【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

On Sunday night, at "just right" nine o'clock, Gellert dropped Albus outside the Dumbledore House.The cool breeze is blowing, and the summer valley is filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.The two held hands and looked at each other silently. After a while, Albus said, "Are you going back to Berlin now?"

"Damn Monday." Gellert's eyes were burning. "If you want me to stay, I can leave tomorrow morning."

"Let's go back and rest earlier," Ah Bu thought for a while, "Your injury is still not healed."

They exchanged a kiss.Albus liked the smell of Gellert, cold, like streams from melted snow peaks.Perhaps it was an illusion, he felt that this cold pheromone had now added a touch of sweetness, and it smelled more like mint hard candy. "Ariana won't let me eat sugar," he complained softly, "so leave me your coat, please."

Geller's peculiar eyes revealed ecstasy: "Of course, no problem, my dear." He quickly took off his coat and put it on Albus's shoulders, "At the same time, you have to give me something..."

Albus untied the square scarf tied around his neck, which Gellert had bought, and he rarely wore such decorative things.Gellert solemnly folded the square scarf and stuffed it into his breast pocket. "I'll come over tomorrow after work. If it's early, I'll be in time to have dinner with you. Even if I don't make it in time for dinner, I'll be back. We can go for a walk, God... I really want to shrink you down and stuff it in my pocket go back."

"Then I might be picked up by Antonio." Albus laughed.He smiled and stared at the blond youth, with a thin blush on his cheeks.Then they hugged each other again, foreheads pressed together, "I'll wait for you to come back for dinner."

"Okay." Gellert smiled, "It's a deal."

Through the kitchen window, Aberforth coughed loudly.The loud noise spread far away in the quiet night, and a few wild pigeons flapped their wings dissatisfied. "It's 09:30," Albus blushed, "we have to say goodbye."

"Don't forget the goodnight kiss." Gellert hugged Albus, lips touching.They snuggled together outside the fence for a while, and Gellert let go of Aberforth coughing until his throat cracked. "Good night, honey."

"Good night." Albus waved his hand, "Let's go."

"You go in first, and I'll leave when you go in." Gellert fumbled his pockets, his blond hair was slightly disheveled, "Hurry up, don't let the dew wet your clothes, you'll catch a cold."

"It's summer," Albus muttered. "I've never had a cold in summer."

One is outside the fence and the other is inside the fence. The holly branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, making a slight rustling sound. "Oh, you know, there are several moaning berries in my aunt's yard," Gellert said, "and they can be picked by the moonlight in winter."

"Really?" Albus whispered, "I also have some potions in my yard. But it's a pity that the potions I planted before were ruined by goblins."

"You need the Goblin Repelling Charm." Gellert leaned closer to the fence. "I can cast a few more to drive the goblins away."

"Okay, sir, thanks to you, there are no goblins in my house!" Aberforth rushed out, holding a pair of huge scissors, "Aren't you going to report to your honorable Prussian Ministry of Magic tomorrow morning?" ?"

"There is no Ministry of Magic in Prussia," Albus blinked, and his younger brother roared, "Of course I know! This is irony!"

"Then I'm going back." Gellert pushed away Holly, gave Albus a loud kiss on the mouth, and then, amidst the horrible click of scissors, took out a portkey and disappeared into the moist air instantly.

"The weeping fruit of the Bagshots?" Aberforth rolled his eyes. "I thought you'd seen those trees 20 years ago."

"Shut up, Aberforth," Ariana poked her head out, "you have no idea what lovers think - how miserable, single guy."

"If I'm in love, I'll forget about the weeping fruit next door—Jesus, those trees are facing our windows—I'd rather be single forever." Aberforth dropped his vows loudly, carrying his scissors , Without looking back, got into the living room.

"So...how's our date today?" Ariana looked at Albus's elegant coat on his shoulders, and nodded with a sudden realization. "Don't tell me, I understand-it's fun, isn't it?"

"We don't have a newspaper subscription, do we?" Albus answered irrelevantly.Ariana picked up her ball of thread, "No, no, since the Daily Prophet has had Gellert Grindelwald's heroics and zoomed-in photos on his front page for a week, he's unsubscribed from the entire newspaper , including Magic Weaving of the Month."

"I love that magazine," said Albus, gathering the coat. "I was looking for a goat pattern."

"I like it too, but I'm sure they'll come up with a blond-haired hero vs. monster pattern," Arianna smirked, "but you can knit it even without magazines...I'm sure."

Albus' premonition about the newspaper soon became a reality.A dozen hours later, at eight o'clock on Monday morning, he shuffled down the stairs and sat down at the table.Gellert's coat gave him a good night's sleep, and he dreamed that he was walking in a world of mints and ice toads bouncing around.Fresh black tea has filled the cup, and it won't be long before the first owl is due to deliver Gellert's note.He knew his lover too well—thinking of the intimate word "lover", he couldn't help but feel hot in his ears, and hurriedly pretended to drink tea to cover it up.Just then, an owl flew in, but instead of a note, it was a newspaper tied to its leg.

"We don't subscribe to the Daily Prophet." Aberforth had already put the sheep out on the hillside and was coming back for breakfast.The owl ignored Aberforth's nasty voice and turned to face Albus, raising his legs repeatedly.

"Maybe there's something wrong with the newspaper," Ariana yawned. "Have you got Nat, Albus?"

But there is no pouch for money in the owl's lap.After Albus took the newspaper, it flapped its wings and flew out of the stone house. "Maybe there's some big news..." said Albus, "ah—"

"Muggles inventing some crazy new stuff?" Aberforth snatched the newspaper and shook it away. "Crazy Muggles! I knew—"

He froze, holding the copy of the Daily Prophet as motionless as if it had been petrified.Arianna didn't know why, so she lowered her head and read the title of the front page, "..."The Ministry of Magic Suggests Wizards to Prevent the Influx of Biting Cabbage Early", very good, our family only grows Muggle cabbages. Then... oh!"

Below the front page, is an engagement announcement.

"He's more impatient." Albus raised his teacup, "After all, we've known each other for almost 120 years."

"May your married life be as good as your sense of humor!" Aberforth yelled. "Beforehand, I won't be attending your wedding! I'm afraid I won't be able to resist interrupting his superior pure-blood nose!"