【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

The windows opened high and were painted red, blue and yellow.The sunlight streams in wonderfully, in many different colors.

A little girl was eating cherries, her long blond hair hanging down in long beautiful yellow curls, like blooming roses. [Note]

"Who are you?" the girl asked while eating the cherries, her kind face was full of curiosity, "Why did they put you in the fire?"

"I'm Gellert," Gellert said, "Who are you?"

"I'm Gerda, and I'm looking for my little Kay."

The sunlight was golden, and some annoying guy opened the curtains.The sun shone brightly on Gellert Grindelwald's face, and for a moment he thought he was dead, receiving the mercy of an angel.

He blinked, his eyelids trembling slightly.The sun was so hot that he felt his eyeballs sore and his sockets moist.The numbness gradually faded...too bad, he wasn't dead, Gellert wanted to curse at Merlin, but he couldn't move his mouth.

The damn old thing.

Pausing for a moment, he tried to move his neck.From the perspective of lying flat, he was tightly covered under a quilt.In May, midsummer, even in England, with such a thick quilt, the person who made this decision should go to court to face murder charges.After many trials, Gellert was finally able to turn his face slightly, and what he saw was a head of auburn hair, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of honey.

Albus Dumbledore was lying on the edge of the heavy quilt, seemingly asleep.

It was Albus, of course Gellert recognized it.He noticed that the ear exposed from the red hair was so white that it was almost transparent, and there was a small mole above the pinna.He was the first person to discover this mole, and found the explanation from the book "Meeting People from Face to Face". "Anyone with a mole in this place would be a scholar." He announced his discovery, and Albus examined his ear in the mirror, twitching his long thin fingers, and whispered, "I hope so."

What a humble answer, worthy of the great Dumbledore.Gellert blinked again, letting the tear drop.He hoped that the sun would move away quickly and stop shining directly into his eyes.He guessed he must have been lying there for a long time... he was saved, not made a saint, and Albus appeared within an inch of him, apparently nursing him all night...

Gellert decided to revise his understanding of Merlin. After going mad for a long time, the old man was not bad to him occasionally.

Therefore, he had to use Merlin's gift.Gellert focused all his attention on his arms and fingers, regaining control.He intends to touch that white and soft ear.He's been wanting to do this for a long time!At the last Albus, he'd done it, but with his tongue.Albus was a little ticklish, and when he sucked the mole, he reached out tremblingly, trying to refuse; Gellert would never allow Albus to refuse, he grabbed the other's thin wrist and held him down. , and continued to suck...until the red-haired lover moaned ambiguously, he let go, stared at him innocently, and asked, "Are you okay?"

The arms and fingers don't obey commands, too, and the pain emerges little by little from the depths, like tiny cracks in the ice in early spring.But Gellert Grindelwald has never been a weak person who succumbed to fate. He insisted on touching that ear. If he still had the strength, he would kiss that mole, take a bite, and taste the honey-sweet taste , and then grabbed those red hairs, pulled him into his arms, stroked, and hugged.

Unfortunately, the red-haired owner woke up before he fully regained the sovereignty over his body.First the shoulder twitched, and the ear became more and more red.Gellert tried to speed up the progress, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead... He failed, and the ear went away from him.Albus sat up straight, the imprint of the sheet still on his cheek.His blue eyes were blank and confused, "...Gellert?"

"Hmm." Terribly, he could only make a vague nasal sound.Gellert managed to raise the corners of his mouth, "Hi—"

"You're awake." Albus rubbed his face, "Great. You've been asleep for a while..."

"I," thankfully, English is easier to pronounce, "I, not dead," Gellert muttered, not sure if Albus understood, "you... saved... me?"

Albus gave a look that was a mix of crying and laughing, which might be defined as a sad wry smile.Gellert felt a few gentle pecks on the head, as if a bird had nestled above his head, pecking at his skull with its beak. "It's Fox," said Albus, getting up and hugging something over Gellert's head.That thing has extremely gorgeous tail feathers, red and gold, it is indeed a bird, to be precise, a... phoenix.

"Oh." Gellert admired dryly, "Great."

The black eyes of Phoenix Fox watched him tenderly. "Tears of the phoenix can cure poison...you almost..." said Albus, bringing a glass of water, dampened a small piece of cotton, and wiped Gellert's lips. "Thirsty, aren't you? But you've lost a lot of blood, and the healer told you to drink until this time tomorrow... You've broken too many bones, and the manticore's poison has slowed the potion's effect. I'm afraid you'll have to Lay down for a while."

"Oh." Gellert rolled his tongue, "Where am I?"

"You were badly wounded, and the Ministry of Magic feared you would die on the way back to Berlin. After half an hour of wrangling, they agreed to let you stay in England. You're still at Hogwarts...you're badly wounded ’” Albus repeated softly, “Okay, you’re awake, that’s a sign of improvement. I’m going to see a healer right now… Your subordinates are waiting for you outside, and the Prussian Department of Magic has contacted you My family, I guess they're coming soon." He put the water glass on the bedside, where there was a bare vase with a few daffodils in it. "I'm leaving, you have to listen to the therapist's advice and get well soon."

The red phoenix flew up, circled in the air, and finally landed on Albus' shoulder. "Where are you going?" Gellert yelled, with a rusty smell coming out of his throat, "You can't go—" He still couldn't make his arms and legs obey, and his whole body was wriggling like a Frog caterpillar , "Albus!"

"I've got to - go back to the office," said Albus, and the phoenix looked at its Master reproachfully, pecking at his hair with its beak.What an annoying pet, Gellert thought, trying to get his arms moving.Albus turned back to the hospital bed helplessly, "Don't be like this, Gellert." He stared at him reproachfully—with a bit of love—in exactly the same eyes as Phoenix, brushing the golden hair with his fingers, "I'm here, not very well. Wait for your family to come..."

"So what if they're here?" Gellert stared into those blue eyes. "Are you leaving me?"

"It's immoral for me to stay here," said Albus, pain welling up in his eyes, and his pale lips twisted. "It's immoral, Gellert. The therapist said you wouldn't wake up until afternoon, and I -"

"Are you getting married?" said Gellert, his throat burning. "With whom?" Without waiting for an answer from Albus, he continued, "Marchban's nephew? Are you dating? Engaged? When did you get married? Did he kiss you? Did he tag you?"

"I'm not married," said Albus, holding the agitated body in a panic, "I'm not engaged either, lie down, Gellert, and think about your wounds—"

"I'm not married either," Gellert stared defiantly, "and I'm not engaged. I have no family—I was wiped off the Grindelwald family tree... I just burned the family tree tapestry, uncle Crazy."

Note: Quoted from Ye Junjian's translation of "Andersen's Fairy Tales", with modifications.