Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

The saw-toothed and sharp weeds on the road, the branches stretching out from the side of the road, the raised stones and roots under the feet...

Gellert didn't have the patience to dodge the brush, let the leaves slap on his face and body, let himself trip over the sudden obstacle, and then get up and run forward stupidly.

Rather than saying that Gellert has no patience to avoid it, it is better to say that he has no time to take care of it.

All his thoughts were occupied by the figure of Al leaving ruthlessly.

The figure he was nostalgic for embraced others, the person he loved deeply left him.

"Auntie, Auntie..." Gellert stumbled into Bagshot's yard, calling Bathilda in a panic.

"What's the matter kid?" Bathilda heard the shouts outside the house and recognized Gellert's voice.

Gellert's always proud and self-sufficient appearance impressed her too deeply, so that when she walked out holding on to the door frame, she was shocked when she saw Gellert's panic-stricken appearance.

"What's the matter? Child, what happened?" Bathilda stepped forward with concern, "Don't be afraid, speak slowly and tell aunt what happened?"

Bathilda stretched out her hand to grab Gellert's shoulder, but before she touched it, Gellert dodged as if frightened, and his whole body began to tremble.

"It's over, aunt, it's all over."

"It's impossible, he won't forgive me..."

Gellert just repeated a few similar sentences over and over again.

Bathilda had never seen Gellert look so panic-stricken and desperate, and she couldn't help feeling worried: "Don't worry about the child, tell aunt what happened? Let's figure out a solution together."

"Aunt who can't help it, I did something wrong, I shouldn't...he will never forgive me..." Bathilda's consolation made Gellert even more frightened.

Gellert looked too embarrassed at the moment - his hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled in some leaves of grass, the wound on his face was still oozing blood, his hand that was clenching his wand so hard that his veins bulged and his fingertips were throbbing. Bai still didn't know anything.

The expression on his face was even more shocking--the eyes were flushed as if he was holding back tears, his brows were tightly furrowed and loosened, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Looking carefully, Gellert's usually confident and deep eyes are now filled with fragility, helplessness and fear, which unexpectedly caused Bathilda to feel palpitations for no reason.

Bathilda had never seen Gellert so helpless and vulnerable, even when he mentioned that he was fired by Durmstrang, he just smiled indifferently.

yes!As the heir of a famous pure-blood family in Germany, where did Gellert encounter fear and horror since he was a child?

Extraordinary knowledge, outstanding talent, superior family background, outstanding appearance and continuous inspiration have created the arrogant, arrogant and defiant Gellert Grindelwald.

In the eyes of other little wizards, being expelled from school was no less than a catastrophe, and to him it was just an insignificant matter.

The young and mature Gellert often makes Bathilda sigh—too mature, not as interesting as a young man, and it is only during this time that he and Albus get along frequently that he reveals some of the anxiety and longing of a young man.

But at this moment, Bathilda was surprised by his frail and helpless appearance, as if any disturbance could cause him to collapse, and he couldn't help feeling deeply worried.

What kind of thing could knock Gellert Grindelwald like this?

"Calm down, calm down Gellert." Gellert's whispers were so chaotic that Bathilda couldn't detect any clues from the few words Gellert uttered, so she could only keep screaming "Gellert", called "Child", let him calm down and speak slowly.

But at this moment, Gellert could not listen to Bathilda's consolation at all, and only immersed himself in his own pain.

"No, Al, Al will be separated from me...he won't be willing to be with me again..."

"I...I want to..."

"Yes! I'm leaving! I'm leaving here!"

"As long as I leave, Al won't be able to find me, and I won't be able to hear what he said about separation!"

Bathilda was just stunned for a moment, and Gellert seemed to have figured out something logically.

Before Bathilda tried hard to hear Gellert's muttering, his voice suddenly increased: "That's right! Auntie, I want to leave here! As long as I leave... as long as I leave, I won't ,Won't……"

Gellert made a trembling decision, then rushed into the room, ignoring Bathilda's outstretched hand.

Bathilda hurriedly followed, but Gellert's speed was too fast - as soon as she entered the house, Gellert's figure disappeared from the stairs, and when she went up the stairs, Gellert's room The door is closed.

Gellert's room heard continuous crashing and knocking sounds, and the tight sound made Bathilda hesitate for a while, wondering if she should step forward to disturb him.

After thinking for a long time, Bathilda still decided to knock on the door of Gellert's room, after all, his appearance just now was too worrying.

Before she reached out to knock on the door, the closed door was suddenly opened with a "bang".

Gellert wasn't much better off now than when he came back from the run, the only difference being that he was now carrying a finely crafted leather suitcase.

Bathilda recognized it at a glance. Two months ago, Gellert suddenly appeared in front of her with such a suitcase, well-dressed.

"Gellert, are you going to..."

doing what?

Gellert interrupted Bathilda's question before she could fully express it.

"Auntie, thank you for your care these days. I think it's time for me to leave."

As he said that, before Bathilda asked to stay, Gellert muttered to himself: "As long as Al can't find me, he can't say goodbye to me."

Then, Gellert squeezed a disc-shaped object in his hand, and Bathilda recognized it immediately.

When she made the Portkey, she made one for Gellert by the way. The starting point was Godric's Hollow, and the destination was somewhere in Central Europe—a destination chosen by Gellert.

Before Bathilda had time to stop Gellert's movement, the Portkey in his hand took effect.

Then, she watched Gellert disappear before her eyes.

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It's a pleasure to escape for a while, chasing his wife to the crematorium.

GG is too early to leave, but if he waits a little longer... (Tactical retreat)