【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Aberforth rushed out barefoot. His room was on the first floor, with the window next to the sheepfold. "What happened?—fuck! Who are you?"

In 3 minutes, Ariana screamed at least five times, and the deep sleep should be applauded.But Gellert wasn't in the mood to taunt the goat kid, that boggart, the damned magical creature, the rat in the ditch, he should just blow that guy up, "—I wasn't asleep," he explained dryly, the brain Spinning, "I heard her yelling, 'help' or something."

Albus in front of him had just turned his birthday, and Gellert would never forget the birthday he missed.It was a few days after Albus' birthday when they met.He was going to give a make-up gift at Christmas, but the opportunity was forever missed.Albus grew at least two inches later, along with his hair and beard, of course.He had seen photographs of the Hogwarts Transfiguration teacher several times in newspapers and magazines, and when they met again in 1945, Albus Dumbledore was emaciated, with a determined and icy expression - something he had never seen before. Albus, perhaps better known as Professor Dumbledore.

He should not recognize his own appearance decades later, Gellert prayed desperately, and his facial features were covered with blood, "I thought your house was broken into, "The Daily Prophet" reminded that there have been several incidents in Scotland recently. A magic thief." He pretended to look around the living room, "The protective barrier of your house seems...not so...sturdy..."

"Bullshit," Aberforth yelled, "I think you're a magic thief! Sneaky, sneaking around in the middle of the night—"

"No, Mr. German saved me." Ariana cried in Albus's arms, choked up and could hardly breathe, "Yes, I'm sorry, brother, I didn't listen to you again. I read... see Horror novels, about, about a black cat, about being—”

"Okay, Arianna, it's all right." Albus said softly, hugging his sister, and gently stroking her trembling back. "Don't be afraid, I'm here, and Aberforth is here. We'll stay with you." Your... that's a Boggart."

"Stupid thing!" Aberforth spat, "Tomorrow I'll clean out all the cabinets at home, garbage! Scaring the little girl!"

Albus, the crying Ariana, the cursing Aberforth, plus an unexpected guest with a wand in his hand, gathered in the living room of Dumbledore's house, an extraordinary combination, Gellert felt his calf go weak, 100 years , This scene is also like a midnight nightmare. "Then I'll go first, good night." He said in a hurry, bumping into the corner of the table accidentally.The table was not where he remembered it, it was shifted half a meter to the north.Albus handed Ariana to Aberforth, and came over to help him open the door, "This way, please."

A few goblins ran around in the dark, giggling and giggling.Gellert went outside, and the summer wind brushed his shoulders, and he began to regret.He couldn't explain Apparition, and in theory, he'd never been inside Dumbledore's Stone House.There was no abnormality in Albus's voice, "Thank you for your rescue, my sister is timid."

"Of course, she's... a little girl." Gellert said awkwardly, but given that he lived to be more than 100 years old and was good at lying, he could speak fluently without being burdened by lies, "I peeped at your house Parlor, excuse me, I'm just curious."

Albus smiled faintly, "Good night."

Gellert let out a long breath, and Apparated again, to his crib.He lay down, and after a few seconds, he jumped up and ran to the window, peering through the gap in the curtains. The oil lamp was lit in the living room, and it was quickly extinguished.The two conscientious elder brothers will definitely spend the night with the little sister, overcoming fear.He returned to the bed and pulled up the thin floral quilt.This world is not the same as his, like that table, subtly offset - Bagshot doesn't think highly of the Secrecy Act; Gellert experiments with blowing up rooms, but he doesn't kill his classmate; the Grindelwald family also showed a more tolerant attitude towards his expulsion.And the Dumbledores, first and foremost, Ariana wasn't crazy; Percival didn't die in Azkaban; Albus's favorite jam was no longer raspberries, and after graduation he entered the Ministry of Magic... …But this shift is only thirty centimeters away. Bagshot is still the author of "History of Magic", and he still likes butter biscuits for afternoon tea; Percival died young, and then the Dumbledore family moved from Fertile Fields Godric's Hollow; Kendra also passed away this year; Albus's taste for sweets hasn't changed... "Be careful," Gellert told himself, not to repeat the same mistakes.But before that, tomorrow morning, he had to experiment.

"...I'm in a terrible mood." The next morning, Gellert got up early in the morning, ruffled his hair, and pretended to be very depressed, "Bashhot, I want to go home."

"Besides, your uncle's owl has just flown in with his letter." Bagshot directed the eggs and sausages to jump into the cauldron. "He said he wants you to stay here, keep your temper, and not go anywhere. Otherwise." Just break your Galleon."

Gellert's heart sank deep in his stomach. "I'm very sad," he argued. "I want to go home. I'll stay at the manor and never leave."

"Be obedient." The old woman looked at him with pity. "You don't know how stubborn your uncle is. You are not yet 17 years old, and your parents' will will not take effect until you become an adult. Bear with it, dear. Remember Live, most of life is enduring. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Gellert added a cube of sugar to the tea.Merlin was playing with him, he sneered.It seems that the little girl Arianna escaped three violent and ignorant Muggle children, but she couldn't escape this summer. Does "that" Albus know?He shrugged his nose and suddenly smelled the sweet aroma of honey.In the past few days, the smell of honey lingering in Bagshot's house has become weaker and weaker. If you don't sniff it hard, it's hard to find any clues.But now he smelled it clearly again, this time, even his cuffs were stained, as if he had fallen into a jar of pickled honey preserves.

"Strange," he thought, forking a sausage.Just as he was eating his breakfast, he saw the door of Dumbledore's room across the way open, and Albus looked stern, causing his heart to soar from the bottom of his stomach and slam into his throat.

"Bashshot," said the red-haired young man anxiously but calmly, "Ariana has a high fever...can you go over and see?"