【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

A persistent low-grade fever caused weakness, and Albus was bedridden and took a day off work.He also had to miss Sunday service, "Hold on and stay away," he told Aberforth, "the wallet is in the second drawer of the chest of drawers, take some money - Muggle money - Buy some chocolates for Ariana."

Aberforth agreed and led Ariana by the hand to church.He saw their small figures from the window, the potion roiling in his stomach, and he rushed to the bathroom to spit it out.Maybe some licorice, he thought, or something else that would improve the taste.Wild pigeons landed on the wide eaves opposite, whispering intimately.Under the eaves, the curtains of the bedroom were still tightly drawn, without any movement.

After sending Harry away, he wandered for a long time on the boundary between life and death.Gellert was dead, and Albus had expected it.Voldemort needed a mighty wand—perhaps the strongest—to defeat the Boy Who Lived, and what wand could be more powerful and cunning than the Elder Wand?Voldemort was bound to find Gellert Grindelwald, the almost forgotten Dark wizard imprisoned in Nurmengard.He chewed over the information Harry had brought, the words and actions of the man. After the 1945 trial, Nurmengard Castle was converted into a prison.Not once did he go to Austria to visit his defeated rival, not once.He never wrote a letter, and never took the initiative to inquire about the situation of the Demon King.He was also relieved that he had never received Gellert's letter.If the man had written, it would have been filled with bitter sarcasm.Sometime between the 40s and [-]s, Grindelwald, the ruler of continental Europe, devoted himself to embarrassing and distressing him.They know each other too well, and they know how to use the most correct posture to cut towards the softest part of each other's heart.He is sure that Grindelwald's prison life will not be too comfortable, he has committed a lot of crimes, and he deserves it.People's biggest worry is whether he will commit suicide, and the Aurors of the European Federation of Magic have tried their best to ensure that Grindelwald will not give up on himself.Going to prison is much more painful than killing him directly. The blond man was so proud... Finally, Albus Dumbledore thought he had been cured, and he no longer struggled with Gellert Grindelwald's treatment of him. To use and to hurt, when he looked into the Mirror of Erised, he saw his family: Ariana, rosy and lively; Behind them, Percival was tall and thin and handsome, with a smile in his eyes, and Candela combed her hair meticulously, with a serious expression, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.He has what he's dreamed of in the mirror - a perfect home.

Waiting, waiting, several trains passed.Albus sat on the bench, many transparent figures came and went, but no one came over.He silently calculated that Gellert should have died in March of that year, and if he wanted to come to see him, they should have met here a few months ago.But he had never seen that person—maybe Gellert had changed, and he couldn't recognize him; and after 53 years, he wasn't the same Albus Dumbledore back then, and Gellert might not have recognized him either. Without him, maybe he didn't have the idea of ​​meeting him and settling the past.Harry was a caring child, and his guesses comforted his old heart... "However," Albus stood up, and the red train slowly pulled into the station, steaming from the front, "he showed remorse. But confession is just confession, take it easy, it's time to move on."

"Are you sure?" a voice asked.

"I guess, I'm sure," he said, stepping onto the Hogwarts Express and finding the last compartment of the carriage, "and I'm pretty sure I'm not fit to be a ghost."

"Have a nice trip," said the voice.

"Thanks." Albus pulled out a few lemon sherbets from his pocket, "Hope hell provides candy and raspberry jam too."

The train rumbled forward, over the grassy slopes, over the mountains, over the Hogwarts castle.He finally found peace of mind, and in a quiet white light, he was as light as a feather——

Then he floated, fell, and opened his eyes again.He saw Candela's face, so young, so beautiful.He saw Percival's piercing blue eyes, filled with tender love.He was terrified, and immediately uttered his first cry in the new world.

"The pastor's sermon was boring today." Ariana knocked on the door and ran in quickly after getting permission, "Albus! Aberforth made milk porridge. I don't know if it succeeded, at least it didn't get mugged .I added more sugar, would you like some?"

"Thank you, dear." Albus felt the commotion pass, and he sat up propping himself up. "What did the pastor say?"

"Forget it, I just remember saying 'Amen' to him." Ariana yelled, "Milk porridge! Aberforth! Brother woke up!"

Aberforth apparently fell down the stairs and spilled half the porridge.He took the rag and went downstairs cursing. "Try it," Arianna said, "it smells delicious."

"Have you eaten the chocolate?" Albus scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his sister's mouth.The girl stepped back warily. "This is for you, Albus. I can't eat yours—oh, I didn't eat chocolate. Who wants chocolate candy? Only little girls are greedy like that."

"You're a little girl." Albus smiled, and he drank the overly sweet milk porridge, the sugar giving him some strength.He listened carefully to his sister's twittering, "...that Muggle named John agreed to buy Albus's goat, and they went to the town to trade in the afternoon. His son, Johnny, has a lot of freckles on the tip of his nose, and he stutters when he speaks." He could be a real stutter. But we can't laugh at other people's faults, can we? Little John asked me where I went to school, and I just kept smiling at him like a lady the way you told me. He stuttered more incredible……"

"how old is he?"

"13, 14? About my age, I didn't ask. I don't talk to Muggles."

Albus touched his sister's hair, and the girl looked at him innocently, "Albus, why didn't you agree to that American? Isn't it popular to go to America now?"

"You want to go to America?"

"I don't want to. I like old Godric."

"I'm not married." Albus let the bowl and spoon jump onto the table. "And, I don't like him."

"I understand, you have no love for him." Arianna held her face and shook her shoulders, "A union without love is painful and unclean. I hope you get love, and that person will be good-looking and beautiful again." Smart and rich."

Albus was amused by her, "Thank you, Ariana. Too bad..." He rolled his eyes at himself in his mind: Sinner, you don't deserve that.