【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Albus lingered for a few minutes.Several therapists looked at him with strange eyes from a distance, and he immediately straightened up quietly and brushed his hair behind his ears.Fox scolded and pecked at his earlobe.Albus took a deep breath, and was about to knock on the door when it opened suddenly, and he quickly took two steps back.

Abernathy bowed and saluted, "Professor Dumbledore, Lord Grindelwald invites you in."

This young man's English is really good, although he was born in France and graduated from Durmstrang, but his English does not sound much with an accent.Albus nodded, he could already see the golden hair glowing warmly under the sunlight.

"...I think it would be better to plant some ivy on the windowsill." Gellert said abruptly.

The door closed silently, as if cutting off the whole world.There is a cold pheromone breath in the quiet air. It is clearly a summer morning, but it makes people feel like they are on the top of a snow mountain.Albus's throat twitched, it was too bad, and he had another frantic craving for mints.

"It would be nice to grow some mint," he said.

The conversation stopped strangely.Fox spread his wings, flew around the ward a few times, and then stopped beside Gellert.What does ivy mean?Albus was lost in thought, but it was difficult to find the answer for a while.His judgment and sense of logic are lost here—has Gellert suddenly taken to gardening?Ivy is not a difficult plant to care for...

"I think, no, please sit down." Gellert took the initiative to start the topic for the second time, probably because of his illness, his voice was high and floating, "Please sit down, Albus... are you thirsty? Here There is a bottle of water and tea bags."

There was indeed a water bottle on the bedside cabinet, as well as a nice metal box, teapot and teacup set.In the corner of the cabinet, a vase holds a bouquet of daffodils in bloom. "Aren't you going to sit down?" Gellert opened his eyes wide, and stroked Fox's neck stiffly with his left hand, "Please—"

Albus went to the hospital bed and added cushions and backs to the bare wooden chair.Now, this chair is extremely comfortable to sit on.He tapped the teapot with his wand, and the spout spewed steam instantly. "Tea bags are a nice invention." Albus poured hot water into the cup. "Would you like a cup of black tea, Gellert?"

"The therapist won't let me drink tea." Gellert's posture remained rigid.He was watching Albus with the air of a kid who has failed a test. "Did you get my letter?"

Judging by the taste of the British, the taste of Prussian tea bags is really average.Albus put down his cup and stared at the swirling tea, "Got it."

"You've been gone for hours," the injured man murmured, "I thought you—"

"Two hours at most," said Albus, "I'm going to take a shower and change clothes. The students' papers are also collected, and in time I have to-"

"Students are more important than me, aren't they?" Gellert said, but the envy subsided in the next second. "Sorry, it was my problem. I apologize to you."

"It's not necessary—"

"Please let me finish," Gellert was silent for a moment, "This feels a little familiar." He looked towards the tall glass window, "Do you remember that summer, in the church in Godric's Hollow... …Sunday, you sit on the bench in front of the cross, the sun shines through the stained glass and falls on the ground, swaying. A few pigeons land on the window sill, chirping and cooing non-stop. Chatting in the square, buying and selling goods... It's just you and me in the church, just you and me."

Of course Albus remembered that summer.In fact, he remembered every Godric's Hollow summer since Gellert's arrival, whether it was a hundred years ago or a hundred years later.Everything that happened in the summer is deeply engraved in his heart, and he can even recall the appearance of dust flying in the sun.

"There's a little Muggle girl who's been singing loudly," said Albus, "'Lizz Borden took the axe and gave mother forty blows.'"

"Evil Yankee." Gellert smiled, "Well... Speaking of summer, I don't know what you think..." He hit his leg with his fist, and then took a breath, "The therapist said a couple of small wounds on my legs had opened - well, I'm going to get straight to the point -"

Albus tensed up, looking down, on his toes.He should not have chosen such a pair of shoes, the style has long since fallen out of fashion.He heard Gellert's rapid breathing, like a drum beating violently on his eardrums.

"Can I shake your hand?"

It was unbelievable - Albus had no idea why his tongue had betrayed his mind, and had said it all by himself.True, he wanted to hold Gellert's hand.His hand was bigger and thicker than he remembered, with a tiny bump at the wrist—one of the alpha's glands.When Gellert was unconscious, he couldn't help kissing that piece of skin.A completely subconscious act, see, it's physical attraction, even if he's ashamed to admit it, it's what it is.

"No, no problem." Gellert's voice became even more erratic.He put his hand over Albus's, moving slowly and mechanically, like Annie's tin soldier. "You want to hold my hand, I'm very happy. But... I want to say..." After hesitating for half a minute, he raised his voice desperately, "Why... your hair has grown longer?"

"..."

"Stupid question." Gellert said frustratedly, but his tone became smoother, "I don't mean anything else, just... Actually, I like you with long hair. Your hair is like winter fire, like the setting sun On Rosebud. Sweet talk, don't you? You don't like me talking like that. I don't know how to play with my tongue, Albus. I thought I could, but as soon as you leave - although you talk for two hours, I My mind is completely messed up at once... I'm worried, do you understand?" He sighed heavily, "I'm a bad guy and I've done countless bad things. I knocked off the flower pot on your windowsill, I told you I you? I took your copy of "The History of Primitive Magical Society of Tribes in West Africa" ​​and didn't return it to you, because I didn't pay attention to the time when I made the potion, and the potion soaked the pages and could never be restored. I Tried to kill Newt Scamander because you taught him and wrote the preface to his book; I pretended to be married and left you and went back to Berlin; God, I still—”

"I see your Patronus," Albus interrupted the topsy-turvy reflection, "great phoenix, as beautiful as Fawkes."

"Did you see it?" Gellert's lips quivered. "Did you really see it? Did I really summon the Patronus?"

"Yes, that's your Patronus... an immortal firebird," said Albus, his eyes moist. "It's guarding you... Without its guidance, I don't think I could have found you right away, Guy. Lett. And..."

"Did it tell you?" Gellert struggled to straighten up. "It told you, didn't it?"

"Lie down," said Albus softly. "Yes, it told me. I heard that."

"Then what do you think?" Gellert forgot all about leg bones, ribs, and wounds at this moment.All he wanted was an answer, "Albus, tell me, even if you're going to sentence me to death, please tell me. I don't have any appetite...don't let me just lay there thinking about it...this is too much..."

Albus withdrew his hand and stood up.Gellert's eyes widened in an instant, his face pale.

"You can't forgive me, I understand," he tried to maintain his composure, "then we still—"

A soft kiss fell on the lips, like snowflakes in warm winter, fleeting. "You need something to eat, sleep and rest." Albus straightened up, pushed his hair behind his ears again, his tone was flat, but the trembling eyelashes and fingers betrayed him, "—I think long hair suits me well, So I haven't cut it since after Christmas; students are important, I have to hurry up and grade their papers, but in my heart, you are also important; you said you are going to get married, I am very... very sad, but Patronus I conveyed your words, and I listened to it... I was very moved, Gellert, and at the same time regretted it. As I said, I still love you." He turned his face away, pretending to look for the clock, and his earlobes were covered with red hair Tou Liang, "I answered your question, so, do you have an appetite?"

Gellert breathed out a few broken syllables, "In the middle...thank you."