【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Gellert's desire to control gradually manifested in a wonderful way as his body recovered.Through the steam of black tea, Albus saw that the man was folding his arms and tapping a heavy book with his wand.

"Which one do you like?"

"This is not Madam Malkin's shop."

"Well, I think her taste...needs to be improved." The golden head held up triumphantly, "She prefers fat robes, doesn't she?"

"I think it's very good. The non-ironing fabric saves a lot of trouble." Albus checked the brochure and found that it was a Muggle shop in Paris, France. "Are you going to make Muggle clothes?"

"Yeah, yeah, their trench coats are the best," Gellert said enthusiastically, "I really like the craftsmanship of a tailor in this store, it's just magic...these few waistline styles are the best for you , dark gray for your hair and eyes... oh, if you don't like the dark inner lining, you can change to other colors, but never purple, especially purple with gold patterns." He blinked his eyes, "Trust me, honey."

This "dear" made Albus lower his head, coughed a few times, "No purple, of course, I know Muggles don't like purple very much. Gray..." He pretended to look at the cover of the brochure seriously The few windbreakers that Luter delineated, "But it's summer now."

"I've already chosen the shirt for you. Abernathy has gone to pay the bill. It's expedited. It will be delivered next week." Gellert stroked his wand, "And the vest and trousers. I Thought you might like boots too?"

"It's too expensive." Albus quickly calculated the price under the picture of the windbreaker in his mind, "I'm in school, so I don't need—"

"This is a thank you," said Gellert eagerly. "Thank you for fixing my wand. Merlin, I thought it had fallen in the mountains and been eaten by little Scamander's favorite clever little creature as a twig." "He thought for a second, "I think everything is very good, so I don't need to choose. Don't look at me like that, giving gifts to your lover is instinct, just like kissing, it is nature."

"You're still so good at talking." Albus closed the booklet helplessly, "It's two o'clock, eat some biscuits."

Albus used the Elder Wand to repair the broken wand - just a "repair as new" and the pieces magically snapped back together to look like new again.He really hated to mention the Elder Wand, but had to.The Elder Wand was the sticking point between the two of them.Gellert obviously realized this too, and when he was able to move his arm completely freely, he brought up the subject: "I think I need a new wand."

Albus clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, "I suppose if you—"

"Grigorovich definitely doesn't want to see me again, even just one glance." Gellert smiled mischievously, "Last time he sold me a thorn, this time he might just drive me out, or give me Broom stick. The drunk, the gambler, the megalomaniac, he can do it. I should try Ollivander, you Brits use his wand, don't you?"

"Yes," Albus nodded, "I can accompany you."

"You have to go with me! I'm injured, didn't you hear the therapist say? I can't move alone now. I have severe stress disorder."

"Then when you recover..."

"That thorn is also very good," Gellert sighed with nostalgia suddenly, "although it looks like a piece of bark peeled off a tree at random, and the core of the wand can't be found anywhere. I doubted my wand for a while. There is no core at all, even if there is, it is the hair of an invisible beast."

"Didn't he tell you?" Albus asked strangely. "Didn't Gregorovich tell you about the material of the core?"

"He was drunk at the time, so drunk. I paid him five gold coins, and he counted for half an hour." Gellert pouted contemptuously, "I hope Ollivander won't give me a bone wands of wands of wand...although I am indeed attracted to the bearer of rowanwood wands." He pretended to be casual and said, "'Elder wands never prosper.' Is there an English wizard's saying for that? I've been The family has been removed, and now I most hope to have a new and prosperous family."

Albus froze, "Good wish." He echoed in a low voice.

"You'll make this wish come true with me, right?" Gellert suddenly grabbed Albus's hand, his eyes burning, "Even if you don't agree with me—"

"Mr. Grindelwald will add you back to the family tapestry," said Albus slowly. "And, about your wand—"

"You said, if I pay Ollivander twenty Galleons, will he give me an applewood?" Gellert changed the subject abruptly, "What about thirty Galleons?"

Albus didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "He won't, I think. He always said that wands pick wizards...why do you want applewood wands?"

"Because it is said that the user of an applewood wand will have a lot of love. Although I only want to get your love," Gellert looked seriously into those bright blue eyes, "I want to be 100% sure...I can't help it I can bear to lose you again."

"Come on," Albus' heart almost jumped out of his throat, "Come on, isn't there a 'middle' for you?" Merlin, he couldn't calm down the chaotic heartbeat.Every time he faced Gellert, he always lost the battle, and the feeling was indescribable.

Not bad, though.On the contrary, unbearably delightful...

Probably bloody love - God, Albus blamed himself, for using that word to describe the greatest of emotions.It seemed he was really confused by Gellert.

Albus had brought a restored wand, saving Gellert's thirty Galleons.He has been able to get out of bed and walk around at will, and the therapist thinks it is time to be discharged from the hospital.In contrast to Gellert's thriving physical condition, Albus's reputation - at least in Prussia - was declining.Abernathy was terribly pale when he came to deliver the papers every day.

"What's today?" Albus compared the texture of the two wools with relish, and prepared to knit a hoodie for Aberforth.His younger brother was so angry the day before yesterday that he almost smashed the picture frame. "—that German idiot! Destroy you!" he roared, "Their big newspapers and tabloids have published stories about you all day long, utter slander, nonsense! Garbage!"

"Secrets Beneath the Plaid Skirt of the Red-haired Leprechaun in England," Gellert read out a title, "I'll pay a visit to the newspaper, remember the reporter's name, and the editor—"

"It's very touching, full of literature and sense of story." Albus dismissed it, "The red one is more dense, but Aberforth has too many red sweaters, I think he would prefer a grass green one of--"

"Giving him red, grass green with red hair is a disaster." Gellert continued to read the newspaper, the depraved "Munich Wizard News", ""Grindelwald admitted to the hospital for suspected overdose of love potion"..."

Antonio woke up, sat up in the sun's rays, and stretched long.Maolizi looked around and was disappointed to find that Fox was not on the bracket. "I'll be back tomorrow." Gellert rolled up the newspaper into a ball and threw it to Antonio, "then—"

"If you have time on the weekend," said Albus preemptively, "I think you'll have a lot to attend to when you get back. I mean, if you have time, the weekend—Saturday or Sunday, whatever you want." "Would you like to go out with me?"

Gellert's expression froze for a moment, then adjusted the arc of his eyebrows and eyes, and then nodded calmly, "Of course." Then he added urgently, "You will write to me, promise me."

"I will." Albus freed the ball of yarn from Antonio's claws, "well then, I'm in Godric's Hollow...waiting for your return."