【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"I heard that you will make a prophecy." Ariana sat upright on a chair, her long wavy blond hair was braided and tied with bows of different colors, "Can you make a prophecy for me? "

The improved goblin expulsion spell still failed.For Merlin's sake, "the garden is full of goblins" and "the goblins keep hitting the fence" are almost more annoying. Gellert kicked them when he was hit on the calf by the dazed goblins in the morning go out.Albus Dumbledore, who made an outstanding contribution to the Goblin Repelling Curse, stood on the other side of the road and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"Good morning, Mr. Grindelwald." He shone like an icon in the morning light.

"Morning." Gellert replied dryly, and the watering can floated in mid-air, watering the last surviving yellow peony.For several days in succession, Albus came to the door to thank him, and his attitude was more hospitable than before.His Latin is very good, probably due to the influence of his religious mother.He is not talkative, but he can always hit the nail on the head.Gellert was momentarily relieved that he never asked about the Boggart and Apparation that night, though. "But the kid lacks some calm sense of humor." The old devil in the young skin commented critically, "This is a deviation of thirty centimeters."

Bagshot seemed happy with Albus's "disturbance". "That kid lacks a partner of the same age, he is too smart, and few teenage boys can chat with him." She went out to buy a lot after lunch, and the kitchen table was piled up with large and small bags of food, "he You can write excellent papers in your second year at Hogwarts. Gellert, don't curl your lips. I know you can too, but you never use your intelligence for good. You should take what Merlin gave you Put your talents on pursuing fame, being a prefect or something..."

Pursuing fame, perhaps the last thing he should be contaminated with in his life is the word "fame".Gellert burned the parchment to ashes and vowed not to meditate on spells until the summer was over.He has to avoid something.

"I didn't take the divination class." Gellert didn't want to talk to Ariana, "Divination is a lie."

Arianna rested her chin on her hands, "Albus advised me not to choose divination. He said that divination is one of the most inaccurate disciplines, and it depends on talent." She stared at Gellert closely, "Bashot said, you With the blood of a prophet."

"I can't even predict tomorrow's weather." Gellert shook his legs, God, he would rather fight the troll!The idea of ​​taking some money from the Potters' house came to my mind again. The family was not far away, and the hair of every child in the family was messy.

"I don't believe you, you lied to me," Arianna said sharply. "Then let's bet! Tomorrow will be sunny."

Gellert didn't even think about it, "Okay, you win."

"It's boring." Ariana's face collapsed in frustration, "You are a boring guy, not fashionable at all."

"Thank you for your comment, ma'am." Gellert glanced into the kitchen, where Bagshot and Albus were chatting pleasantly, and the cauldron gurgled a stew.Before Aberforth drove all his sheep into the sheepfold, there were occasional bleating noises outside. "You," Bagshot poked his head out, "Gellert, watch your tone. You're Ariana's brother—"

"I'm the only child." Gellert noticed Albus' gaze, and quickly strengthened the shielding of his brain.A burst of numbness rose from his back, as if several transparent tentacles were probing near his temples.That guy trying to get into my head?childish trick.Gellert pretended not to know, and let one of the tentacles enter, giving it the illusion of young Muggle girls naked, hugging and kissing each other in a dimly lit room.The tentacles were immediately withdrawn as if they were scalded.

Repent, Puritans.Gellert snickered, raised his wand, and shouted, "Crystal ball coming!" He caught the crystal ball expressionlessly, and stared down at the white mist swirling within it.

"Weather." He pretended to tap the crystal ball with his wand, and the white mist swirled faster.Aberforth staggered in, bringing in a smell of sheep, Arianna clapped her hands happily, "Look, Mr. Germany is prophesying!"

"Liar." Aberforth snorted.

The crystal ball was a front, Gellert's pedigree allowed him to make prophecies without an intermediary.He hugged the cold stone, distracted, "Arianna," he said silently, "Arianna—"

A cloud of white mist, Albus's smiling face.This time the picture was clearer than before, and he could see something wrapped in a blanket in his arms. "The weather is getting colder," Gellert said through clenched teeth. "It will rain in the afternoon... until the afternoon. Remember to bring an umbrella."

"Wow." Ariana covered her mouth, "Is this a real prophecy?"

"Fake, it won't rain tomorrow. The Muggles in town said it won't rain this week." Aberforth sat beside his sister angrily. Waving, as if to drive away disturbing horseflies. "It's time to eat." Bagshot beamed and let the cauldron slide onto the table. "Albus, why don't you sit with Gellert? I think you must have a lot to talk about."

The red-haired young man sat down, and with the sweet smell of honey, he began to pray with his siblings.Gellert could confirm that the smell of honey came from Albus himself, perhaps some new type of perfume.Although strong, it is not pungent.He should be tolerant to young people, liking perfume is not a big disadvantage, after all, the other party is an omega. Omega likes beautiful items, all the relevant books that can be found say so, pursuing omega, you can give exquisite gifts, such as silk, perfume, jewelry——

"Mr. Grindelwald," Albus said quietly after praying, "I just heard—forgive me, I didn't eavesdrop—that you didn't take Divination?"

"Yeah," Gellert replied gruffly, trying to be as rude as possible, "Is it about you, Dumbledore?"

Aberforth raised his voice, "Don't be rude to my brother!" At the same time, Bagshot slammed the table down, "Gellert!"

"It's okay." Albus was tolerant, "You're in fifth year, aren't you? Hogwarts accepts employment counseling for students in their fifth year. Does Durmstrang have similar counseling?"

"We're only concerned with jinxing our classmates' heads," Gellert said, dragging Marmalade toward him. "Like, a Bloat Charm—"

"Gellert!" Bagshot glared at her unrepentant grand-nephew, "Watch your words!" She turned to Albus, "Oh, dear, Gellert is naughty, you know, kids of this age ..."

Albus smiled slightly, and cut the steak into small pieces.He eats very elegantly, "16 years old, I understand—Mr. Grindelwald, have you considered your future career?"

This question is fairly simple.Gellert clicked his lips, making himself look like an uneducated wild child, "Thinking about it. I want to," he rubbed his belly and hiccupped, "be a saint."