【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

The kiss seemed to last only a brief moment - or it could have been long, Albus couldn't be sure.They separated, and quickly hugged each other, like two balls of inseparable wool.Gellert pursed Albus's lower lip incoherently, explaining incoherently, "—I saw that the light was still on in your room... just finished and signed a lot of papers. I got a portkey, English Magic Who in the Ministry... questioned me, I really wanted to cut his throat with a butter knife-sorry, that's what I thought. His tone and expression clearly suspected that I was doing something bad. I told him patiently , I'm coming on a date with my fiancée - you don't object? That's the word I use to define our relationship... I think it's fitting, Albus, it's fitting... why don't you wear the clothes I bought you ?”

"If you'd let me go, I'll tell you why," Albus muttered. "You should have knocked and come in."

"There are a few goblins at the door, I politely ask them to move away." Gellert let go of his arm slightly, and Albus leaned on his shoulder.They embrace, in a dancing pose. "I regretted it the first minute I left you. I should take some of your old robes with me, at least... Kiss you a few more times..." He said, brushing aside the red hair on the shoulders of the man in his arms, greedily Sniff the sweet scent, "You smell like an extra-large honey lollipop."

"You smell like an ice toad," said Albus, his cheeks warming, making him feel slightly drunk. "I thought I hadn't seen you in almost 100 years..."

"I'm going to resign," Gellert said. "I'll hand in my resignation next month. I've had enough."

"Is the celebration banquet not in line with your aesthetics?" Albus blinked, and they hugged and turned around slowly, "Let me guess...the white wine you hate the most?"

"With their taste, they will only pick expensive ones." Gellert snorted. "I hope they give up using that unlucky metaphor, but I doubt that they will find some characters from fairy tales, such as-"

"Bluebeard?" Albus looked up.

"You've gone bad, Albus," Gellert murmured, before leaning down and kissing the corner of the other's smiling mouth.They kissed quietly for a while before Gellert stroked his curly blond hair as if awakened from a dream, and lifted his robe, revealing a pair of colorful socks.

"The door key is located at my aunt's house... I can change into these socks in time." He said, actually shyly, "wool socks, dear. You once said that you would knit a pair of wool socks for me, but I was in the mood Too bad to turn you down... I was a fool, but you'll forgive a young man troubled by love."

Albus didn't move or respond.Gellert was uneasy until he could see the water in the bright blue eyes on the opposite side, "Are you still angry with me? I'm sorry, if you—"

"You're a fool," Albus put his arms around his neck, "silly old man."

"I look like a young man at least," Gellert said. "Well, an old man isn't bad either—are you tired?"

Albus shook his head.

"So can we go out...for a walk? Start dating early?" Gellert sniffled. "I can't wait to talk to you. Let's go out and wander in the forest like we used to ?”

It was Albus' clenched hand that answered him, "Then you get ready." The red-haired professor said softly, "Three, two, one—"

With a "snap", the two of them shifted to the edge of the valley. More than 100 years ago, two young people often did this.They were full of energy, talkative and curious.The night wind blows softly across the hills, rustling the beech leaves.The bright moonlight poured down like water, and there were bits and pieces of light flying everywhere in the grass.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kidnap you?" Gellert said, taking off his cloak and putting it on for Albus.

"You're not wearing colored clothes, and you don't have a flute in your waist, and I'm not a child," said Albus briskly, "but maybe you could have a rat version of your Goblin Repelling Charm...Muggles would love it."

"I hate fairy tales." Gellert took Albus's hand. "When I was a child, the servants always told me the story of the Snow Queen. I was terrified. Have you ever heard that story? It's not so much a fairy tale as it is a definition." For horror stories—I still have a shadow of the mirror."

"Me too," said Albus, taking care to avoid the rocks under his feet. "The stories of Beedle the Poet are not suitable for children."

"I've almost forgotten about it. To be honest, I always feel that some Muggle writers may not be pure Muggles... Of course, they are not wizards. There is something strange in their hearts, which is indescribable..."

"Or they're brave enough to write what's on people's minds."

"That's right," Gellert shrugged, "kissed the dead princess in the crystal coffin, put iron shoes on the vicious stepmother, burned the speechless queen on a pile of thorns—" he saw the old willow tree The black shadow, "I don't know if the sad bug still lives in the tree hole?"

"not sure."

But the heartbreaker has moved out of the tree hole, and now a swarm of bumblebees has taken up a favorable position and is growing their family. "I have a lot to tell you," Gellert sat under the tree, grabbed a pebble, and conjured up a handful of buttons, "but when I actually see you, I can only discuss insects with you."

"The topic of insects is also good," said Albus, holding up a metal button and looking at it. "It's very beautiful."

"Third grade level," Gellert said dryly, "Oh, yes, at the banquet—Merlin, they really had several banquets, time-wasting garbage socializing—uncle came to me and asked me what I planned to do. When will I take you back to Berlin."

Albus listened quietly, remembering Ariana's request, but he knew Gellert had his own agenda.

"I told him you're teaching at Hogwarts, you're not going back to Berlin, and you're not going to Austria—nor am I. I'm sick of eating sitting upright at a table with tongs, spoons Scooping vegetable soup, not being able to talk to servants...those cumbersome rules."

"It sounds like you are Miss Clara," said Albus.

"Then you're Heidi, and it just so happens that she has a playmate, a nasty goat herder." Gellert tugged at Albus's hand and suddenly chuckled.He smiled so cheerfully, openly and fearlessly, that Albus couldn't help smiling as he looked into his eyes.

"Sorry, I just want to laugh," Gellert wiped the corners of his eyes, "It's an amazing feeling, like a seed has been planted in my heart... and now the seed is sprouting... the itching doesn't stop, It still hurts a little. It's amazing... Albus, I've never had a..."

The sky gradually revealed a white light, dense birdsong sang overhead, and the fragrance of grass and trees wet their robes.And Gellert finally felt the exhaustion after the excitement, "I was an old guy," they walked out of the forest hand in hand, and the milkman Muggle kid rode a bicycle and rushed towards the town, "I forgot about it a little... ... the waist and neck right now remind me not to get carried away."

"We can go out in the afternoon, or just take a walk in the valley," said Albus guiltily. "Your wounds haven't fully healed—"

"It's true, you have to change my bandages," Gellert said. "I'm going to lie, listen: I can't change my bandages myself, so you have to change them for me."

"Okay, I pretend I didn't realize it was a lie." Albus put his arm around Gellert, three, two, one, and they were back in the bedroom, standing by the bed.After hugging quietly for a while, Albus offered to lower his arms, "...maybe you can stay. A simple Extending Charm will do the trick."

"I'm going to pretend to think about it." Gellert said, sniffing the extra-rich sweet fragrance in the room intoxicated.He took off his coat and threw it on a chair, then took off his tie and undid the collar of his shirt.Just as his fingers were on the last button, a small but firm voice sounded.

"Mr. Germany—"

Anne dragged her toy rabbit and stood barefoot on the floor.The little girl blinked the same blue eyes of the Dumbledore family, and raised her voice suddenly: "Father—mother—Aberforth! Mr. German is in Albus's room, with his butt naked!"

Seems like Valentine's Day has passed...