【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Graves was sure he was forgetting something, headache, dizziness, mild nausea, classic symptoms of a hangover.

"You drank too much last night," Grindelwald said with a smile, wearing the most popular suit in the Muggle world, with the style of a standard European gentleman, "Thank you for inviting me to the bar...and our Very different."

Graves accepted the thank you blankly, tongue-tied.He only remembered the goblin's singing and appearance in the bar. As for the conversation, they seemed to have talked a lot, but the magic of alcohol prevented him from remembering even a word.

Grindelwald lowered his hat, winked his eyes, and said in a low voice, "The existence of Second Salem is a disgrace to the American wizarding community. Please believe me, I support your idea."

"Oh, thanks," Graves said cautiously.He really couldn't recall talking to a representative of the wizarding world in Prussia about the history of wizarding in America.But the existence of Second Salem is obvious, the crazy woman is waving leaflets at the gate of the magic government, with a ragged, sallow and emaciated Muggle child.

"... I don't know if you noticed, but there is a very young girl with yellow hair in there," Grindelwald said, "the one with the hair combed very tightly."

"Which one?" Graves rubbed his aching temple. "What's wrong with that girl?"

"She is a repressed witch." Grindelwald's tone became serious. "Magic flows in her blood. If she is not rescued, she will become a silent one sooner or later."

"There are no silent people in the United States!" Graves looked around in surprise, "Mr. Grindelwald—"

"Relax, I'm just offering a possibility." Grindelwald gestured, "I can make some predictions. When I saw that girl, a picture appeared. Of course, the prediction may not come true, it depends It depends on our choice after learning the prophecy—" He stared at Graves with those strange-colored pupils, and then smiled meaningfully, "From you, I also see the future: you will succeed." After finishing speaking, he touched the brim of his hat with his fingers, bowed slightly, and then slowly set foot on the ship bound for Europe.

The red-haired young professor came to you, Abernathy reported twice.The fireplace was a handy thing, but Muggles invented the telegraph too.But the telegrams were expensive, and Abernathy couldn't describe Albus Dumbledore in hundreds of words—"He looked very poor, wrapped in a traveling cloak, looking at the door of the office. There was a shadow under his eyes, Didn't seem to get much sleep. I told him you were only in America for a meeting...he was worried about your safety, Merlin, he really knows the American wizarding world...he was worried about what the Salem Charity Society and the Sweepers would do to you Bad. I told him there would be Aurors protecting you, but he still fidgeted..."

Facing the sea breeze, Gellert held a young kitten in his arms.He has now shed Grindelwald's shell and turned back into Gellert.Abernathy's descriptions were so detailed that he could easily imagine what Albus would look like.Albus had written him several letters, but he hadn't replied, hadn't even opened the envelope.He needs to calm down for a while, as soon as he opens those parchments, the inner world he has worked so hard to build will immediately collapse.He had thought on the ship to America that no matter how old he actually was, when he faced Albus, he would always be the 16-year-old boy in Godric's Hollow.

"Is this your cat?" an old woman asked in surprise.Her gray hair and wrinkles reminded Gellert of his great-aunt Bagshot, whom he hadn't seen in ages, and he greeted her, holding the wary cat to his chest and stroking its head in reassurance.

"I saw it before I got on the ship. Poor little guy. It seems to have been abandoned by his mother."

The old woman covered her mouth, "It's really tragic——fortunately, I met you."

"It's a life after all."

"Then does it have a name?"

"I thought," Gellert thought for a moment, "maybe he could be called Antonio. I'm not very good at naming animals."

Antonio was picked up by him after he came out of the bar.He had just given Graves "forget it" and explored his brain.No interesting thoughts, cautious, steady and uninteresting.Antonio squatted behind a trash can and neighed desperately. At first Gellert thought it was an ordinary stray cat, until he realized that it had unusually large ears and a lion-like tail.

"Am I an upright person?" After the old woman left, Gellert looked down at Antonio, "Or you are a bad cat, otherwise you wouldn't follow me."

Antonio rubbed his face against his fingers, the fluff was soft and smooth, "...I've changed," Gellert said to himself with a wry smile, "Not only do I need someone to talk to, but I also have a clingy pet. I don't know Before I knew it, I became such a weak guy."

The ship rides the wind and waves and sails on the sea.During this time, Albus did not visit him in the office again.Hogwarts started school, and soon, the Trifinals will be held. More than 100 years ago, during that summer, Gellert and his red-haired lover discussed the exciting event.They lay under the willow tree by the river, with bumblebees buzzing all around them.

"It would be great if I could participate once." Albus was fascinated, "I have seen the historical records of the top three competitions... The competition not only tests your magical ability, but also your courage, wisdom and courage. The arrangement of the competition is also very interesting , have you ever fought a dragon?"

Gellert smirked. "You can't fit the trophy on your bookshelf, honey. You need a new one, or put an expansion spell on the old one."

"I just want to test myself, the trophy is secondary." Albus gave him a reproachful look, "Don't you want to pass the test of the Trifinals?"

"Fighting dragons should be fun," Geller took Albus's hand, twiddling his fingers. "If the tradition was revived before I got expelled, I'd join in, I'm sure."

"So will I," said Albus, "the Goblet of Fire will choose your name and mine—"

"I will seriously compete with you." Gellert stared into those blue eyes, feeling his heart swell a little bit, enlarged, and slightly cramped.He didn't know what this feeling meant at the time, foolishly assumed it was a side effect of growing, and didn't pay much attention to it.

"... maybe one day my heart will be broken, and then you will have to find a new owner." Gellert let Antonio lie on his shoulders, the vast ocean stretches as far as the eye can see, "The idea of ​​taking the heart out and putting it in a box is really genius , but I've lost my chance forever."