tone became frivolous, but the malice in those sea-blue eyes was not just for fun.

But Dumbledore has never been someone that Gellert can predict. He has infinite factors that fascinate him-his thinking itself is very strange. For Gellert, Albus Dumbledore Always wasting his precious time on the weak.Those hideous mayflies that shouldn't be noticed have taken over almost his entire life.

Albus dedicated more than a century to them.

He even stood up and fought against him for these weak people who could only howl and couldn't even control their own destiny.

Now the young skinny Albus with the beautiful red hair held out his hand towards him, and he lowered his head passionately and kissed the wrinkled, dying old man.

Gellert's hands trembled—not that his nervous system was aging—and his fingers ran through hair that was as mesmerizing as a phoenix flower, and the touch was like a flame kissing his hand.At this moment, his aging sense of touch seemed to travel back to 1889. Under the beech, he embraced the young Albus, and his hands wrapped around his fiery red hair that seemed to have been softened.

He couldn't deepen the kiss.

Time is too cruel.

But how could Albus Dumbledore return to his youth?Could the greatest wizard of this century be so lucky?

Geller held Albus's right hand, and he squinted his eyes, ignoring the delirious young man's mouth pouting in displeasure - it was cute, and his emoji set about Albus Can add some.

He looked at Albus carefully, then the corners of his mouth curled up and his expression turned playfully.

"The Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, what a gift."

"Give it up, the Three Hallows don't belong to you." At this moment, Dumbledore's sanity seemed to return, and his expression became serious and confrontational.

"I mean you." Gellert sighed softly, and the back of his hand brushed Dumbledore's face tenderer than a boiled egg, "You are the best gift I've ever had in my life."

The pair of iris blue eyes that were clear for a moment became confused again, his cheeks were even dyed red, just like his fiery red hair, full of enthusiasm - who would have thought that the rationality will never go out of control, Ah Bu Si Dumbledore, when he is in love/lust, he is like a fire, capable of burning his greatest enemy in life.

"You owe me an apology."

Gellert laughed, and with this smile he removed his arrogance, and even fit his age a bit, as if he had become a kind old man.

"I thought you wouldn't come."

Do you still need this belated apology?

The author has something to say:

It is still ggad, the code is not good. ooc out of the sky

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