【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

Mr. German straightened the collar of his shirt, then coughed loudly.Thankfully, he had the robes on before Aberforth slammed the door down like crazy, and managed to cast a spell that straightened the wrinkled fabric.

"I think... I have to take Annie to town," Albert looked back tremblingly, the blond devil opposite him was famous, and it's not like he hasn't seen him angry before, "You know, cabbage seeds are only hemp. Melon sale... the magic cabbage seeds I bought in Diagon Alley are fake, Merlin, it's been two days since I planted them, and half of the sprouts haven't sprouted... Please forgive me." He grabbed his daughter's arm and hugged her tightly In his arms, he rushed out the door as if fleeing for his life.

Arianna glared at Aberforth, and he had no choice but to shut his mouth resentfully, swallowing the phrase "nothing good".Who told Ariana to find an honest wizard who works in the Ministry of Magic?Aberforth took off his hat and threw it on the table—this was his habit before getting angry, and the hat wouldn't break anyway.

"...why did you show up in my brother's room?" Arianna asked politely—it could even be said to be overdone—in a standard London Muggle accent, "at 05:30 in the morning when."

"I think it's time to talk to you about your daughter's education." The annoying person shot back lazily, "She lied, and she didn't even feel remorse."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Great Diplomat." Aberforth said sarcastically, "Anne is a little girl, and it's normal for her not to know the rules. But some people," he squinted and said nastyly, "adult adults in their thirties I'm dead, but I don't even have the slightest sense of shame, and I go to stay in other people's rooms at night—in the past, I would have been hung at the door of the church to be whipped."

Gellert smiled, still with that lazy expression.In fact, he was angry, sleepy and hungry.Albus was locked up in an upstairs room by his dear siblings, with a few ridiculous protective spells on the lock.If Ah Bu figured it out, snapping his fingers would break these loopy spells.But knowing what he knew about his lover—a title he could now use fairly—Albus would never walk out of that door, and he would stay quietly in his little world, walking around anxiously. To go, to twiddle his thumbs, to listen to what was going on downstairs; but his excessive dependence on his loved ones and limitless indulgence prevented him from picking up his wand... Albus Dumbledore was like that.

"You shouldn't be in my brother's room at night," Arianna said. "You're an alpha, if I remember correctly, and my brother—"

"But we're engaged." Gellert threw out an explosive piece of news without thinking. "I think it's both reasonable and legal to meet my fiancée after a week of hard work. Of course, some people, ’ he imitated vividly, ‘never tasted the sweetness of love, he couldn’t understand my passion .

Ariana let out a cry of surprise, covering her mouth with her hands.She glanced quickly at Aberforth. The tall, red-haired man had already stood up, wearing a ridiculous hat, like a red, steaming mushroom. "Engagement!" roared Aberforth, surprisingly loudly. "Why didn't I know? When?"

"Not so long ago," Gellert counted with his fingers, "maybe a week, maybe ten days?"

"Pure fart!" Aberforth slammed his fist on the table, "Look, look at him!" He gestured angrily, "This guy, I told you, this gringo is no What a good thing! What an engagement, Merlin's socks, bullshit!"

"Remember, to be precise, it was yesterday." Gellert raised the corner of his mouth, "Albus promised me that if it's quick—"

"Fuck you! Albus wouldn't marry a rude, ignorant, tyrannical idiot like you! I won't allow it!" Aberforth snarled, "Not allowed!"

"Shut up!" Ariana screamed, pressing down on Aberforth's fist, "Are you serious, Mr. Grindelwald?" Red flooded her cheeks, "Albus promised you? Are you serious this time?"

"I'm always serious about Albus." Gellert sat up straight. "I swear."

"You can swear eight hundred oaths a day, anyway, neither Merlin nor God will split your stomach with lightning and take out your heart to see if it's red!" Aberforth roared, " Didn't you go to marry some princess? Or some prince? Diplomat, huh? What a big deal! You want to dump Albus and marry, but you go! If you get rejected, you just run back, old man God, I've never heard of such a thick-skinned fellow in the world! What did your old Prussian newspapers say about Albus? I can't even repeat the vicious words—"

"Albus and I had a little misunderstanding," Gellert explained to Ariana.This girl is more accomplished than her second brother, at least she won't be like a crazy goat, spitting and spitting everywhere, "—it's my fault, I apologize to him. I'm not engaged, let alone married .I won't marry anyone but Albus. As for the newspapers, as soon as I got back to Berlin, I sent their editors to a good place. Don't get me wrong, just go to the hospital and ask a therapist to look at the brain. They admit that they My brain is plagued by harassment..."

"But you're a pure-blood," Arianna held Aberforth's arm and stopped him. "Don't make—oh, does your family agree? I heard you don't want to be with—"

"It's his honor to have one more look at Albus!" cried Aberforth. "Pure blood of shit! Albus is a million times stronger than him!"

"Ah, I have to agree with you on this point." Gellert scratched his ear, he was so sleepy and hungry, and hoped that Albus would give him a piece of burnt toast later, preferably with With cheese and ham, "I've broken with my family and I'm about to quit my job and move to England. If I explain clearly enough—"

"Arianna! Why are you on his side!" Aberforth broke free from his sister's shackles, "Have you forgotten? On Christmas, Albus almost ended up in the hospital because of him! He I have stomach problems, so I can’t eat—”

"Albus is sick?" Gellert's languorous look faded away, "his stomach—"

"I'm fine." With a slight "snap", Albus' figure appeared and hit the table just in time. "Damn it, I've said it 800 million times, can't you just move the table thirty centimeters? God, thirty centimeters!" Gellert held Albus by the waist and carefully supported his shoulders, "Are you sick?" He touched Albus's face. "Why?—so you don't eat sweets...I haven't seen you eat them once these days."

"I used to eat too many sweets, and the robe was too tight to fit. To prevent getting fat," Albus held Gellert's hand back, "so I better eat less sugar."

"You still excuse him," Aberforth growled angrily, with a little grievance on his face, "he's a bad guy, Albus, you should think more about yourself...you deserve better... ..."

"It's not an excuse," Albus smiled mildly at his brother, "I was the one who had the bigger problem—"

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Gellert chased after him. "Have you been to St. Mungo's? What did the therapist say? Do you need to take medicine? Which potion is best for you?"

"Okay, okay, I think the problem is being hungry." Albus pulled out his wand. "I'll make some breakfast, and you'll have to go to bed when you're full. We all need plenty of rest. Albus Think, don't be like that, being angry won't do your body any good..." He let the bread jump out of the basket, and the butter sizzled in the cauldron.Ariana handed Aberforth a handkerchief, then put her chin on her hand and smiled at the thoughtful Gellert.

"Mr. Grindelwald—"

"You can call me by my first name."

"Gellert," Arianna said, looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, "you can come and hang out with Abbus. But we are a decent family. My mother once said that no matter who you are, no matter what the reason, you must come from Come in through the front door."

"I see." Gellert nodded.