【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"Professor Greselda Marchban you mean?" Albus counted the knots on the needle, "... well, actually, I met her recently because of that, you know .”

"That incident," Gellert stared dryly at his slender fingers, "of course, they notified me. Although I don't think it has much to do with me. To be honest, I just want to take a vacation now... later Let’s talk about it later.”

"There is no way to talk about it later, it is imminent." Even so, Albus's tone was very leisurely, "Principal Dippet is not very in favor of restoring this old tradition, but... the officials of the Ministry of Magic are always looking for something Do." He shrugged, "It's hard work dealing with them, and I appreciate that."

"I'm thinking of inventing a brand new curse, 'Turn people you hate into fat earthworms that explode'. It's bound to be popular. Then the Ministry of Magic will become a nest of earthworms," ​​Gellert looked at his watch. "You Time to go back."

"Is it nine o'clock?"

"Five minutes short."

"It's almost there," Albus waved his hand, making the ball of yarn and the needle disappear, "I came for one more thing: are you free tomorrow?"

"After 10:30, I think. You've got to put me in." Gellert scratched his hair dullly. "Have to go to your charity center again, don't you?"

"That's not my charity center," Albus chuckled, "don't always act like you don't like it there, think about your age. I know you don't hate kids that much." He got up, offering his hand in a friendly way , "Then I will come to you at eleven o'clock tomorrow morning, good night, Gellert."

"Good night." Gellert shook that hand cautiously, "See you tomorrow."

The so-called Charity Center is actually a new department of the Ministry of Magic: the Office for the Care and Relief of Magical Children.This was an idea put forward by Albus, but he was just a young teacher, and Gellert was still pushing for the specific implementation.The Office for Magical Children aims to help abandoned orphans who have shown magical talent, the offspring of wizards whose parents have died and have no relatives to adopt, and children who have been abused in Muggle families because of their magical abilities. "I was inspired by the Muggles," Albus said in a letter, "that they take in orphans, and that if any Muggles would adopt these poor children, they could go into new families. Children gifted with magic sometimes You will suffer... I think you should not want the tragedy of the Obscure to happen again."

Gellert first lobbied within Prussia and promoted the implementation of the "Magic Children's Rescue Act".The bill's first beneficiary was a street boy who made a living by a little magic trick - conjuring a little flame.The boy was adopted by a certain family, and later entered Bubaston to study. "It doesn't cost a lot to raise a little furry child. I think they can feed hundreds of orphans by taking off the shiny gold decorations on the walls of the Ministry of Magic." Gellert wrote to Albus. Before the professor finished writing his reply, he crawled out of the fireplace in his dormitory, his body full of hostility and his face full of exhaustion, "I have been arguing for half the night... just for the budget of ten galleons."

"Thank you," said Albus sincerely.

The Magical Children's Rescue Act later helped several magically capable children, one of whom was a baby, and the pathetic photo hit the headlines of the Daily Prophet, and immediately garnered a lot of sympathy.After the bill was successfully passed in the UK, the Ministry of Magic set up a special office for this purpose, but the work is very leisurely on weekdays. After all, as Gellert once said in his speech, "Magic only blooms in the blood of a few people."

Today, the Office of Magical Child Care and Rescue cares for two children, an eight-year-old boy and a little girl.Albus often visited the children at the house where they lived, bringing sweets and stories, as well as sweaters, scarves and hats he knitted himself.Both kids liked him a lot, and Gellert, who was forced to go with Albus, wasn't too fond of him at the same time.

"Your favorite brat hates me." Gellert put on his cloak. "They spit on me."

"They were very polite children," said Albus, in a purple robe embroidered with jumping gold stars, "and they were scared to tears by you—don't read Snow White with such a gloomy tone and expression." story."

"That story is inherently grim," Gellert retorted. "When I was a kid, I was too scared to go to sleep by that story."

"Was it when you were still wearing skirts?" Albus asked cheerfully. "Your uncle showed me your photo album...you were so lovely, like an angel."

"Yeah, if the angel in your mind takes pleasure in stomping on your cousin's pet toad, then I'm really a super invincible baby." Gellert found himself in a worse mood today than usual, "You Why don't you ask my uncle what he was yelling at me?"

"I think that's probably beyond the scope of my 'management'." Albus smiled faintly, "The appointed time is coming, we should go." He stepped into the green flame, his figure twirling disappear.Gellert stared at the flames for a moment before grabbing a handful of floo powder.By the time he poked his head out of the fireplace, Albus was sitting on the rug with the fair-haired girl in his arms, and the dark-haired, dark-eyed boy was kneeling beside him—they were absorbed in reading a picture book edition of "Poems." Weng Beidou's Story Collection".

"Gellert," Albus looked up, "you came just in time, we've just chosen a story."

"Oh, The Fountain of Fortune?" Gellert felt his stomach churning, "Or that stupid king and rabbit?"

"It's The Hairy Heart of a Wizard." The girl—Charlotte, Shady, or whatever—said earnestly, with a baby voice, jumping out word by word, and the boy—Huggins , a strange name——then nodded seriously, the last time he was frightened by the shards of the mirror and the woman in white fur and cried. "We agreed that it was an instructive ... story."

"Miss, at your age, it's better not to say so many big words." Gellert took a cushion and sat down, "Mao Xin will scare you to tears, and you can't sleep all night."

"I'm not you." Charlotte raised her chin, "You... coward, bad guy, black hairy monster."

"I'm going to talk to your Prime Minister about the ten Galleon budget." Gellert threatened, and was immediately stared at.Albus opened the picture book, and a huge black heart beat slowly. "Once upon a time," he read softly, "there was a handsome, rich, wise young wizard—"