【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

Avella didn't see Rollis until she left the library.

The teenagers have always avoided talking to Rollis, at least in front of her after Christmas.

After Christmas, the girl and the boy still stay together. To the outside world, they are the best "friends", even though everyone knows that the word "friend" is extremely ridiculous when used with Slytherin.

Since then, she has only been able to see Rollis a handful of times, as if the man was always looking for opportunities to avoid her.

It was like this on the return train, and it's like this this time as well.

‘If you can, please save “Selina”, only you can stop that “Gaunter”. ’

Roselle Travers and the words she said to her that morning echoed in her mind over and over again, especially the two names in it.

‘Rollis Gaunt’ and ‘Celina Rohr’.

The fearful and cautious look that the young lady of the Rohr family showed when she brought the little white cat in front of her, as well as the unspeakable reasons, and——

The ‘him’ that Miss Roll refers to in her words.

Could what Travers said really have anything to do with Rawlis?

All of these are connected together like a messy thread. When you think you are about to sort out one end, you find that the other end has been tied into a dead knot.

Avila, who was in a trance, did not realize that she was already quite far behind the teenagers, and failed to hear the teenagers calling her not far ahead.

She didn't notice a girl with dark brown hair and glasses running towards her in a hurry, holding books and papers that could almost cover her face.

That's a Ravenclaw.

Avella staggered a few steps after being hit by her. She should be thankful that she had a wall on her side, which prevented her from being knocked to the ground. But then there was a shock from her shoulders and back after heavy objects were hit. Pain.

"Vivian!" The young man's urgent call came. The young man walked in a hurry, and his usually meticulous blond hair became a little messy with the man's movements.

The other teenagers followed Abraxas and walked back to Elvira. The girl who was supported by the blond boy frowned and tightly covered her shoulders as if due to the pain caused by the impact just now.

"Yes... I'm sorry! I was so anxious! I'm really sorry!" The Ravenclaw girl, whose glasses had been thrown off, squatted down and hurriedly packed up the papers and books scattered on the floor. Her hands kept groping on the ground. I'm looking for my glasses.

The girl slightly broke away from the boy who was supporting her, pursed her lips and bent down to pick up the pair of glasses that had fallen next to her leather shoes. Avella put the pair of glasses in the hand of the Ravenclaw girl.

"Thank you! I'm really sorry!" The girl hurriedly put on her glasses and kept repeating her gratitude and apology, "You...you are little Miss Grindelwald, I recognize you! I am 'Myrtle· Warren', I..."

When she raised her head, the person standing in front of her was a girl wearing a Slytherin uniform who looked younger than herself. What caught her eye most was the blonde girl with almost white hair. Those blue-gray eyes.

The eyes were beautiful and gentle, almost exactly the same as the eyes of the deer she saw in the zoo.

"Vivian, I will take you to the campus hospital." Abraxas took Elvira away from the corridor that was only a short distance away from the stairs on the first floor. Before leaving, the blond boy asked the few teenagers who stayed there. He cast a peripheral vision.

Until Avila and Abraxas were getting further and further away, they could no longer hear clearly the conversation between the boy and the girl.

Rudolf turned his attention to the girl in front of him who had finally put the books and papers neatly in her arms and stood up. The corners of the black curly haired boy's lips were raised carelessly, but his smile was chilling.

It was a sneer, and there was disgust and revulsion in it.

"I remember that Warren doesn't seem to belong to the pure-blood category, right?" Rudolph's voice was a little abrupt, and it was clearly an extremely decisive statement, but he added a rhetorical tone.

The boy's voice was enough to make a young girl's heart flutter, but Myrtle felt that the boy's tone in front of her was spiked and poisonous, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She was too familiar with this aggressive tone before the storm was about to come, which made her hold the things in her arms tightly and couldn't help but take a few steps back, "I know you, I know you!"

"She said she knew about us, Rudolf." Orion took out his wand from his pocket, his voice laced with a sneer. "Walburga and Lucretia would go crazy if they knew I was actually standing in front of a mudblood. of."

"You can learn how your sisters treat these mudbloods." Letoria raised her hand to cover her nose, frowning tightly: "I can't stand the stench on her body anymore."

"A stream of clear water like a spring? But I don't think even a thousand streams of clear water like a spring can wash away the stench of her being a mudblood." It was Edgar who spoke. At this time, Edgar had already taken out the The square scarf in her shirt pocket tightly covered her mouth and nose. "After all, those are the ones that come with her body. Maybe she needs to drain the blood from her body like Farik said."

"You are so cruel, Mr. Nott." The boy with curly black hair chuckled briefly, playing with his elm wand in his hand until the end of the wand was 'unintentionally' pointed at the person in front of him. girl.

Since he's a mudblood, don't blame them.