【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

No matter how many times he came, Albus always insisted on knocking twice before entering a room. "Good evening, Gellert." Sweet smelled softly around him, "Bashshot asked me to convey...you turned her plate red."

"I forgot." Gellert kept lying on his stomach and said in a low voice, "The quality of the plate is not good."

"The plate was originally decorated with a circle of red flowers," said Albus cheerfully. "I changed the pattern back. And the picture frame, with a few cracks, you must have been very angry and didn't notice. I And fixed it. The people in the painting complained that you interrupted their picnic..."

"They are obviously harvesting wheat."

"That could be a pre-picnic event."

"Listen to their bullshit—" Gellert said, much calmer.The effect of pheromones, he made himself more comfortable, and felt his hands brushing his hair away, and then, Albus sat beside him, the heat of approaching and the sweet smell made his heart beat suddenly faster.

"You said you have gray hair, let me take a look for you." The man whispered, gently twisting the curly hair with his fingers, "...um..."

"Is there?" Gellert asked urgently, "Any more?"

"I didn't realize that," said Albus, "Gellert, if you ask me, your hair is like gold." He marveled, "Many people are blond when they are young, and it gets darker as they get older... …I wish I had black hair when I was a kid, it made me look more like a wizard, didn't I?"

"Red hair isn't bad either."

"It was golden red at first, and then it turned reddish brown, brown in certain lights."

"We're all going to be gray-haired old men in the end, and if I can't eat salt, I'll be bald." Gellert felt the hands leave his head, sincerely disappointed.He wished Albus would look for a while longer.They had only been together for two months before, and they stuck together almost all the time except late at night.Many people say that they are so intimate at the beginning of a relationship, but after a long time, rifts will appear between the lovers.He also thought about it, maybe it was because they got along for a short time and separated during the passionate love period, so they never forgot.But now they have been together for more than twenty months, and once a rift arose, they resolved it rationally, without arguing...very harmonious, calm and friendly. "And my teeth, I need to be careful." Gellert climbed up and found a squat sofa with a floral cover, brightly patterned cushions with tassels, and footrests, so he could comfortably nest go in.He hopped onto the couch, kicking his feet up, only to notice two balls of yarn and a pair of needles floating next to Albus. "Oh, new sweater?"

"It's not for you." Albus took the needle and began to weave skillfully, "This is an experiment, I want to weave a new pattern."

"You can publish a book, The Great Weaving Pattern of the Great Wizard." Gellert changed his position and shouted downstairs, "Ruan Ruan, tea—" The house-elf appeared almost immediately, holding a huge "Ruby has been waiting," she screeched, curtseying Albus, "Ruby dared not come in without disturbing the conversation between master and madam. Here are raspberry biscuits, and Mrs. My favorite lemon sorbet, made by Ruan Ruan, is much better than Muggle ingredients—"

"Thank you, Ruanruan." Albus grabbed a few candies and put them in his mouth, "It's delicious."

Tears flowed softly and joyfully, "Oh, as long as Madam likes it!"

"Okay, get out." Gellert said angrily, and the elf went downstairs aggrieved, sobbing. "She's out of her mind, you know, your favorite student doesn't like me—"

"Newt has never disliked you," Albus let go of the needles and let them knit automatically. "The biscuits taste delicious, don't you want a piece?"

"He hates me, I can see it, in the look in his eyes... and he's assigned me a befuddled house-elf."

"Ruanrou is the one with the quickest hands and feet, and there is no corner in the house that is not shiny. She is a poor elf, and she was abused by the previous owner... Be patient with her, Gellert, I don't care if she says something wrong what."

"Okay, okay," Gellert muttered, his slight disappointment made him pause for a few seconds, "You're much gentler to her than to me."

Albus smiled slightly, "I forgot to tell you that the article on Transfiguration was accepted. We jointly signed it and published it in the next issue of "Transformation Today". In the afternoon, the owl sent the editor's letter, but I will I fell asleep. Ariana fed the owl for me, and the little one was exhausted from flying halfway across England."

"You don't need to write my name." Gellert said lazily, "I'm not interested in becoming an academic master. My biggest invention...is the Goblin Repelling Curse. I'm going to apply for a patent, and I might become a millionaire .”

"Very promising." Albus ate the biscuit with relish, "I support you."

"Aren't you going to ask me why I blew up the plates and picture frames?" Gellert was a little discouraged by his calmness. "Don't you care about me? If I go astray again—"

"You won't," said Albus, blue eyes finally shifting from the biscuit candy to the blond youth's face. "You won't, I know better than anyone."

"If I were you, I wouldn't have that much confidence." Gellert sighed, "Sweets are more attractive than me, I admit it. In fact, not only did I blow up the frame, but the canvas was also damaged. You're taking a nap, I fixed it." He moved his legs and put his feet on the pedals, "It's my uncle, he's more annoying than a winter pooch. He has kids of his own, but he never takes care of them. He writes to me all day long, and if he didn't think that using the Floo network was not in line with his noble status, he would have come to London early in the morning to tell me what to do. In that case, I might blow up half the street."

"Your uncle is a fine wizard," said Albus gently, "von Grindelwald—"

"Don't call me that!" Gellert sat up straight and yelled angrily, "This is terrible, Albus Dumbledore, I have goosebumps on my neck!"

"I was wrong, I apologize," said Albus, laughing, in German, "I'm sorry, my friend."

"I don't want to forgive you," Gellert muttered, "but I can't. You just helped me find gray hair...we're like monkeys in a Muggle zoo. Speaking of which," he cleared his throat, "lately, wizards Has that witch from the Examinations Board written to you again?"