【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Bathilda Bagshot was a difficult woman, as evidenced by her ability to create A History of Magic.The book is hundreds of pages long, thick enough to kill a Voldebat. It is estimated that, except for the top students at Hogwarts, few students can really finish reading it.After Ariana's accidental death, Gellert fled back to the European continent and never saw his great-aunt again.

As a historian, how does she judge me?She does not seem to be known to have been involved in writing or revising editions of A History of Magic after 1920.Gellert raised his eyes, picked up his coffee cup pretending to be casual, "Hello."

"You naughty boy," Bathilda's eyes widened, "your family is going crazy for you—"

"Oh," Gellert sighed dryly, "I'm so relieved to hear that. I thought they'd wiped me off the family tree."

"Your uncle is not as narrow-minded as you think." Bathilda sat in the empty chair and ordered a cup of black tea for herself.She has been in the UK for too many years and has long been accustomed to the British life. "Any fifteen or sixteen-year-old child will make mistakes. At this age, you can hardly control yourself. Well, I have seen boys who can control their emotions. But it’s just that one.”

"That one" must mean something, and Gellert ignores it. "I'm not going back."

"—my dear nephew paid Durmstrang a lot of money to repair the tower. That poor classroom can't be repaired, Merlin, they should really think about it, there must be something wrong with the foundation .It's never a good idea to have kids running around on shaky foundations. Durmstrang has given you permission to go back next term, and speaking of which, several professors quite like you, and they agree you're the brightest student."

"Thank you, for the sake of gold, they finally touched their conscience."

Bathilda grinned, "You're still so likable." She stretched out her arm, and patted Gellert on the head across the table a few times, "It's embarrassing to be fired, isn't it?"

"Maybe." Gellert didn't duck, letting the old woman mess up his blond hair.He absently cut open the red sausage, wondering how to get out.

"—If you want me to say, you are almost 17 years old. Why don't you settle down early... get married and take your temper away." She rambled on by herself, "It seems that the blow is very big, huh? You used to hate people touching you the most hair."

"I've changed." Gellert pushed the plate away and put a silver coin under it. "Auntie, I won't go back to school, nor will I go home. I want to go out for a walk."

"Nonsense," Bagshot said, pulling out his handkerchief. "Where can you go? It's not safe anymore, and old Europe has gone crazy. I heard that the Black Forest is full of werewolves and vampires, and the German Kaiser can't do anything about them. After all, It's a Muggle! Here, wipe your mouth, be a gentleman, Gellert, you're too old."

Liberal arts students tend to be incomprehensible - Gellert Grindelwald especially dislikes liberal arts-born Muggles, they are more insane than ordinary Muggles.He grabbed the handkerchief, three, two, one, the handkerchief suddenly shone and trembled violently in his hand, and he instantly realized that he had been fooled.

"See you later." Bagshot waved his hand and said with a smile.

The Dark Lord, who used to travel across Europe, had a place he least wanted to go to.He was lying face down among a pile of cushions, clutching the embroidered silk handkerchief in his hand.The air here made him suffocate, Gellert turned over and sat up, the small living room was exactly the same as it was more than a hundred years ago, filled with books, newspapers, cushions and the choking smell of burning spices.A few small candles were lit on the wooden square table, the candlelight flickered, and the aroma became more intense.

"You live upstairs." With a soft "snap", Bagshot appeared in the air, holding her grandnephew's suitcase in his right hand, "Oh, let me see the fireplace... very good, the fire is burning brightly , the cake is about to be ready."

"I hate it here," Gellert said dryly, throwing the handkerchief away. "Here...I want to throw up."

Of course he is going.Had he stayed a little longer, Bagshot would have asked him to send cauldron cakes to the next-door neighbor.And he would knock on the little painted door with a steaming pan of butter cake to meet the red-haired eldest son of the Dumbledore family.They'd chat a bit after that, starting with Transfiguration—always with Transfiguration, the great Albus Dumbledore, Transfiguration expert.When Grindelwald was in full swing, he set up a column on transfiguration, in addition to answering those stupid questions-making teacups grow strong enough legs, woolen hats into rabbits-and reminding them of the rise of the dark wizard.Gellert had read the papers, and he found them boring and ridiculous.

"That's spice," Bagshot said, waving his wand and levitating the suitcase. "Ten Sickles an ounce. Very expensive."

"listen to me--"

"You must stay."

"No 'must,'" Gellert reminded himself to calm down as he smelled the aroma of the pot of cakes about to come out of the oven, "Okay, I'll go back to the mansion, is that okay?"

"No, I told your uncle." Bagshot said, "He thinks it's good for you to 'come out for a walk'. Anyway, it's too early to leave school. In short, you must stay. I will not let a child in the differentiation stage Running around in the street, you don't know what kind of temptation you will encounter, my dear."

A strange word appeared in Bagshot's words, "differentiation period," which Gellert had never heard.But he didn't have the time to ask and think. The hands of the clock were about to coincide. At twelve o'clock, the cauldron cake would turn golden and fluffy.Just before he took out his wand, two uninvited guests suddenly appeared in the living room, Gellert subconsciously aimed his wand at the nose of one of them, "faint—"

"Stop it," Bagshot screamed, "they're neighbor kids!"

The spell was swallowed back, and Gellert took a few steps back.The blond girl looked into his eyes curiously. "Look, Aberforth, he has two eyes of different colors."

"It's kind of weird." Aberforth, a tall, thin 15-year-old with messy red hair, was not very curious, but arrogant and aggressive. "Arianna, stay away from him."

"You can't wait, can you?" Bagshot beamed. "Sit down, the cake will be out soon. I also made fresh yellow plum jam."

"Great!" Ariana exclaimed, tiptoeing around a few times, "Albus's favorite jam!—did you put a lot of sugar?"

"Of course, of course." Bagshot pushed the little girl onto the sofa.The clock roared, the hour and minute hands merged into one, and the flame in the fireplace suddenly turned emerald green. A few seconds later, Albus Dumbledore stepped out of the flame with a leg, an intoxicating sweet smell Immediately filled the entire living room.

"Hello everyone—" he greeted gently, patting the soot on the edge of his robes, "oh, cake."

"And yellow plum jam!" Arianna jumped up and threw herself into his arms, "Your favorite!"

"Not bad," said Albus, laughing, his piercing blue eyes gleaming behind his spectacles.