【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"Sylvanus Kettleburn is my colleague, all the teachers at Hogwarts will sit together for lunch. Travers hates me, he thinks Hogwarts should not hire an omega, I It's time to go home and get married instead of teaching. As for Professor Marchban's nephew, we met twice, that's all." Albus finished in one breath, "What else do you want to know?"

"Meeting twice, that's all." Gellert growled, "He wrote you a letter, didn't he? Asked you to go to the theater, to see the new things that Muggles came up with. You went, saw At night—have a cup of tea and chat after reading, talk about the new developments in the wizarding world? Muggle human rights and the decaying old continent?"

"How do you—" Albus took half a step back, "I don't know—"

"I didn't follow you, don't worry, I'm busy all day, not as leisurely as the British." Gellert gritted his teeth, "It's one of my subordinates, and he happened to pass by that street in the middle of the night."

"If you insist on calling nine o'clock midnight midnight, then I have to admit it." Albus gestured, "He wrote a letter asking me to go to the theater. I don't think it's polite to refuse people directly, so -"

"Then it would be straightforward for you to reject me!" Gellert growled, the wind blowing his hair.His expression must have been grim, because Albus stepped back slightly again, much to his frustration.He restrained his emotions, so as not to really scare the other party.Albus especially loathes the use of pheromones as a means of suppression, it's not fair, only beasts do it.

"I didn't say no to you," said Albus earnestly, "don't we hang out a lot?"

"Stop playing around in circles, I'm not your student, you don't have to talk to me like that," Gellert said, waving his hand.Albus seemed to realize that the move of stepping back hurt his pride, "I didn't treat you like a child, there was a misunderstanding. I have been a teacher for too many years, and the tone may offend you. Gellert, I want to give How many pairs of woolen socks do you knit, and what color do you like? At Christmas—”

"No one wears woolen socks now." Gellert retorted coldly, "I just got a new assignment and I'm busy. See you at Christmas. Maybe I'll die, so your heart disease can be permanently relieved .” After speaking, he disappeared.

Aberforth Dumbledore was wiping down the counter.The door opened, and in came a tall wizard wrapped in a traveling cloak.The wizard sat at the counter, and only then did he see those familiar blue eyes.

"Good evening, Aberforth," said Albus, his voice hoarse. "Give me a butterbeer. If you have any food here, bring me some."

"Where have you been? Aren't you on vacation?" Aberforth waved his wand, and a set of clean tableware floated down from the second floor.A short wizard grumbled loudly, "Why does he have clean plates and glasses? Did he pay you more, man?"

"Because he's my brother, the smartest wizard in the whole world, who can set your ass on fire with his wand and burn your whole family to ashes!" Aberforth yelled, widening his eyes, "Drink as much as you like, Get out if you don't drink!"

The short wizard shut his mouth and continued to sulk at the dirty beer bottle. "I've got bread, cheese, and jam, too. Do you want some soup? I can't make soup." Aberforth took two bottles of butterbeer from under the counter and wiped the dust, "Well, you look pretty Tired. It's already a holiday, can't you leave those troublesome brats alone?"

"Aberforth," Albus scribbled jam, "please tell me the truth—"

"You should stay away from that blond German," said Aberforth.

"You mean Gellert?" Albus pursed his lips. "He left and I couldn't find him."

"He was on fire, didn't he? When you came in, the kid sitting by the door escaped. I guess you've got Grindelwald's pheromones all over you. He's bossy as hell." Aberforth He dragged his chair and sat down, "He's not a good guy, a famous violent maniac. You and Bagshot think he's going to change his ways. Bagshot is his aunt, and you, everyone is good in your eyes... ..."

"I made a mistake today and pissed him off." Albus took a sip of his butterbeer. "I'm a teacher, so talking is easy... isn't it? You tell the truth."

"You mean that sense of preaching?" Aberforth smeared him with jam. "One thing, you've been like this since you were a kid. Mom said no one could be a better teacher than you. But don't hate it, your students They all like you, and they'll be sad that they won't be able to get into your NEWTs improvement class."

"They are still children, maybe from the perspective of adults, they-"

"Come on, Grindelwald doesn't like anyone. As long as he orders others, others can't order him. In his cognition, everyone is a bug, and he has to kneel down and beg him."

Albus ate the piece of bread, uninterested, "You misunderstood him."

"No, I still remember him stepping on my nose—that foot, for Merlin's sake, he definitely intended to break the bridge of my nose." Aberforth said roughly, "Don't try to influence me. He is dead, your theory of love is useless to him. That is, if you keep a close eye on him, he has no chance to kill. You have never seen him really angry. According to me, he was born a devil, he He didn't become interested in black magic, it's probably because black magic is too childish for him."

Albus finished his bread, and Aberforth walked around Hogsmeade with him, buying some packets of sweets. "I can go back by myself," said Albus, and Aberforth shook his head. He was starting to grow a beard, which was matted around his chin and mouth. "No, I have to make sure you're safe."

"It's safe here."

"Everyone says that even with your hands tied, you could beat me all over the place. I believe you can." Aberforth patted his brother on the shoulder, "But you're a… ...omega, although you don't really realize it, there are perverts staring at you all the time in the street. I have to watch you walk through the gates of the school with my own eyes, lest some scumbags think badly about you. I will fight mine Nose and ribs won't let them get away."

The two brothers walked towards Hogwarts castle under the moonlight. "If you have any flaws," Aberforth said in front of the gate, obviously deliberating all the way, "you're too nervous, you need to relax. I think you're too worried sometimes. Why think so much?" What? If the earth is destined to be blown up by the dark wizard, then let him. People will die, and I think it would be nice for everyone to die together."

"Thank you, my brother," whispered Albus. "I'll knit you some socks for Christmas."

Aberforth grinned, showing a silly smile, "Then add a sweater, and a hat will do."