【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Honesty is a virtue, but too much honesty can easily make people speechless. "I think," Gellert took a deep breath, "we still—" We haven't reached the point of discussing this issue, he wants to say, I don't hate you, I don't like you, after all, you deviate by thirty centimeters , although you have identical blue eyes, bright and full of starlight.

"...I want to apologize to you." Albus took off a willow leaf and rubbed it unconsciously in his hand, "I'm sorry, I was abrupt—I used Legilimency on you that day. I'm curious, so……"

Gellert said dryly "oh", "I said," he continued fluently, "then I have to apologize to you too. You must have seen something very bad," shrugged, provoking One eyebrow, "Young people, there are some shameful things in their heads. I think you can understand, Mr. Dumbledore."

Albus nodded, his blue eyes moved away, he dropped the willow leaves and clasped his hands.Gellert lowered his voice, "I was wandering around after I got expelled, and before Aunt Bagshot caught me, I was in Berlin—you know, I'm kind of curious, just...Muggles like gold, well, no one doesn't Like gold."

It's as if it's true!To be honest, although the illegitimate children of the Dark Lord Grindelwald in the headlines of gossip tabloids can be compiled into a company, with lovers from all races, he is not actually addicted to lust, and it can even be evaluated that he is a clean man.He has a slight cleanliness, and even Nurmengard couldn't change that.He noticed at an early age that as soon as people fall in love, they become stupid and "lose class and dignity".He made up his mind that, like the wizard in the story, he would never fall victim to the weak.

However, he failed once.The object that had failed him—by thirty centimeters—was standing under the tree at this moment, with a sweet smell lingering around him.

"Anyway, I want you to apologize seriously." Albus changed the subject, "Please forgive me."

"It's all right," said Gellert, telling another lie, "I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't told me. You're amazing, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Thanks," said Albus dryly this time, "um... would you like to sit down?"

"There are some flying insects here." Gellert pulled out his wand and said a little charm.The swarm flew away, rising and falling on the river.He picked a rock and sat down, "Are you afraid of bugs?"

"No, my last name is a kind of bug." Albus sat down too. "In the trunk of this tree lives a nest of heartworms, which have taken over the bumblebee's nest. Do you know heartworms?"

"It's unlucky to hear the name."

"Sad bugs are gray, and their honey, if you can call it honey, is sad to eat, but a good antidote."

"Maybe it can cure the bite of the big-headed monster." Gellert picked up a small stone and threw it into the middle of the river. "Did my aunt ask you to persuade me to 'reform my evil'?"

Albus was silent for a moment.Summer nights in the valley are very cool, and when the wind blows, there is even a bit of chill. "No, Bagshot didn't ask me to persuade you. I wanted to talk to you myself - I work for the Wizarding Examinations Board, and in a few years, I want to go to Hogwarts as a teacher. Hogwarts is mine alma mater, and I love teaching."

"So you want to do a pedagogical experiment on me in advance?" Thirty centimeters, there is a deviation but not too big.Sure enough, he was going to be a teacher, teaching the little boy who couldn't hold a wand to read spells, turning snail shells into colorful, teapots into turtles. "You'd be a good professor, but I'm pretty much hopeless." Gellert grabbed a few pebbles and conjured up a handful of buttons, "I can do that, you OWLs, Owl Exams, whatever, I'm sure I'll fail."

"The spell you used to solve the Boggart last time was very beautiful." Albus said seriously, "and the method is very... sophisticated."

"Thank you," Gellert sneered, "third grade level, it can't be any higher."

"Your Boggart—" Albus seemed to hesitate. "Your Boggart, what is it? Can you tell me, if you don't mind." He added hastily, "Everyone has Something to be afraid of, I think—"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, is it?" Gellert threw the button in his palm into the river, hitting a toad.Toad puffed out his stomach and looked at him reproachfully. "And what's your Boggart?"

"I've never faced a Boggart," said Albus.

A lie - off by thirty centimeters, and it really wasn't "that" Albus.Of course, he's also lying, to each other. "It was a ghost," Gellert said seriously. "A ghost, not a ghost. He lived in my grandfather's castle, near the snow mountain. My father died long ago. He was an alcoholic. He danced after drinking. Descended from the cliff... probably thought I had grown wings. My mother was a madman, the product of inbreeding. She didn't jump off the cliff... died of dystocia, took my brother or sister with me. I was led by servants to watch my parents Later I met that ghost. He wandered around the castle, his face was covered in blood, leaving a long trail of blood where he walked... He scared me so much that I couldn't get sick. Strangely, except for me No one can see him. It may also be a product of my imagination because I am too lonely."

"I see," said Albus. "It was kind of scary."

"You should tidy up your house so that there are no boggarts that slip through the net, and there are dirty things like bondemans. My aunt said you are an omega, and an omega should take on the responsibility of the family." Gellert said maliciously , got up and patted the dirt on the robe, "Your brother is not the kind of gentleman who can clean up. As for your sister, she is too young and not sensible."

"Thank you, I will." Albus's tone was not abnormal, but full of sincerity, "I owe a lot to my family, I should pay more attention to Aberforth and Ariana."

They returned the same way one after the other.The evening wind brought the sweet aroma of honey, which smelled very pleasant.When he had a chance to ask about the brand of the perfume, Gellert thought, Muggles only make pungent artificial fragrances, and this must be the kind of perfume only wizards can make. "What kind of books do you like to read?" asked Albus suddenly. "Do you like music?"

"I like to cast jinxes, break out my classmates' heads, and turn my professor's hat into a slug," Gellert said. "I don't like reading, and I'm not interested in books of any kind."

"Your wand has a very special shape."

Oh, Merlin, don't make further talk.Albus, who was off by thirty centimeters, caused Gellert a moment of anxiety. "It's just a branch," he said hoarsely. "It's easy to tear your trousers—good night, Dumbledore."

"Good night." Albus stood in front of the fence, "Goodbye."