【GGAD ABO】Nirvana

He trekked hard in the snow field, facing the blizzard, with no direction and no end.

"Gellert—"

The wind blew his voice away, and he couldn't use any magic here.

"Gellert," Albus called out, "Gellert—"

He walked forward, one foot deep and one shallow.Here is Gellert's heart, his heart seems to be frozen, there is nothing but white snow and blizzard.

"Gellert—"

He sat in a small chair and opened his eyes.

It's very warm here, he thought, although he couldn't remember his name or his identity, this palace built with white snow made him extremely at ease.

"I should stay here forever," he said, with a sudden twitch in his heart that shook his resolve.He opened his palm and stared at the broken lighter.The lighter reminded him of some vague, red scene, whirling like a top.

"I can't remember, it's not a bad thing." He grabbed the lighter and closed his eyes again.

But soon, his chest hummed again, like snowflakes hitting glass.

"What is it?" He was thinking, and the lighter in his palm was slightly warm.He pressed it subconsciously, but there was no flame, only a slight, rattling movement. "It's a bad lighter." He considered whether to throw it away, and pressed it casually a few more times, when he heard a little sound, what seemed to be a name.

So he raised a trace of curiosity.In the palace of ice and snow, curiosity should disappear. "I'll just hear it again," he said to himself, "it's a name, a stupid name—"

He pressed the lighter hard, but there was still no flame.Heck, heck, listen carefully, there is no such name.

"It really is a broken lighter." He lowered his eyes in disappointment, "I should throw it away."

He pressed it for the last time. This time, there was still no flame or name, but the lighter spit out a small ball of light, emitting a warm shimmer.He stretched out his hand to grab the ball of light, the little thing circled around him nimbly a few times, and then disappeared.

"No fun," he said, tired and sleepy.He decided to sleep and wait until he woke up before deciding whether to stay in the palace forever.

The snow was getting thicker and thicker, and the wind was terrible.Albus's body was frozen stiff, but he didn't give up, he took a step forward and walked towards the endless eternal night.

"Gellert," he called, lips quivering, "Gellert—"

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and the heavy snow disappeared without a trace, only sporadic snowflakes shimmering.Albus stood puzzled in the snow, the Milky Way slanting down in the vault.He looked up at the stars.Before, the centaur in the Forbidden Forest had told him that the centaur tribe used astrology to predict the future, which was more accurate than a crystal ball.Albus looked at the bright stars, but couldn't find any clues.

"Gellert—" he tried his best, "Gellert—"

Gellert must be in this white world.He has to get him back and bring him back to the colorful present.He walked forward, walking, his steps were heavy like lead.After walking for an unknown amount of time, sweat drenched his back and condensed into ice again. He saw a palace appearing on the horizon.

White, ice and snow palace, crystal clear like glass.

Albus thought of the Muggle fairy tale that Gellert had complained about, and suddenly realized.

"I will never read this kind of story to my children in the future," said the man, pushing back the golden curls that fell on his shoulders. "It's cold, scary, and full of despair. The queen took... I don't like being alone, Albus, but I'm always alone, like the little boy in the story."

Albus ran in the direction of the palace, faster and faster even though the snow was blocking him.His Gellert was in the room of the Snow Palace where he had read the fairy tale, sitting alone in the middle of the mirrored lake.

Soon, the snow subsided like a tide.He ran quickly and arrived in front of the palace.What a huge palace this is!He rushed in, running down the dimly lit corridor until a heavy wooden door appeared at the end.

"Gellert!" Albus pushed open the door excitedly, but there was no mirrored lake in the room, it was a messy room with a few blood-red robes, bottles of potions and a lot of books scattered on the floor.He picked up the book closest to him in astonishment. The title of the book was Ancient Runes, and an all-too-familiar symbol was drawn in ink on the top of the cover.

"The Tales of Beedle the Bard?" Albus looked around. "This is—"

There was no doubt that this was Gellert's quarters in Durmstrang.But the Gellerts aren't here.Albus opened the door of the dormitory, and the corridor outside changed its appearance. Under the aurora, the corridor was as bright as day.He ran down the corridor to the second room.The door of this room looked very familiar. When he opened the door, he saw a low roof and a small wooden table full of notebooks.

This was Gellert's temporary room in Godric's Hollow, the attic of the Bathildas' house, which Albus had visited countless times.Here, Albus gave Gellert the sweetest kiss ever.He fondled the notes fondly, Gellert's words almost flying off the parchment.On the top sheet were a few incantations scrawled, scribbled and changed, as if considering the usage of a certain word.

"Used the wrong grid, why don't you keep trying?" Albus murmured with a smile, stroking some sharp-edged letters with his fingers.He thought of many past events that happened in this small attic: they chatted, quarreled, kissed, hugged... At the end of that summer, when Gellert left in a hurry, he left behind a letter and a few more a photograph.

"Even so, I still love you," said Albus, picking up the quill and correcting the wrong word.Gellert was not in the attic. He lingered for a while, finally pulled himself together, and headed to the next room.

The aurora faded, and the starlight shone in the corridor.Outside the window, a light blue moon hangs high at the highest point of the sky.Albus didn't have much strength left, he persisted, and at the same time he was a little curious, what's the next room?Will Gellert be waiting for him inside?

The door to this room is different from the previous two.The gate made of cast iron was stained and rusted, only a small window was left at the top, and the window was divided by a fence, so Albus could not see what was going on inside.

But he almost got it.

This is the cell at the highest point of Nurmengard Castle, where the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned for 53 years.