【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Experienced historians have concluded that the poor girl was scared out of her wits by the Boggart. "Really, they love to burrow into dark places, closets, cupboards, even behind the wall clock." Bagshot nagged and boiled the tranquilizing potion, and Gellert had a quick eye and took two small Take the beetle eyes in a spoon, weigh them on a balance, pour out a few, and hand them over. "You're really good at learning!" The old woman exclaimed in surprise, "I thought Durmstrang only taught things like compound soup!"

"It's too cold, and I often boil it by myself," Gellert said casually.He felt anxious, would Ariana really die?Like her mother, died of disease.When the steaming potion of calming the nerves came out, he followed Bagshot into Dumbledore's house on the pretext of visiting his neighbors.

Arianna shrank under the quilt, her little face flushed.Albus clutched her hand tightly while Aberforth paced back and forth anxiously, both brothers sweating profusely. "Come on, drink it." Bagshot handed over the bowl, "Drink it down, don't leave a drop."

"I burned all those novels," said Aberforth, scratching his cheek in exasperation. "I should have known that Muggles are never good."

"Mr. Germany." Arianna drank the potion and turned her gaze to Gellert.Albus looked up, too, expressionless.Gellert didn't correct the mistake of his nationality. Anyway, this is a turbulent era, such as the Second Empire, the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the Weimar Republic... Sometimes even he himself can't tell which country he should be. "Thank you for saving me." The girl thanked gratefully. "I had a terrible dream. I dreamed—"

"Sleep." Gellert said simply.Ariana's appearance made him uncomfortable, reminding him of 100 years ago, in the same summer, in the same valley, in the same stone house, the crazy girl screamed, and the black mist burst from her small body. He was stunned, Albus blocked Aberforth tightly, all kinds of spells stagnated at that moment, and then flew around in an increasingly chaotic manner.And then Ariana was dead, on the floor like a quiet doll, staring at the ceiling with hollow blue eyes.doll!He couldn't help thinking about the news of "that" Albus' death again. He fell from a high tower, like a big abandoned doll, and fell on the field, his body's limbs twisted into strange movements.The Death Eaters repeated the scene eight hundred times on the front page after they took over the Daily Prophet—"You'll be fine." He nodded, not daring to look "this" Albus in the eye, just slipped away.He wandered aimlessly in the valley, hungry.A few bumblebees were busy collecting nectar. He stared at their round, fluffy buttocks and muttered, "This is a dilemma."

He lay down under a willow tree by the river and fell asleep in the sun.One afternoon, when Gellert returned to his aunt's house, Bagshot told him that Ariana's fever was still not gone, and Albus decided to take her to St. Mungo's. "The Dumbledores don't like going to the hospital very much," she said. "Some people hate the smell."

"Nobody likes a hospital," Gellert said, grabbing a sandwich and swinging to the roof to lie down.The sweet honey smell lingered, and he ate the bacon and dry bread with that smell.Some time later, as the sun began to sink, he saw a figure Apparate into the middle of the road.Red hair, blue eyes, tall and thin - it was Albus.

"Hello." Albus stood there, waving to him.It would be unreasonable to avoid it at this time, Gellert put on a haughty posture, "Hello. How is your sister's illness?"

"Under control."

"Glad to hear that."

Albus watched him, and Gellert wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.There's nothing scary about a Ministry of Magic imp, the one he's most afraid of exists only in a boggart's vision. "She needs to be hospitalized, for a day or two," said Albus. "Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."

"You're welcome, Dumbledore."

As St. Mungo's therapist said, Ariana was released from the hospital two days later.Although he didn't recover to the point where he was alive and kicking, at least his fever subsided. "I don't watch Poe anymore." She curled up under the covers, sipping a refreshing drink made by Bagshot, "Boggarts are terrible, Albus thought I was really lost, he was so anxious Damn, want to go to the Department of Mysteries—”

Gellert smiled.The first alarm is lifted?At night, he climbed to the roof and calculated that there were still 35 days before the date of the accident.Every moment of those 35 days and nights was dangerous.In other words, this year is very dangerous.But why should he worry about Ariana?She is a healthy girl...

"Mr Grindelwald."

The opposite window opened, and Albus leaned out half of his body, "Good evening."

Gellert almost threw the crystal ball out of his arms, "Oh, hello, good evening."

"Can you come over?" Albus asked politely.

"I'm going to sleep." Gellert didn't want to talk to him at all.He still hadn't quite found the excuse for that Apparation. "This" Albus wasn't as clever as he had been, but it wasn't to be underestimated.A guy named Albus Dumbledore is always something to watch out for.He rolled down the window sill and got into the window, his heart pounding.In order to get rid of Godric's curse, or to give up the idea of ​​being St. Gellert, go to the Potter's house - I heard that his family has made a fortune - and get some gold coins to go back to Europe. "Albus," Gellert said, reminiscing the name on the tip of his tongue, "Albus."

His Albus was dead, and he couldn't face the new Albus. An old man over 100 years old can't even take this matter seriously.Gellert taunted himself dimly, "...you can pursue him...as long as you can forget..."

But the new Albus was different from what he had imagined.The next afternoon, at a quarter to five, he knocked on Bagshot's door with a tray. "Thanks for your help," Albus said with a decent smile, "I baked some finger biscuits."

Gellert almost jumped out of the couch, he should have gone to the garden and experimented with the Goblin Repelling Charm instead of sitting here staring at two quills fighting.He watched the man turn to him, "Oh, are you creating a spell?" The red-haired young man said briskly, "I think, you used the wrong frame." He picked up the parchment and said pedantically Pushing the glasses, "And here—"

Even the handwriting is almost the same, Russian fancy font.Gellert Grindelwald said that he likes the novels of Tsarist Russian Muggle writers, which are suitable for passing the time in the quiet and long Nordic winter nights. "However, the goblins are not too harmful, so there is no need to kill them all." Albus straightened his body, and the blond boy raised his face nervously, his lips were drawn into a straight line, and his jaw was tense.His young body was exuding a very fresh and icy smell, and Albus resisted the urge to eat mints and said with a sincere expression, "What do you think?"