【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"My brother taught me to waltz, Gellert." Ariana waved at Gellert through the fence. "Can you hear me?"

28 more days to go.Gellert was too lazy to bother with the little girl's address. The British are not as good as the next generation, and it has nothing to do with him.He was thrown out by Bagshot. "What are you doing in the house?" said the old woman, drawing the curtains, and the bright sunlight flooded the floor at once. "Get out, anywhere—but don't blow anything up, Did you hear me?"

Even the most mediocre wizard has blown a cauldron, let alone a boy of fifteen or sixteen.There was a time when boys in Durmstrang took pride in burning other people's hair.Gellert lazily walked from one end of the side street to the other, and then turned back to the river.There was a thick willow tree with a crooked neck growing beside the river, and bumblebees were flying. He picked a thick branch and covered his face with his hat.

The sweet scent of honey enveloped him softly, "that" Albus's perfume.The real Albus had never worn perfume, to be precise, he did not remember any strange scents from his red-haired lover in that two-month relationship.Of course, the Dumbledore family was struggling financially at that time, and Albus couldn't afford to "dress up" with spare money.But he likes pretty baubles and polishes the trophies to a sparkle.Gellert made fun of him for being a magpie, Albus gave him a sideways look, and then they kissed and stroked each other and rolled in grass and mud.

"Christmas...I want, I want to give you a present," Gellert panted, "You'll never guess."

"I wouldn't be surprised if you gave me your heart," said Albus sweetly. "I'll give you a Christmas present, too."

He wanted to give Albus a particularly expensive Christmas gift, and what he wanted to give had been lost in time a hundred years ago. On Christmas Eve in 1899, he lay in the attic of a small hotel in Königsberg, listening to the noisy singing downstairs.No one gave him presents.Albus will get a lot of presents, he thought, without me, and besides, he hates me.Disappointed, Gellert wiped the Elder Wand lightly... no gift, no Albus, so what?His plan went off without a hitch.In a few months, he had acquired one of the Three Deathly Hallows. "I'm going to make him realize his problems... he's a coward and I'll win. Dumbledore will have to cry and beg for forgiveness then." But the Elder Wand didn't lift the mood either, it must be Christmas's fault. "Without him, I can still find other like-minded people...the world is so big."

He couldn't find the second Albus after all.The world is so big, there is only one Albus Dumbledore, and he has only one heart.In that summer, his heart was sent unconsciously, but he himself did not realize it at the time.

"Stupid teenager." Gellert fended off bumblebees and small insects with his hat. "Go away." He jumped off the willow tree and walked back down the path.Arianna had probably been spying behind the fence, and just as he turned the corner, the girl jumped out like a goblin on a spring, giggling, "Gellert—"

Gellert didn't look sideways, and Ariana quickly ran to the middle of the road to block his way, "Hi! I'm calling you!"

"Get out of the way, little girl, go back and play with your doll—"

"I'm 14 and I'm a big girl!"

"Oh," Gellertra said, "big girl." He noticed that Ariana was wearing a Muggle dress. "What is that, a pumpkin? Why did you sew two bulging Where's the pumpkin, miss?"

"This is puff sleeves, you," Arianna rolled her eyes, "little guy."

Although Gellert had hinted to himself countless times, he was still on the verge of throwing a fit. "No manners," he hissed. "Your brother should teach you manners!"

"You are only 16 years old, I have no problem speaking to you." Arianna smiled and played with her braids. "Hey, can you give me a prophecy?"

"Go to town, there is a circus that can satisfy you." The sun was drying his face and arms, and his body was sweating profusely.Gellert kicked away a few unconscious goblins and walked into the living room.Ariana followed, chattering as she walked, "I'm going, Albus gave me a few pennies. Do you know pennies? Muggle money. I paid two pennies, a gypsy woman showed me I got her crystal ball. But I don't think there's any magic in her. She said I'd marry a black-haired stocky man. The Potters in the valley had black hair, but they were very thin and there were no fat people. ..."

"Those Muggles are cheating money," Bagshot said, handing Ariana a cup of tea while letting the crystal ball fly into Gellert's hand. "You can help Ariana see, it won't hurt."

Gellert held up the crystal ball helplessly, and said nonsense, "Pull away the fog of the future—" The future, the future, Ariana, the white mist billowing up...it was still Albus's face.

"I can't see it." He threw away the crystal ball, "Recently my sky eyes are probably covered in butter."

"Then you won't be a saint." Arianna said coolly.

In the evening, after dinner, before Gellert had time to get on the roof, Albus came to the door and offered to "walk and chat" with him. "I have nothing to say to you, sir," Gellert said, his feet betraying his spirit, refusing to move, smelling the sweet scent. "Albus works for the Wizarding Examinations Board, and his NEWTs are all O." Bagshot said sternly, "You should learn from his experience. As far as I know, you haven't got a single OWLs certificate."

"Durmstrang doesn't take that stuff," Gellert rubbed his face. "Besides, you don't need an OWLs certificate to be a saint. I just need to be thrown off the mountain."

"Gellert Grindelwald!" Bagshot rarely called him by his full name. "Go out with Albus—now, now, now!"

Given that he would be living here for a while, Gellert relented. "Damn it," he muttered in German, scratching his hair, "what rubbish exam—"

"If you're looking for a job, it wouldn't hurt to have a few more certificates," said Albus gently, in German.

"You can speak German?" Gellert narrowed his eyes, "Not bad, it sounds like an Englishman."

Albus smiled, "We can go there for a walk." He stretched out his hand and made a gentleman's invitation, "There is a stream over there, and the scenery is pleasant under the moonlight." He led the way, and until now, Geller Te can only go with him.The two came to the willow tree in silence, the moonlight was bright, the water was sparkling, and the frog was clucking loudly.Then he said, still in that mild tone, "You hate me, Mr. Grindelwald."