【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

"Remember what I said," said Albus Dumbledore softly.On the fireplace stood a china bowl with a pitted rim.He grabbed a handful of Floo powder from inside, and before stepping into the flames, he turned back hesitantly, "Arianna—"

"Remember, I remember everything." Arianna was sleepy, staring at the cereal in a daze, "reviewing Chapter 5 of "Standard Charms: Level [-]"; supervising Aberforth's essay on "History of Magic"; Eat jam tarts for lunch, then take a nap; don't go out; don't talk to salesmen; don't talk to Muggles; don't bother Bagshot...don't talk to, don't even look at, Mr. Bagshot's German."

"Very good." Albus kissed his sister, "See you tonight."

"Goodbye, brother." Arianna watched helplessly as her brother's figure whirled and disappeared, and sneezed a little in the slightly cold morning air. "Oh no," she shoved the spoon into her mouth, "Aberforth, why didn't Albus let us visit Bagshot's house?"

She was answered by the snoring of Aberforth, asleep on his stomach on the table.

Gellert had woken up from a nightmare, and Bagshot had poured him a sleeping potion that tasted like thick syrup before going to bed last night. "It will give you a good night's sleep," said the old woman.The potion did work, too, and Gellert fell asleep the fastest he'd fallen asleep in more than 50 years.

But sleep was not restful.He fell into a long dream.Thestrals pulled the sled, which clanked and slid across the vast ice field without leaving any traces.He raised his head, the eternal night is boundless, and the aurora is unpredictable.In the long days of late summer, Durmstrang flew low above the water in his blood-red robe, laughing wantonly.No one likes the Nordic winter, when there are only a few hours of light in the day.He lit a blue flame and read thick spellbooks to pass the time.

"Where are we going?" Gellert asked.

"Go to see Death." A man appeared, wearing a white fur coat, speaking slowly, with an unusually familiar tone, "There, we can solve all problems."

The ice and snow melted rapidly, green branches grew from the depths of the soil, and soon, bright red flowers covered the ground.

"Is this hell?" Gellert gripped his wand tightly, his original one like a dead branch.

"Gellert, you are hell," the man said.He took off his fur coat, revealing wizard robes and long red hair, "Let's begin."

"You look much better." Bagshot was elated, and threw four eggs into the cauldron, "I told you that the potion is useful. I used to take one when I couldn't fall asleep, and I fell asleep right away, as if I was dead .”

"That's right." Gellert looked at the rising sun outside the window, "You should wake me up earlier."

"It's a holiday now, young people should sleep more, so that they can grow taller. Especially you," she piled buttered eggs on the plate and pushed them enthusiastically, "Eat, honey, you can still grow taller, 16 years old... "

Gellert ate his lunch with his head down, thinking of the impassive expression of the man in his dream.At the end of the dream, Albus was covered in blood, like the duel—"Fortunately it wasn't a prophecy," he muttered under his breath, "Thank God."

"When you're done eating, help me clean up the gnomes in the garden, will you?" Bagshot ate only two slices of bread. "They're so annoying, my roses have been infested. I can't believe it." Still no wizard has devised a spell to kill goblins. No vermin is more detestable than goblins, not even vixen as these nasty little things."

Scavenging goblins is hardly a difficult task.Gellert waved his wand lazily—his old one, like a dead twig—and the two goblins circled and collided in the air, waving their little hands and cursing loudly.He cast a spell, and they flew noiselessly into the beech forest and disappeared.

This is not the original old world.In "that" Bagshot's garden, there were no yellow roses, just vines growing wildly, even climbing the walls and covering the entire roof.There were no goblins in the garden either. He remembered that there were nests of foxes hidden behind the fence downstairs, which he burned to ashes.Albus—"the" Albus—shakes his head disapprovingly. "It's just a bunch of bitches," he said, in a slightly higher pitch. Said, Hu Meizi's eggs can also be used as potions, if you read--"

How strange!Albus Dumbledore who entered the Ministry of Magic.Gellert raised another goblin into the air, and it spat in annoyance and cursed in strange English.Perhaps this is the life list planned by the great white wizard: staff of the Ministry of Magic, promoted, promoted again, became the Minister of Magic, then became the president of the European Magic Union, and finally became the International Federation of Magic amidst congratulations from all over the world chairman.He would marry a classmate from Hogwarts, have a few children, knit in the living room during holidays, go skiing in Switzerland with the whole family, or take the children to travel around the world to see magic from various countries.In the end, he retired honorably, and his avatar became the most popular chocolate frog picture.Goodness behold, "that" Albus only managed the one on the chocolate frog card.While Gellert was serving his sentence, he occasionally got a few chocolate frogs for Christmas, but he never got a picture of Dumbledore. "Stupid chocolate frog...he won't even see me for a picture," he muttered, "thankfully—"

"Mr. Germany!" A crisp voice interrupted Gellert's contemplation. With a shake of his hand, the goblin immediately flew to the other side of the hill.Ariana was lying on the white fence of her house and looked around, "What are you doing?"

Billions of mouthed creatures live on a filthy planet, and she's the last thing Gellert Grindelwald wants, and wants to face.He glared at her almost viciously, but the girl didn't seem to know what fear was, and kept her blue, Albus-like eyes open unrelentingly, "You understand English, Bagshot says you can speak English, And tell jokes about fairies and Christmas trees."

Gellert turned around, and a few goblins hid behind the holly bushes, grinning at him and threateningly waving short wooden sticks in their hands. "That's little Poppy," said Ariana, "the most annoying goblin, they gnawed the roots off my brother's begonias, and they died without a single flower." She braced herself, trying to Over the fence, "Mr. Germany! Can you teach me that spell? I'll give you my chocolate frog card in exchange. I hear you say—"

"Shut up!" Gellert yelled, and with a wave of his wand, the goblins scattered.Ariana climbed halfway over the fence, one leg dangling in the air. "Girl, watch your manners," he said savagely. "And, I'm not German."