【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

As it turns out, you can never even finish reading a story...or even a single phrase to a talkative child.

"Where did the wizard get his money?" asked Charlotte. "Did he inherit it?"

"I think, maybe you're right, it's inherited." Albus replied, and just about to read on, Charlotte asked, "Then he's so rich, does he have a castle?"

"According to the back story, he should own the castle," said Albus.

"Is he handsome?" Charlotte looked at the beating black heart. "How handsome is he? Is he blond? Or black, red, blue?"

"There are no people with blue hair." Albus was really patient. "But you can change your hair into any color you like later, and it won't be too difficult when you learn Transfiguration."

Gellert let out a sneer.

"Oh, I think blond hair is silly." Charlotte leaned on Albus's shoulder with provocative eyes, "I heard Mammy say when I was in the orphanage that thick blond hair has low IQ unless you have lighter hair. Like me."

"Hair color doesn't matter if you're smart or not," said Albus, turning the page of the black heart, and the next page was the wizard with a pointed chin, "the wizard discovered that once his friend fell in love, he would change." Gotta love dressing up...to be stupid."

"He still has friends?" Charlotte screamed. "That's impossible."

"Why not?" Albus discussed with her with interest - he was in no hurry!Gellert was so bored that he simply left the living room, wandered around the house a few times, and went to the garden to check the protection spell.A few little fairies swayed in the wind on the blooming peonies, and giggled foolishly when they saw him.He said in a nasty voice, "Be careful—don't get eaten by crows."

He went back to the living room, Albus obviously couldn't finish the story, he was stacking blocks with Charlotte, Huggins looked at the picture book with relish, and fat earthworms squirmed at the foot of the mountain. "Oh," the little girl covered her mouth exaggeratedly when she saw Gellert, "Mao Xin!"

"Actually, I have to tell you with great pain," Gellert scowled, "I don't have such a thing as a heart."

"Aren't you human!" Charlotte exclaimed, burrowing into Albus' arms, "Albus, he said he has no heart! He must be a vampire, a zombie—"

"I'm a ghost." Gellert held up his hand, "Tonight—"

Huggins froze for a moment, jumped up and fled out of the living room.The howling was heard from next door... Albus kept apologizing to the lady who took care of the child, and Gellert was sure that if he hadn't been a foreign official, he would have been kicked out.

"Hudgens has been frightened," said Albus, standing on the path outside the garden, the late summer sun softly covering him, "Gellert, don't frighten him. This is the second time. Why can't you be friendly?" What about it? I know you don't hate them that much." He licked the corner of his mouth as he spoke, this was a new habit, Albus used to only like to play with his thumb.Gellert stared at the red-haired young man in the sun, probably because of his physique, he was shorter than he remembered, his waist was thin and thin, his cheeks were rounder, only his blue eyes were still bright and sharp.

"Sorry, I'm not in a good mood." Gellert apologized slowly, "I shouldn't have come."

"Think about our age," Albus picked up a little fairy trapped in a spider's web and put it in a peony flower, "be more mature—your uncle is not so unreasonable, me and him talked about."

"Yeah, he's very sensible. He's sure you're the smartest wizard ever, and he's full of praise for your new thesis—and he's sorry you're a half-breed. If only he could invent a spell to cleanse the blood He must use it on you first." Gellert scratched his hair and kicked away a few pebbles irritably, "Don't persuade me to 'slowly change their ideas', they are a group of idiots who admire blood. Can you believe it? They would rather marry their cousins ​​to keep their blood pure. I used to hate them so much, and they hated me too. We hate each other." He glanced at Albus's pursed lips, "I don't want to quarrel with you, but I don't feel well."

"Their views are old, but not inflexible. Changing people's minds takes a lot of effort," said Albus. "I've been working on it for decades." He looked up, and the blue sky floated Bai Yun, "The weather is nice, do you want to go to the park?"

"No, I want to go back to sleep," Gellert said wearily.

"I hope you're happy," Albus sighed. "Let's talk, shall we?"

"How would you like to see me happy? Cancan in a dress?" Gellert waved his hand, motioning for Albus to follow. "Muggle London is boring, but so is the wizarding world. Live—eat, Drink water, sleep, go to work. Seems to make sense."

"You can go to Berlin," said Albus.

"Berlin? Why? Pee stains all over the floor." Gellert complained, turning to find his red-haired companion looking narrowed, "Oh, please spare me." He covered his face, "I've explained it more than 1 times !"

Albus chuckled. "And Austria. Fun in the prom lounge, huh?"

"The shit in the break room is real," Gellert said matter-of-factly, "I don't believe it doesn't happen in the UK. Humans in this world are crazier, can you feel it? They're pheromone-bound, like they're immersed in lust The puppet in the movie, the mind is mating all the time, and the brain is full of semen. Look at that little girl, Charlotte—"

"Her name is Heidi," Albus corrected. "I've said that ten thousand times."

"Whatever. Well, Heidi, she's so young, she just loves to smell your neck." Gellert rolled his eyes. "She's targeting me. Merlin, is she four years old yet?"

"She didn't target you, you just kept staring at her." Albus rubbed his neck, "She's so young, she can't feel pheromones. And I've handled it well, never had any problems. He had recently had his hair trimmed, and the fluffy cloud of red hair fell on his shoulders and covered the glands at the back of his neck. "I'm not going to give you a sweater this Christmas, so you might as well guess what I—"

"Have you gone to see that March class nephew?" Gellert interrupted. "And Sylvanus Kettleburn, are you still having lunch together? Travers... Albus, stop talking about my life and talk about your own, how about?"