【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"You could have chosen another path."

Gellert Grindelwald paused.Thick white mist poured out from all directions, covering the line of sight.It made him think of a long time ago - so long that he forgot the exact time, he only remembered that he was a teenager, lost in the black forest of Bavaria in search of the Deathly Hallows, shuffling awkwardly, hanging on thorns He took off his robe... until the moon rose, and he suddenly found himself standing on the edge of a cliff, and the wind was as cold as a knife.

"Come on," said the old man impatiently, "I know, I'm going to hell."

After speaking, he walked straight forward.

一

The eyelids fluttered, which was a sign of sobriety.I don't know if it's rain or hail, the glass windows are rattling, and the wind is screaming... The devil's mirror shattered, and the fragments entered Kay's heart and eyes, turning him into an ice child.The Snow Queen took him away and took him to the ice palace.Gerda has lost her friend, and she is very sad.

Swallow and Sunshine said, "Why are you sad? Kay just went to a faraway place."

"I'm going to find him," said Gerda.She put on her favorite red shoes and walked north.

……

This is a fairy tale written by a Muggle. It is sentimental, and the sentences are full of fragility like ice crystals, which left a great shock to him when he was young.He once curled up in the middle of the big bed in fear on a snowy winter night, and the sound of the wind made him terrified—he was afraid of the woman in the white fur coat, because her kiss fell into the bottom of a person's heart like a piece of ice.

The wind is howling, the sleigh is slid across the frozen earth, the bell, the eternal night.

"Grindelwald," said a voice, "wake up, it's time."

He opened his eyes, there was no wind, and of course there was no night.He lay in the golden sun, limp as a lump of melted sugar.The owner of the voice leaned down, "It seems that there is nothing wrong...do you remember who I am?"

"This is hell?" Grindelwald murmured, raising his hands, bandages wrapped around them, "I'm dead." He used an affirmative tone.

"Unfortunately, you are still alive." The man said sarcastically, "Wake up, the effect of the medicine has passed."

This must have been Merlin's joke: Half an hour later, Gellert Grindelwald was standing on the edge of a forest in disbelief, carrying his luggage.April in Scandinavia has just begun to show signs of spring. The ice and snow melt, ferns roll out of the wet soil, and scattered small yellow flowers look like stunted stars.He stepped on the ground a few times with his boots and heard a creaking sound.

"I'm still alive." He grabbed his wand, not knowing what expression to make.If there were gods in the world—Merlin, God, or elves—then they would hate him to the bone.The devil would rather go to hell and accept the burning of Fiendfire than go back to the spring and summer of 1899. "Expect the dark wizard to be reborn as a good person?" Gellert sneered and shook his head, the wand in his hand was the one he used at first, with a very peculiar shape, like a broken thorn. "Returning after 53 years in captivity, Gellert, it's a wonderful fairy tale, isn't it?"

He left northern Europe and wandered in France along the crooked coastline.According to the memory of the previous life, the name Gellert must have been eliminated from the family tree by the Grindelwald family at this moment.Although many years later they hurriedly restored the small black spot, and solemnly embroidered the letters with gold thread again.Immediately afterwards, they dropped his name a second time.A war criminal, a murderer, a disgrace to the family...he was permanently dismissed.

But there are still some differences.Before Gellert was kicked out of the school hospital, he met two of his classmates.Instead of being blown to pieces by his experiment, they just lost their arms.That classroom would never be restored, and Gellert was sure that black magic still flowed among the rubble of the ruins.

"...Brother," a drunk man waved at him, "do you have money?"

If it were him before, this Muggle would definitely learn a lesson.But Gellert wasn't in the mood right now.He went to the borders of the German-speaking, his very dear mother tongue.He ignored the drunk man's entanglement and began to think about the next journey.

It's fine to go anywhere, as long as it's not the UK.He will never set foot on that island again.

The journey in Germany was still uneventful and boring.Although he looks like a teenager, his soul is an old man over 100 years old.Gellert built a small fire, caught some salamanders and threw them into the fire, watching them hop around for fun. "You're a freak." He said to himself calmly, "Maybe Merlin will wake up tomorrow, take your life back, and send you to take a bath in Hell."

It's a pity that he didn't die on the street the next day.It seemed the old man was drunk enough that Gellert wandered aimlessly, picking up stones and throwing them into the Rhine. "What should I do?" He knew who lived in the small town ahead, "Grigorovich—"

Deathly Hallows.

"It's not difficult to get the Elder Wand." Gellert walked up the stone road, and the houses on both sides of the road were like crooked mushrooms, "After you get it..."

There was a big hole in his heart, to be precise, there was basically not much left.Ambition, desire, power, "You can't expect an old guy who has been in prison for decades to still think about pursuing these things," Gellert sat under the eaves of the hotel, writing casually in his notebook, "These are all external things... …will eventually disappear, leaving no trace. The last trace that can be left is," the quill pauses, "and the funny thing is, there is nothing left in the end."

That night, Gellert had a dream.

It was a summer night, and he sat in Nurmengard's cell, looking out through the narrow window.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the stars are shining brightly.With the spectacular summer Milky Way approaching soon, he was already mentally calculating the trajectory of Mars.Suddenly his heart beat, and the severe pain knocked him down.blood alliance!He screamed silently on the hard cold floor with his mouth half open, tightly clutching the small piece of cloth on his chest——

The temperature flowing in his blood suddenly disappeared, and he remembered the Muggle fairy tale in his semi-consciousness: the woman who drove the sleigh and wore a white fur cloak, her kiss was like a piece of ice...

Dumbledore is dead.

Half of his soul is permanently missing.After that, he waited a full nine months in bone-piercing pain and coldness for the person whose name he could not mention.But what does that kid know?He's a complete fool, Gellert Grindelwald said scornfully, "...there's a lot you don't understand..."

"But do you really understand?" The 16-year-old black wizard turned over in the starlight and muttered, "...No, even so..."

He sleeps in starlight and wakes up in sunlight.With the May sun beating lazily on the rim of his coffee cup, Gellert grabbed a newspaper and was about to swallow his lunch on the news.At this moment, one hand was pressed on the outdated copy of the Berlin Zehnder, and Bathilda Bagshot's voice sounded above his head: "Gellert, my boy, what are you doing here?—why Why not reply?"

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