【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

leisurely evening.

Downstairs Annie was singing emotionally a song that no one could understand—it was definitely not English, German, French, or any known language, it sounded like some mutant merman language.Ariana's scolding took hold when her daughter caught her breath: "God, Annie, please shut up—Albus is taking a nap!"

"I'm up." Albus lit the lamp and leaned against the bedside to read a book.The arch of the low desk reminded him of a new letter.Annie ran up and down, singing louder and louder.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and Albert once again praised his wife. "Reminds me of my days at Hogwarts," he said, "when I peeked at you...you had your back to me. Your blonde hair was gorgeous."

"Oh, Albert, you're so nasty," Arianna said, clearly enjoying herself.Suddenly Annie slapped her whole face into the jam as she screamed and freed her daughter from raspberry hell.Albert was in a hurry and knocked over a chair. "I don't know who she looks like!" Arianna complained. "We—anyone, didn't grow up like this!"

That's what he's been after.Albus smiled as he watched the chaotic dining table, conjuring a few steaming towels in time to save the young parents. "You were very good when you were a child," he said. "Aberforth was different. Every time my mother told a story, he would beat me and kick me if I said I didn't want to hear Tibetan goats."

"Hit him!" Annie grinned and wiped the jam on the tablecloth, which was met with screams from her mother. "This afternoon, Mr. Neighbor seems to have quarreled with someone again." Albert grabbed his daughter's hand and wiped it with a hot towel. "I heard something was broken..." He quickly glanced out the window and begged hesitantly, " You mustn't tell him I said it. Mr. Grindelwald is a good man and capable, and I hear his name often in the Ministry. But Ariana told me that he once blew up a valley Glass, even if you hit someone, you won't blink your eyes."

"Gellert isn't that scary." Albus stroked Anne's hair and said briskly, "Don't worry, although he likes to growl, he doesn't have a penchant for cannibalism."

Instead of blowing up a street of glass, Mr. Grumpy Neighbor blew up his own dinner plate, destroying Bagshot's beloved oil painting of panic-stricken wheat-gathering women. I escaped from the picture frame, and I don't know where I went.Gellert stared at the blank canvas for a long time before waving his wand, breaking away the shattered glass residue and reassembling it into a new plate.

His mood was extremely low, and he wandered back and forth in the living room, trying to fry something more.You're back, he taunts to himself, you used to blow up whole classrooms, kid.But whether it’s blowing up dishes or blowing up a school, it’s like the childish venting of low-grade students who can’t eat sugar.He waited for a while, and the curtains were drawn on the windows on the second floor of the opposite stone house.Gellert glanced at his watch, and a small star danced lightly, jumping out of the letters composed of glowing bubbles - "Nap".

Yes, the true saint is in a dream, and has no time to appease the dark mind of the devil.Gellert stared blankly at the empty fireplace for a while, then got up and grabbed a handful of green Floo powder.

Gellert Grindelwald, the ambassador of the Prussian League of Magicians to the European Federation of Magic, and concurrently the Minister of Magic to the United Kingdom.He just turned 25 this year, and rumors of jealousy suggest that his appointment is entirely due to his family background, can be eccentric and difficult to get along with.But wizards who have come into contact with him—whether they like him personally or not—recognize that he does have abilities commensurate with his status.Even though the temper was indeed a bit weird, for a magic genius, his violent personality became a kind of charm instead, attracting countless attentions.

On this late summer evening, the rumored young talent scrambled out of the fireplace in his London apartment, disheveled.The Floo powder in the Bagshot family was probably about to expire. Gellert shook his robes, and heard the house-elf's soft and squeaky voice and pattering footsteps, "—Oh, my dear master! You came back!"

"Yeah, I'm back," Gellert said darkly, taking off his cloak.Ruan Ruan took the cloak, squatted by the fireplace for a while, and then said to himself in frustration, "But the madam didn't come back with the master, is the madam angry with the master? He hasn't been here for fourteen days!"

"I've said it three million times, he's not my wife!" Gellert yelled, "Don't call him my wife! His name is Albus!"

"Master does not recognize the identity of Mrs. Albus," the big soft eyes filled with tears, "Master doesn't want Mrs. Albus anymore!"

"I really have nothing to say." The elf was not part of the Grindelwald family and was a "masterpiece" from the House Elf Resettlement Office of the British Ministry of Magic.Originally, the world seemed to be deviated by 300 centimeters, but as time went by, Gellert discovered that some aspects may be deviated by more than [-] meters.Albus met Newt Scamander during his first year at Hogwarts.With the help of his new teacher, the freckled troublemaker survives his dismissal, but still reluctantly finds a job at the Ministry of Magic after graduation.Squishy is the "masterpiece" of little Mr. Scamander's reassignment of the house-elf office.When Ruan Ruan showed great hospitality to Albus repeatedly, saying "ma'am", Gellert realized in despair that this must be the torture that that lunatic Merlin put on him again.

Leaving Ruanrou crying and rolling in the living room—"The master has abandoned Mrs. Albus!"—Gellert returned to the bedroom and fell headlong into the soft and clean bed.Ruan Ruan's brain is not bright, his hands and feet are fairly nimble, and he works diligently and conscientiously.He lay down for a few minutes and raised his eyes. There were a few strings of small things hanging on the bedside, such as a moving dragon model, a pocket violin that could automatically play serenades, and a North American Indian dream catcher.Albus happily suggested to him, "There's Indian magic in it, and it will give you good dreams." He reluctantly hung up the net of feathers and silk rope, and against his will, He admitted that he did not have nightmares anymore.

Apart from these few trinkets, the decorations in this room - vases, hanging pictures, ornaments - sheets, quilt covers, pillowcases, cushions... Even his dress robes, Albus had ideas.He likes to pile up household items in Gellert's house, which should be part of the omega's instinct.Gellert's heart sank slowly to the bottom of his stomach at the thought of the Greek letter.

He buried his face in the pillow and sniffed hard.Albus hadn't visited his house in fourteen days, and the pheromone smell in the house had died down.He tried his best, but only felt a sweet vibration, like a butterfly rubbing against the tip of his nose.

"Albus..."

The sun had completely set.The Muggles in the street were hustling to and fro.Has he finished his meal?Gellert sat up lazily, and was about to check his watch when a soft, gleeful scream pierced the floor.

"Mrs. Albus! You are finally home!"

"Hi, Ruanrou." Albus sounded leisurely and cheerful.Gellert immediately pinched the sheets tightly with his fingers, and lay back on his face.