【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Neither version of "A History of Magic" gives a detailed account of Gellert Grindelwald's early life.At that time, he was just an expelled dropout, and no one paid much attention to him.But the most important point is that he did not reveal what happened during those two months in Godric's Hollow until his death. one word.A reporter wrote sarcastically, "The Dark Lord who traverses Europe hangs his head in shame, not daring to face his adversary - even looking directly into Dumbledore's eyes can make Grindelwald's evil and despicable soul feel nothing. Hide away."

The owner of those eyes was sitting across from him now, cutting the bacon gracefully. "Don't be fussy," said Albus softly. "Aberforth, the carrot—"

"Well," Aberforth curled his lips, "I hate vegetables."

"Albus works for the Wizarding Examinations Bureau." Bagshot kicked Gellert under the table, winking his eyes. "Hey, did you say hello to Albus?"

"Yeah." Gellert hung his head, the cold sweat on his back soaked his shirt.His hands trembled slightly, and the silver knife and fork seemed to be cast from lead.Cakes, jams, steaks, fried fish...he couldn't smell any food, and the strange sweet smell of Albus overshadowed everything, even the expensive incense.He maintained a cold expression, and broke the bread carelessly.Bagshot elbowed his hand again, "...my grandnephew, just had a rough time," she explained, "he's only sixteen, and Durmstrang's really bad. "

"Wow, you're pureblood." Ariana clutched her fork, jam sticking to her lips, "Look, Aberforth, he's pureblood!"

"Pure blood is nothing," Aberforth rolled his eyes, and Gellert heard him mutter, "...looks like a Slytherin."

"His parents died very early, and I suggested at that time that it is better to go to Hogwarts to study." Bagshot put two tablespoons of sauerkraut on Gellert's plate, "His uncle disagreed, saying that the Grindelwald family The boys have to go to Durmstrang. I don't understand...think of their foundations! No serious teachers either, blood-crazed."

"Do you speak English?" Ariana shook her hand. "Hello, sir? Can you understand me?"

Gellert sliced ​​open the potato, not wanting to face the girl at all.Although she was nothing like the "last one" - vivacious, healthy, rosy-cheeked, and curious.Did she not encounter misfortune?Gellert thought irritably, cutting his finger with the knife.He poked holes in the potato with a fork, and heard Aberforth yell, "Look, I knew he couldn't understand!"

"Gellert!" Bathilda's displeasure was evident, "don't do this—he speaks English, Latin, Russian, Hungarian, and Swedish. He also reads poems in Icelandic. His uncle spared no expense , hired many tutors for him since he was a child. The Grindelwald family attaches great importance to education, Albus."

"That's great." The red-haired youth said sincerely, "Education is very important."

"Albus works for the Wizarding Examinations Board," Bagshot said a second time, "not busy lately, is it?"

"The test results have been calculated and will be distributed to candidates through owl. Then I can rest for a while. Speaking of which, it's almost tomorrow... Aberforth, your OWLs results will be delivered soon."

Aberforth screamed, "Merlin's beard! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Trust me, you will pass." Albus was very happy, "The next thing is NEWTs, have you decided which ones to choose?"

"Forgive me, I'm not study material." Aberforth scratched his messy red hair vigorously. "I have to go back to school? I don't intend to enter the Ministry of Magic anyway."

"No." Albus said with a smile.

After lunch and helping the master clear the table, the Dumbledore family bid farewell and went home.Ariana stood between the two older brothers, holding their hands. "You should behave yourself," Bagshot complained. "Albus has been working overtime before, and he finally had time to come to dinner today. He is a fine young man, and I wanted to introduce you...to make friends. "

He would never be friends with "this" Albus Dumbledore - during his 53 years in prison, he occasionally thought that if he could go back to the summer when he was 16, he would still choose to go to Godric Dale, do you know Albus?

No, never.Gellert's shirt was soaked, clinging to his flesh. "I have no friends."

"You silly child," Bagshot sighed, "you can't help it. Who told you to be a little boy? You don't understand anything at all, you only think about face and dignity. Listen to me, it's no use. Don't you find Albus attractive?"

"No." Gellert gritted his teeth, "I hate him."

"Look at his red hair and blue eyes. Hate him? I haven't met anyone who hates Albus." The old woman shook her head, and those pots, plates, and bowls clattered crisply, giving her endless chatter Add a dissonant background sound, "He's an omega!"

omega?Gellert froze for a moment, then resisted hesitantly, "It has nothing to do with me."

"Too bad, you haven't differentiated... Merlin, it doesn't matter how tall you are." Bagshot let the cleaned dishes line up into the cupboard, "16 years old, this age is too embarrassing."

"That's a pure-blooded idiot," Aberforth raised his chin proudly. "I heard that Durmstrang also teaches black arts."

"Dark Arts?" Ariana's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? Albus, does Durmstrang really teach black arts?"

"There are such rumors." The eldest son of the Dumbledore family looked at his little sister tenderly, "It's time for a nap, my dear."

"Okay," Arianna picked up her doll, blushing in embarrassment, "I'm 13 years old, shouldn't I sleep with a doll in my arms? Only little girls need the company of dolls."

"Who said that?" said Aberforth gruffly. "It's all a rumor made by people who don't have dolls. They are jealous that you have dolls."

Albus stroked Arianna's long golden hair, "Of course you can sleep with Anna." The girl was assured, and she took the doll into her arms with confidence, "However, that person is a bit strange. He can't even look at it." Look at Albus."

"Because Voldebats ate his brains," said Aberforth. "There are enough idiots staring at Albus, and there's no need for another foreign idiot."

"That's weird, too. Bagshot let us go over for dinner, and he kept telling us about his family. He has many governesses, and he inherited his parents' estate. There must be endless galleons and house-elves. In fact, he is not bad looking, he is tall. Foreigners are very fashionable, and it is popular to marry foreigners now." Arianna turned her face and looked at her elder brother expectantly, "What do you think?"

Albus shrugged. "He doesn't like me, that's pretty obvious."

"Maybe he's shy. What do you think? I think he's better than Dorje," Ariana said matter-of-factly. "Dorje is a nice guy . . . but he's too short."

"Ephias will be sad to hear that." Albus held his sister's little hand and led her up the stairs. "Besides, he has a fiancée."

"Everyone is busy getting engaged after graduation. Don't you want to get married?" Ariana lay on her little bed, yawning while hugging the doll. "I want to attend your wedding..."

Albus just kissed her forehead softly, "Go to sleep."