【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

No matter how much Aberforth objected, Gellert Grindelwald still solemnly knocked on the door of Dumbledore's house early on Sunday morning.He dressed very well, like a true gentleman.The summer morning light made his face glow, and when Albus came downstairs, the gringo bowed exaggeratedly, then held out his arms in a gesture of invitation.

"He's disgusting." Aberforth slashed open the stake. "Pretty like a peacock!"

"He's a peacock, he's courting...a beautiful tail, if he has one." Ariana watered the flowers in the yard, and Annie tried to catch a bumblebee, but was caught by her mother with a straight face Fluttering little hands, "—you can't catch bumblebees, and you can't catch billywigs either. You don't want to float on the roof, do you?"

"Mr. Germany is going to marry Albus?" Anne asked childishly. "They will, aren't they?"

"I don't think so," Aberforth went down with the axe, splashing sawdust, which caused Ariana to complain a few times, "Albus has many suitors, why must he marry that boy from the Prussian countryside?"

"But, Albus has seen Mr. German naked," Anne giggled, "so they have to get married."

"If you ask me, you really have to tell Annie to stay away from the potters." Aberforth put down his axe, sat down on the steps with complicated emotions, and wiped his pants, "Even if they go to church, I will Follow up and yell against it. I've been meaning to do this for a long time."

"Albus will be mad," Ariana said. "He likes Gellert, don't tell me you don't see it."

"That blond fool has such a bad temper, I'm going to break his nose sooner or later." Aberforth picked at the hole in the edge of his trousers, "I swear, I will definitely do that."

Godric's Hollow Church has a new pastor after the previous one went to the parish in Manchester.Young people just graduated from seminary, blushed when they spoke, and stuttered in their sermons. "There are no priests willing to come to the country anymore." An old woman poked Albus, "There were no one willing to come 20 years ago. Even if you are devout to God, you can't resist the temptation of the city. No way." Know what's in town!"

"He'll improve," said Albus gently. "It just takes a little practice."

"I don't think so. His stuttering seems to be natural, not nervous." The old woman pouted, her eyes wandering on Gellert's face, "Is he your husband?" She suddenly asked, "I haven't seen him before. Pass him. Boy, what city are you from?"

"He's—" Gellert preempted Albus before he could finish. "Ma'am, I'm from Berlin. Yes, we're getting married."

"Berlin? Then you are a foreigner?" The old woman's eyes became more and more critical. "It is becoming more and more popular to find a foreigner and go to the United States together. Are you going to the United States too? I heard that there is a lot of chaos there, There's gold everywhere."

"No, I'm going to stay." Gellert said, "America is a mess. Compared to the city, I would rather live in a quiet place with my lover."

"Your English is really good," said the old woman, with a slightly appreciative look. "You're a handsome fellow, worthy of your wife. He's a good Christian, and I see him almost every week in church. But what is your occupation?"

"I'm a teacher," Albus replied.

After the service, according to Gellert, the dating officially began. "Actually I woke up at three o'clock," he said. "I wanted to find you, but you had to rest so you could recover to full health. So—"

"I'm fine," said Albus, who was in his new shirt, enough to satisfy the other man's need for control, "if you want to find me—"

"Owl?" Gellert said enthusiastically. "No, honey, the sound of the owl knocking on the glass will definitely wake up your brother. He can't wait to hold the ax all the time, ready to chop off my head. I bet he absolutely Sleeping under that rose tree, getting yourself covered in dirt like a big house-elf."

"He's my brother," said Albus seriously. "Forgive me, it may upset you, but I have to be honest, please don't."

Albus was a little taken aback by Gellert's quick apology. "If there's anything I've learned, apologizing is one of them." He grabbed Albus's wrist, looking calm. "Of course, I still don't like him. So I have to apologize twice."

They apparated in sunlight.Albus woke up from his dizziness and found himself standing in front of a nice little hill somewhere.

"This is--"

"One of my estates."

Gellert took Albus's hand, and the two walked slowly along the avenue. "Uncle has been writing to me," he said, shrugging amusedly, remembering the contents of those letters. "He informed me that I am honored to return to the family."

"He cares about you."

"Why doesn't he care about his son? I thought that after my cousin eloped with the princess, he could finally devote some energy to his poor son who was not valued. Who knows—"

In the fields, farmers are working diligently. "Uncle said in the letter last night," Gellert pulled out a grass stem, "I can return to the family, and I can marry you. But although you are smart, wise, and quick-witted... maybe you used dozens of adjectives, I didn't number--"

"Honored." Albus smiled. "It's a pity I'm not a pure-blood, am I?"

"He came up with a way to get the best of both worlds." Gellert threw away the stalk, "—he wants to find you a prominent ancestor...like—"

"Salazar Slytherin?" Albus stuck out his tongue. "Forget it, it reminds me of some unpleasant memories."

"No, not Slytherin, he knows you belong to Gryffindor House. He won't make such a basic mistake, strictness runs in the veins of Bavarians, whether they are Muggles or wizards." At this time they Already in front of a grand house, "What do you think of this house?"

"Very well, but who was my illustrious ancestor?" said Albus. "I'm simply curious."

"Something to do with your dear royal family," Gellert muttered. "Those Muggle names are too complicated and too similar for me to remember. Well," he snapped his fingers, and the door slowly opened." Come in and have a look. I've got a good doctor too... To be honest, St. Mungo's and Hogwarts Hospitals are unreliable. I'll have to make sure your stomach is okay, or I won't be able to sleep. I With this kind of temper, you must forgive me this time."