【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

This morning, Gellert had been restless since he woke up.He climbed up to the roof, the sun was shining, and there was no cloud in the sky.The opposite window was open, and one could clearly see the situation in the room—no one was there, and Albus Dumbledore was already busy at his desk at this time.Single bed, neat sheets, bookshelves full of books.An inkwell was lying on a low table, snoring boredly.There is also a photo frame on the table, presumably it is a family portrait.

"Let me think." Gellert closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest, "... Arianna."

This time, it was still Albus's face that appeared in the white mist.But the scene changes, and he appears to be standing in front of a fireplace, raising his wand angrily. "Oh, that's great," Gellert muttered, "54 years, one cycle." He rolled over and down the roof, determined not to set foot outside the house until the day was over.

In the afternoon, Ariana called to him from outside the window, but Gellert turned a deaf ear to him, engrossed in his reading of "Catching the Ball: On the Disappearance of the Dodo".Bagshot reprimanded him for his impertinence as usual, "Really, you've become unlovable," the old woman complained, "The Dumbledores are lovely children, you should—"

"I'm going to be an animal advocate," Gellert said, "and have some pets—the non-sticky ones."

"Whatever you want," Bagshot knitting displeasedly, "you are suitable for raising a red hat, just as your father left you a castle as big as it is."

"I like little furry things." The little girl was still screaming out the window.Bagshot opened the door and let her in for a cup of tea.Arianna shook her head, "I can't go in...my brother won't allow me and Gellert to get too close."

"I'm so sad." Bagshot glared at Gellert. "He's rude. You'll have to forgive him. His school, Durmstrang, is full of rough teachers. I suspect they're all trolls." Descendants. I must write a letter..."

Gellert heard that sentence, and looked at the little girl across the living room, "Then why are you here?" arm."

"A troll without a golden hair." Ariana grimaced, "You're worse than a troll, if you ask me. Albus is gentle with trolls, I've never heard him say that about anyone --poor."

"Thank you, it's my honor." Gellert picked up the big book, "Farewell."

"Wait, can't you make a prophecy for me?" Arianna scratched the door frame and poked her head, "Please, Great Prophet. Make a prophecy for me, and I'll help you say it in front of my brother." Good words. Albus listens to me the most, and he'll change his mind about you."

"Why should I let him change his evaluation of me?" Gellert spread his hands indifferently, "He is not a big shot. Moreover, even if he is a big shot, in my eyes, he is just—"

Thirty centimeters off, that guy is no one.

With that, Gellert went upstairs to his room, allowing Bagshot to complain and Ariana to plead loudly.He closed his eyes and listened, lying on the bed and finished watching the comedy story about the ball and the bird playing Muggles.Twilight gradually enveloped the earth, and the light gradually changed from bright to dark.He rubbed his eyes, went to the kitchen to grab a sandwich and went up to the roof.The heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of the throat. "Damn it, something really troublesome is about to happen," Gellert muttered.The two aurora birds were staring longingly at the sandwich in his hand, and he pulled out his wand, blowing away the unlucky bird that was said to portend death without hesitation.

He lay on the roof, trying to make a prophecy, but couldn't concentrate.After a while, when red clouds covered the western sky, he saw Aberforth and Ariana go out, pinning carefully to the white fence.They were dressed in Muggle clothes, and Aberforth looked like a wild sheep herder.Ariana, on the other hand, was neat and pretty, with a puff-sleeved dress in a Muggle fashion, a bow tightly tied under the braid, and a pair of beautiful dancing shoes.The two brothers and sisters were very happy, humming a song and walking towards the town.

"That Albus isn't home today?" Gellert apparated into the living room, where Bagshot was writing. "Yes, he may have to come back very late tonight... If he doesn't come back at twelve o'clock, he won't come back overnight. Overtime, the new regulations of the Ministry of Magic, re-check those examination papers." The old woman pushed the mirror, " That's strange, don't you care about him?"

"I saw the little girl go out, and the sheep herder." Gellert poured himself a cup of tea, "Damn it, no coffee?"

"Watch your words," said Bagshot, with a stern glance at him, "I wrote to your uncle, you can't go to Durmstrang anymore - good boys can get rough there, you're an absolute must!" Good example, dear."

"They're out," Gellert said, the tea boiling hot so hot he almost threw the cup out. "They're all burrowing birds," he wiped his lips resentfully, "tomorrow I'll burn their nests to ashes."

"There's a party tonight," Bagshot said, blowing on the ink on the parchment. "They went dancing, I guess."

"Dancing!" Gellert glanced at the old-fashioned wall clock above the fireplace, eight o'clock. "They're still kids, how can they go dancing outside at night? Merlin's beard, my age—" Realizing that he had slipped his tongue, he quickly picked up his teacup to cover it up, "I mean, my uncle never allowed me to be here Going out alone at night, the Muggle world is full of dangers."

"That's for sure, Gellert, you'll just sneak out at night and kick Muggles like balls." Bagshot grumbled, "It's not safe, though. Albus won't let them dance either, probably today he Not here, so—"

Gellert sat down on the eaves again and looked towards the direction of the town.He didn't know why he paid so much attention to Ariana.Probably a shadow of 100 years ago... the timid girl lay soundless, blue eyes open.She has no trauma, just like a ceramic doll.Albus hugged the doll and called her name frantically, "Arianna," the red hair fell like a handful of blood on Ariana's nightdress, "Arianna, look at me, look at me I--"

"Bastard." Gellert closed his eyes.Before and after meeting Albus, he had met a lot of dead people and killed a lot of people.He never felt sad.What's there to be sad about cleaning up the trash?But he was genuinely sad for Ariana... maybe not for the crazy girl, but for Albus.He knew him, knew his pain.He also took advantage of this pain—

It's nine o'clock.He stared anxiously at the end of the road.The stone house of Dumbledore's house was dark, and Albus was probably still struggling with the strict rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic. "I'm not for him," Gellert said to himself, "Just this once..." He picked up his wand and whispered, "Call God for protection."

A silver mist spewed from the tip of the wand, and there was no formed Patronus.He is a dark wizard, and it is impossible for a dark wizard to have a Patronus. "Call for the Guardian." Gellert tried a second time unwillingly, he needed the Patronus to help him find Ariana, "Call for the Guardian!"

The silver mist is getting thinner and thinner.Invoking the Patronus requires concentrating on recalling, mobilizing the happiest memories.Gellert found sadly that he searched everywhere in the corners of his brain, but he couldn't find a trace of happiness.His past - Voldemort, the green light, the dark cell... the chocolate frog, the blank card... the undeliverable letter... Albus raised his wand calmly, blood soaking his robes... Albus Crying, holding the dead Ariana, "Why?" He looked at him with teary, cloudy blue eyes, "Why, Gellert?"

"Fuck him—" Gellert gritted his teeth. "Just this one time," he emphasized to himself, before jumping off the eaves and Apparating.