[HPGGAD] Heavenly Fire

Gellert loves summer.

Being expelled from Durmstrang didn't affect his good mood. He quickly packed the few bags and left the school without any regrets.

"Hey! Grindelwald!" A malicious laugh came from the stairs, and Gellert looked up lazily. The other party was obviously stunned by his strange eyes for a second, but quickly got rid of it: "Principal Have you finally discovered that there is a loophole in Durmstrang's admissions requirements?"

He casually swung the bag on his shoulders upwards, and smiled back: "Don't say that about yourself, Rudolph."

The young man was obviously easily irritated, and he quickly raised his wand, but Gellert didn't give him a chance to cast a spell, and Rudolph's wand instantly shattered into powder.

Gellert shook his head triumphantly: "It's been so many years, haven't you learned how to behave?"

He didn't slow down because of this episode, and continued to stride towards the school gate.The surrounding stone walls were so familiar, he passed classrooms, student dormitories, and finally walked to the auditorium.

Gellert had quietly carved the symbol of the huge Deathly Hallows somewhere last night, and added a spell that prohibited removal.But it was only now that he regretted that his feelings for Durmstrang were so weak that the fact that he was forced to leave did not make him feel sad at all.

Gellert Grindelwald loves many things.From literature to magic, from clothing to food, he always has his own preferences and evaluations for everything in the world, but his love is often proved to be short-lived and weak, as if there is nothing in this world except black magic and desire to conquer. He really stops.

He strode across the school gate, and before he was out of sight, he took a coin out of his pocket and read, "Mentos."

Illegal portkeys were all he knew, as was illegal cross-border travel.

England's summer must be wonderful, that was Gellert's last thought as he left Durmstrang.

"Gellert——Gellert——" the aunt downstairs called his name in a long voice. Gellert woke up from his sleep, and waved his hand in annoyance and cast a silencing spell. After a few seconds, his hungry stomach It made him change his mind, revoked the Silencing Curse, and shouted like his aunt: "I'll come down right away!"

Bathilda Bagshot was his distant great-aunt, and their de facto blood ties may have been rather tenuous, but fortunately, the other party graciously and almost immediately granted his request for a visit.

"For Merlin's sake, Auntie," Gellert quickly and neatly sliced ​​through his own steak, "you don't have to yell like a Muggle every time."

Bathilda was still tolerant in the face of Gellert's bad temper: "I'm used to it, Gellert," she couldn't help reminding when she saw the boy wolfing down, "Slow down, what are you going to do this afternoon?"

"I'm going to continue to catch up on sleep," Gellert said vaguely with his mouth full of meat, "I stayed up all night last night to calculate a formula."

Bathilda frowned, expressing her dissatisfaction with the young boy's way of life, "Remember that neighbor's eldest son I told you about?"

"Remember, Albus Dumbledore," said Gellert, "what happened to him?"

"I think you can get acquainted, Albus is a very fine boy."

Gellert is noncommittal about the "excellence" in his aunt's mouth. It is undeniable that Bathilda has extremely high academic achievements, but it is a pity that her specialization is in the history of magic. Gellert does not believe her judgment on the actual level of magic. After all, she always Just forgetting to use the Amplifying Charm would prove it.

With his good memory, Bathilda told him about Albus Dumbledore's biography he hadn't forgotten, and the young Mr. Dumbledore sounded like a perfectly good baby, a model graduate, Geller I couldn't think of any chance that they would ever be friends.

Bored and indifferent, Gellert curled his lips, but still replied: "Okay, aunt."

"who are you?"

Gellert was clearly aware that he was safely in his dream, but he was still [-]% vigilant, even though there was only a little girl standing in front of him that only reached his chest.

He hadn't had a prophetic dream in too long.This kind of dream is usually short and direct, not like now, there is only a little girl, and because of some mysterious restriction, he can't see the other person's face clearly.If it wasn't for the dull pain in his right eye, he would have thought it was an unintelligible, ordinary dream.

"Are you a wizard?" he asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Are you a Muggle then?" he continued.

The girl shook her head again.

She raised her index finger and gently placed it on Gellert's lips, signaling him not to speak. After feeling his cooperative silence, she gently took his left hand with the palm facing up, as if trying to write something with her fingers.

Gellert concentrated on feeling the scratch on his palm - a sharp corner... could it be the symbol of the Deathly Hallows?No, the girl drew a horizontal line in the middle again.is one letter: A.

She wrote another letter: D.

"AD?" Gellert waited for more information from her, but the girl stopped after writing the two letters, and just gently took his hand.

The girl nodded.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?" he asked tentatively.

The girl hesitated, then nodded again.This time, she let go of his hand, her voice was ethereal and elusive, as if it came from far away, "Don't hurt him."

"He? AD is a man?" Gellert immediately thought of the only man with AD as his initials who appeared in his life recently.

The girl refused to answer his question, but continued, "Don't hurt him, love him."

Gellert was irritated by the situation and the girl who was out of his control.

"Hey!" His tone was impatient. "Don't try to play guessing games with me—"

The original clear dream suddenly became blurred, he felt a force pulling himself away, he tried to resist, but it felt like a lucid dream, even though his mind was still awake, his limbs gradually became heavy, and then gradually moved away from him. Girl standing still.

"I forgive you." Feeling Gellert's complete departure, the girl whispered.

Gellert, who woke up from the dream, jumped up from the bed, and almost immediately ran out of the room and down the stairs, "Auntie! Where are the Dumbledores you mentioned?"

Bathilda was clearly confused by what was going on, but still answered his question: "The first one to turn right when you go out is, are you going to visit Albus? It's getting late, maybe they're already in bed -"

But Gellert didn't wait for her to finish before rushing out of the house, leaving a bewildered Bathilda with a sweater stick.

Albus wasn't asleep yet.

He spent the day tending to Ariana, teaching her to read, playing with her, until late at night he found time for himself.He first read the letter from Dorje, which was sent yesterday and had not been opened in time. Obviously, in order not to make him more sad, his friend avoided over-describing the trip, and instead spent a long time comforting him.

Oh, what a pity, thought Albus, he should have said more about Paris.

But he accepted Dorji's kindness, unfolded a new parchment, and planned to reply to his friend.

——That boy appeared at this moment.

"Albus Dumbledore?" The blond boy abruptly jumped into his window from the balcony, without even considering how impolite it was.

Albus looked up from the parchment in surprise, and their eyes met.

Gellert did not expect that the young Dumbledore himself was so handsome. Compared with the blue eyes of the other party in the slightly dim candlelight of the day, they looked so soft. With the thick and slightly curly short red hair, Gellert was obviously speechless.He can see many things from those eyes, calm, wise, brave, but he can't see heartbreak alone.This is a white paper beauty, he thought, really want to see that lake-like azure blue broken by love and pain.

The unexpected visitor also made Albus lose his mind for a moment. The other party was wearing a crumpled, baggy shirt with only three or two buttons, but this did not hinder his good looks and perfect cheekbones in the slightest.Too beautiful to show her teeth and claws, Albus wanted to laugh at the words that came to his mind.

"Mr. Grindelwald?" Albus spoke first, and he quickly made a judgment based on the accent and age of the other party.

"Yes, yes," Gellert replied somewhat awkwardly, but immediately calmed down because of his freewheeling nature, "You know my aunt."

"Bathilda, yes," said Albus mildly, without commenting on his late-night window hopping, "but before that, do you want to button your shirt?"

Only now did Gellert realize that most of his chest was almost exposed because he was in a hurry to go out, and he was a little flustered for a while, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention," he quickly tidied up his appearance, "I slept all day... last night. count as a—”

"Alchemy circle?" Albus said, "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I saw the saltpeter powder on your cuff, so I guess it must be alchemy."

It must be an easy process to fall in love with him, Gellert thought. He has loved many things and people, but his love has often proved to be short-lived and thin.

But this time, he shuddered at the unknowability of this coming love.I probably wouldn't want to see heartbreak in those blue eyes, because I'd be heartbroken for that.

While he was thinking wildly, Albus had stood up from his chair, used a beautiful silent spell to arrange the piles of items on the table, and smiled at him—

"Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"