【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

There was an excuse to go to Hogwarts on business.In the three-final match, the Durmstrang representative selected by the Goblet of Fire is from Prussia, a sixth grader, 17 years old.The finals are coming, and in order to encourage the "future of the Prussian magic world", an official must be sent to cheer.

Gellert took up the task and reached the Scottish Highlands on a clear afternoon in late May.It wasn't his first time at Hogwarts, but before that he'd just hung around in Albus's office.Albus asked several times to take him out for a walk, and he said that he would rather eat a British pie than hear the screams of underage children.

"You were underage, too." Albus raised his eyebrows resignedly at that moment, his blue eyes sparkling with fire.His face was much rounder than before, and his cheeks were pink.Gellert thought absently of sitting by the fireplace reading a book, restless and restless.As for the declaration of victory made by the student of Durmstrang, he didn't listen to half a word.

"Son," Gellert put on a loving look and patted the blond boy on the shoulder, "I know you can... your family will be proud of you."

The boy flushed with excitement—blond hair, blue eyes, freckles, typical Germanic features.He's a far cry from when I was 16, and Gellert doesn't remember the boy's name at all, whether it's Ball, Bazel or Backhouse, it starts with B anyway.He shook hands with the boy with the B prefix falsely again, "The Minister is very optimistic about you, he said, if you can successfully lift the Triwizard Cup...he will find you an Auror office in the Ministry of Magic Position, if you want to go to other departments, you can also."

"Thank you, thank you," said the boy, his hands clammy and hot, "I will try to beat the English and the French! Lord Grindelwald, I promise you!"

Gellert nodded.The accompanying clerk was still chattering, giving advice to the boy.They walked along the corridor towards the hall, accompanied by officials from the British Ministry of Magic who had probably heard of his glorious deeds, and their eyes were full of fear.Durmstrang had a new headmaster, and it was not the old man who had waved his wand and thrown him to the edge of the forest. "Your career has been impressive," the new headmaster smiled discreetly. "We have heard of your exploits in Prussia . . . Durmstrang is proud."

"Yeah," Gellert smiled, "Has your foundation been repaired yet?"

The new principal didn't know why, and looked at the dropout student suspiciously. "My great-aunt - that is, Bathilda Bagshot, author of A History of Magic - thinks that Durmstrang's foundations are a bit off and not as strong as those at Hogwarts." Gellert draws his wand, UK The officials from the Ministry of Magic immediately surrounded them, probably because they were afraid that he would blow up half of the auditorium on the spot to prove that the foundation of Hogwarts was exactly as Bagshot said. "We'll check the foundations," said the new headmaster, "but I think it's solid enough to be fine."

"Has that classroom been rebuilt?" Gellert waved his wand, immobilizing a flying ghost with a bucket of ice water in his hand.The new headmaster shook his head, Gellert swung his wand again, poured ice water on the ghost's head, and the ghost flew away cursing.

"Time to learn some manners." Gellert put his wand back, and the Englishman, relieved, apologized and explained the ghost's bad temper.At last they came to the Great Hall, just as Albus had described it, with thousands of candles floating in the air, the roof enchanted, and the Milky Way running across it, and the stars shining brightly.Four rows of tables were lined up, and students in uniform robes sat on chairs, stretching their necks restlessly, trying to get a better view of the visitors.

Armando Dippet was a thin wizard, and his expensive wizard robes weighed on his shoulders, looking like he was overwhelmed. "Hello," he held out his hand, "Mr. Grindelwald... welcome, welcome." Grindelwald greeted him, looking back past Dippet. There were a dozen witches and wizards on the faculty bench, but To his disappointment, there was no one he wanted to meet.

Dippet introduced them one by one, and their names were more or less mentioned by Albus.The professor of herbalism, Herbert Beerly, was a tall, thin man with disheveled hair and a strange stain on the front of his robe, which might have been the twigs and leaves of some herbal medicine.The Care of Fantastic Beasts teacher, Sylvanus Kettleburn, was very young, and Gellert gave him a few extra glances. This was the guy who always sat to Albus's left at meals and stole cakes off his plate over and over again. .Kettleburn doesn't look like a solid guy, he judges in his heart, and he's a beta.He raised the corners of his mouth haughtily at Kettleburn, and the young teacher blinked his brown eyes and muttered something.

Immediately after Gellert took his seat - to the right of the headmaster's seat - representatives from the French Ministry of Magic arrived in the Great Hall.Gellert disliked the flamboyant manners and fluffy silk robes of the French.In his view, the French Muggles are only oral, weak and spineless.The French wizards didn't give up much, and they didn't do anything of value except to figure out how to turn that ugly steel building in Paris into a portkey.

"Armento, my dear old friend," exclaimed the headmistress of Bubaston, pulling Dippet into his arms, and kissing him on both sides of his sunken cheeks.The Hogwarts students immediately chuckled together.

"After dinner, we can go to enjoy the last event." Dippet said.The Frenchman was critically appraising the food at Hogwarts, when suddenly a fellow - probably Bubaston's teacher - held up a fork and said, "Why didn't you see Albus Dumbledore?"

"Professor Dumbledore is on leave," Dippet said. "The teaching assignment for this school year is over, and he has some things to deal with..."

"Going to get married?" the Frenchmen murmured, in French, but Gellert understood.He thought he would throw away the knife and fork and go to Albus's office now, they could meet for business reasons - didn't they agree?

"It may be that Albus doesn't like to talk about his own personal affairs very much." A fat Hogwarts teacher said, Slughorn, Gellert remembered him, he was Albus's classmate, and now Teaches Potions.Slughorn swallowed the strawberry meringue slowly. "You know, marriage is...quick and fast..." There was a murmur of agreement.

"I'm going to get married soon, and after I get married, I find it's not suitable, what should I do?" Gellert said sarcastically, "Divorce? Or make do with it?"

"Most people choose to make do, I guess." Slughorn said, glancing at Gellert's expensive wizard robes, "Marriage is made to do, after all, sir."

The dinner was tasteless, and Gellert pulled out the watch chain on his chest. On the small dial, the stars danced lightly, but no bubbles came out to form letters.Since the weekend before Christmas, the watch has been useless and can only be used as a reminder for Gellert himself.Frustrated, he shoved the watch back to his chest when he heard Slughorn and Kettleburn whispering, "...something he likes? Something brightly colored."

"This is the first time I've faced a co-worker getting married," Kettleburn said worriedly, "I don't want to mess it up again!"

Accompanied by Armando and British officials, Gellert endured his anxiety and came to the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts.Now a huge labyrinth appeared on this field, and after a while, the last game of the Trifinals will be played here.

"The rules of the game," read a Ministry official, "the three warriors—"

The crowd cheered and waved flags and banners.The three student warriors walked into the maze one by one, and the cheers gradually quieted down. After all, they couldn't see what was going on inside at all when they sat outside.Sitting in the stands is very boring.The troublemakers at Hogwarts couldn't sit still anymore, jumping up and down in their seats, chattering and giggling.

Gellert stopped a few bouncing Hogwarts students, judging from the badges on their chests, they should belong to Gryffindor College.

"Do you like studying?" Gellert asked, smiling.One girl gasped and stammered, "Yes, I like studying."

"So which is your favorite subject?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, I think. Our Professor Dumbledore is particularly good at—"

Gellert moved closer, "Who is Professor Dumbledore's favorite student? Is it the warrior who will participate in the competition?"

The girl said a long list of names, as if every student was loved equally.Very well, Gellert stuffed the girl with a handful of candy, thinking viciously, he's going to convince Principal Armando that it's time to add fuel to the teacher's pointer.

At this moment, there was a small commotion in the stands below.Gellert looked over there to see Newt Scamander being stopped by a few Ministry of Magic Aurors, one of whom seemed to know him well, arguing furiously, their faces flushed.

"It's, it's a crime!" Newt waved his arms, emotionally, "—murder! They're going to die!"

"Oh, Mr. Scamander." Armando apparently still remembered the freckled troublemaker, "Why did he come here?"

Newt held his head up, as if looking for help.He saw Gellert almost in the next second, "Lord Grindelwald!" He shouted loudly, "Help!"