【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

It was late November when Gellert returned to Europe.After three months, he finally wrote a letter to Albus, briefly describing what he saw in North America.The owl grabbed the envelope and flew away. Gellert stopped by the window for a moment before returning to his desk.

Albus was quick to write back, which was to be expected.A true saint will not break up with friends just because they are neglected for no reason, he will try his best to find words to cast kindness and make up for the rift in friendship-"While you are busy with business, the final match is held at Hogwarts as scheduled. The Goblet of Fire selected candidates from each school," the slender, circle-in-circle font showed no emotion, "a student of Ravenclaw College...excellent."

Gellert was not interested in the Finals, and his ambition was never to fight for "normal" honors.He replied to Albus's letter, telling him that he was reporting to work in Europe and that it might take some time before he returned to England.Finally, he concluded his letter, "Are you free the weekend before Christmas?"

The owl brought back an affirmative answer.

Entering December, Christmas seems to be just around the corner.Coupled with the holding of the three-final match, people in the classroom are fluctuating, and the students are not interested in studying, and even the red hat cannot attract their attention.

"Professor," after class was over with great difficulty, when Albus was sorting out the collected homework, a fifth-grade Gryffindor boy approached, "Are you at school for Christmas?"

"I'm not sure yet," he was always kind to the students, even though the kid looked him up with unscrupulous eyes, "what's the matter?"

"There is a dance, Professor." The boy's nose was flushed with excitement, "I think—"

"Well, I guess, if you can't quite handle a Boggart, it's going to be hard to find a partner." Albus winked. "After all, the big guys think that the baby is the most afraid of the mother."

The boy pouted and left, Albus sighed and returned to the office with his homework in his arms.After reading a few patchwork papers, he opened the drawer, took out several ice toads, unpacked and ate one.The toad was throbbing dissatisfiedly in his stomach, and he took out another stack of letters and glanced at them.Gellert used to love to write letters full of complaints about winter: "...even the house-elves don't bother to move, I hate snow and mud. Can you believe it? The guy who works here, Half of them can't even wipe off their own muddy footprints."

He longed for a letter from Gellert, but there were no more owls from Europe.Albus had vaguely uneasy premonitions, but he wasn't a prophet, and he hadn't taken any divination lessons.On his desk, there was a crystal ball given by Nick Flamel. The crystal ball was filled with white smoke, and nothing could be seen except his distorted face.

Soon, there is only one weekend left until Christmas.It was a bright Sunday, and Albus put on a Muggle three-piece suit, combed his hair, and put on a long wool coat.Gellert was waiting for him outside the church in Godric's Hollow. From a few hundred meters away, he saw that golden hair bathed in the winter sun, as if he had been kissed by God.

"Gellert." Albus greeted proactively, "Good morning."

"Good morning," said Gellert, also in Muggle clothes, and a little too dressy.He was silent for a while, "Long time no see...you know—"

"At the end of the year, things pile up. I understand." Albus smiled.They entered the church side by side with the crowd and sat in the back row.The pastor is already showing signs of baldness, but luckily he is married here. "He's actually speaking well," said Albus in a low voice. "Ariana said that the Archdiocese wanted to invite him."

"He's not going because he can't speak to more than 300 people," Gellert said.

"Is this a prophecy?" Albus' tone was a little weird, "Gellert, have you seen his future?"

"I was just joking," Gellert stared straight ahead, the cross looked divine under the light, "don't take it seriously."

After the service, they walked out with the crowd and walked around the small square twice. "Next..." Gellert raised his hand to look at the watch, "Do you want to eat something, or go to an exposition? Or an art exhibition, there is a Muggle named Mucha—"

"I've heard of him, and he has a great use of colour," said Albus softly, "I don't think he'd be your style, though."

"So what style do you think I'd like?" Gellert asked, as a few pigeons pecked at his feet. "Honestly, I don't think I have bad taste."

"You'll probably like Beardsley," said Albus after thinking for a moment, "You don't have to..." He smiled, his tone softened, "I can go to the art exhibition by myself. It's a rare day off, you can Do something you enjoy. I know you've been busy."

"Actually, I also want to see the art exhibition." Gellert saw a Muggle kid giggling and pounced on the pigeons. "Occasionally I also want to see colored paintings, the ones frozen in the frame."

So the two of them apparated to the center of London and saw Mucha's painting exhibition.Gellert was unusually reticent to comment on the brushstrokes of Muggle painters.Albus felt his pheromone and subconsciously wanted to get closer, but Gellert always kept a certain distance cautiously, which made Albus a little disappointed.Then they went to Piccadilly.The Christmas atmosphere on the streets was very strong, and the Muggles coming and going were chatting excitedly.Gellert invited Albus to have afternoon tea at Fornand-Maison. "Let's finish lunch here," he said, ordering a lot of sweets. "We'll have something else in the evening. I've made a reservation for a very famous French restaurant."

"Too expensive," said Albus.

"It's okay, I've exchanged enough Muggle currency at Gringotts." Gellert pushed the scones and jam over, "Christmas is almost here... It is said that the tea here is very famous, we can still buy some take away."

Albus glanced at the plate in front of him, and pursed his lips uneasily.Gellert looked out the window, seemingly watching the shopping Muggles with interest.

"Where did you... spend Christmas?" Albus wiped the corner of his mouth. "It may be late for an invitation, but—"

"The prom for the Trifinals?" Gellert turned his face away and smiled faintly, "Sorry, I have to go home for Christmas."

"Go home? Good." Albus picked up the teacup, the black tea was fragrant, but he was not in the mood to taste it. "I prepared a present for you for Christmas," he found a topic, "unfortunately, nothing new."

"I have a Christmas present for you too," Gellert said. "It took a long time to choose...it fits you perfectly, and you will be very happy to see it."

"Are you leaving?" Albus asked suddenly.

Gellert was silent, "I don't know how to say it." He put his hands on the table, his eyes were covered by his hair, making it difficult to see clearly, "I've been thinking about it for a few months—have you stopped eating?"

Albus shook his head, he had no appetite at all.Gellert paid the bill and didn't forget to buy a few cans of tea, then walked to a corner and held Albus' wrist through the sleeve, "Let's chat in a quiet place," he said, "it's too noisy here .”

With a snap, no Muggles noticed that the two had disappeared.When Albus opened his eyes, he was back in Gellert's house in London, hiding by the fireplace, his eyes wide and timid.

"... Sit." Gellert took the lead to sit down with almost no expression on his face, "Please sit down, Albus."

Albus sat down on the sofa - the style and the suit of the cover he had chosen.A flame was lit in the fireplace, and the cold air quickly warmed up.But he still felt cold, as if a wet garment was clinging to his body.

"I'm getting married," Gellert said.