【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

But not everyone is like her, not everyone will try to understand Walburga like she does.

"Miss MacMillan and Miss Shakur will also enroll this year, right?" Lucretia swallowed those inappropriate words, and she brought the topic to the two girls who had just sat down next to Avella.

"Yes, Miss Black, I believe that Slytherin House will definitely welcome us." Lilias replied with a smile. She took the topic thrown by the other party, "Miss Black can tell us about Hogwarts." Isn’t it something we are not too familiar with there?”

Lucretia, Walburga and Lilias were chatting about Hogwarts.

Talking about what kind of 'friends' they should make at Hogwarts, and what kind of people they should stay away from.

Talking about how to teach those who disgust them.

Walburga also mentioned a few words about how she used her family spells to torture non-wizards, what the Black sisters called "Mudbloods."

"You let her go in the end, that's a pity." Several girls were having a heated 'discussion', and 'Lilias Shacklebolt', who heard this for the first time, even agreed with the Black sisters' approach.

She felt sorry.

Some of the girls have become accustomed to it, Avella is like this.

Some people just feel queasy when they hear it, and Orillia does.

"Walburga, Lucretia, Miss Shakur, let's talk slowly. Miss MacMillan and I will leave for a while and go for a walk together. We will come back later." Avella calmly put the tea cup in her hand on the table, and the girl whispered to Looking at Orillia who was in disbelief next to her, she said, "Miss MacMillan, let's go."

She picked up the napkin placed on the table and gently wiped the tea stains on the corners of her lips. After putting the napkin down, she stood up and took a step to the side. She pushed her seat forward slightly.

The other person still stayed in his seat and showed no movement. It was clearly the weather between July and August, but Orillia felt that her body felt the aura of coldness.

"Elvira, remember to come back early, and remember to summon the house elf if anything happens." Among the girls, Walburga was the first to react, her eyes lingering on Orillia for a moment.

This Miss MacMillan and Avella have some similarities in common, not just their names, but there are too many differences between her and Avella.

Walburga just warned Elvira but did not ask the reason. She knew that Avella suddenly had this idea because she wanted to help Miss MacMillan.

But it was obvious that Miss MacMillan hadn't reacted yet, and that lady was a little slow.

If she hadn't been smarter and waited until the end of the summer vacation to actually step into Hogwarts and follow her family's responsibilities and wishes to enter "Slytherin", no one would be willing to laugh at such a stupid "ally".

Being kind and just is not enough in Slytherin.

If she can't learn to be like Elvira, even if she is a Macmillan, she will be ostracized by the entire Slytherin family, up to the ascendant family.

It seemed that she suddenly remembered why she admired Avila so much. It was because of that person's intelligence and his ability to assess the situation.

Even if that person doesn't agree with Slytherin's approach, she won't oppose Slytherin as a whole. Even if she doesn't agree, she won't forcefully demand that others be the same as her.

This is what makes her smart. She is such a gentle person no matter who she treats. She seems to be the least tempered one, but if there is a real competition, no one can beat her when they really face off against her.

When a person is strong yet gentle, people will call her actions and attitudes gentle.

Otherwise, it can only be called cowardice.

In the past, they might have said that 'Little Grindelwald' was just wearing a Slytherin shell, but he did not belong to Slytherin, but no one would say that now.

That man is now a Slytherin, not becoming or belonging to.

Avila turned around and left, slowing down her steps and waiting for Orillia who didn't know how to react.

Finally Orillia left her seat and trotted to follow Avella's footsteps. The Black sisters watched all this with cold eyes. It was Lilias who reminded her.

The Black sisters knew that with Avella's character, they would not blame Miss McMillan who forgot to react due to disapproval and fear, but as for whether it would leave some bad impression in Avella's heart...

They can't guarantee that this is Miss Macmillan's own business.

"I'm a little scared." Orillia lowered her head and followed Avella. Perhaps because she was too nervous, or because of other reasons, her fingers unconsciously clenched a corner of her clothes, " My brother rarely talks to me about what the Black ladies talk about...pure blood for those who don't have magic."

Orillia shook her head to get rid of the messy thoughts, but it didn't help.

What Sister Black mentioned to Lilias just now seemed to have turned into reality, attacking her like a violent storm, without giving her the slightest chance to react.

"It's not a good habit to confide one's thoughts to a stranger at will, Miss MacMillan." She must have walked to a denser and quieter garden, Avila stopped and turned around to look at the man who looked calmly. Not a very good girl.

"You don't have to care about what other people will say, you don't have to be like them, and you don't have to be afraid." She still just stood there calmly looking into the distance, letting a bird land on her shoulder, and then flew far away On the tree trunk, "Sometimes I really want to be a bird. I can be free and don't have to worry too much."

Her low murmur was blown away by the wind, as usual.

"I'm afraid that one day they will put their hands on me, Miss Grindelwald, I..." Orillia mustered up the courage to speak out all the words that were suppressing her and almost made her breathless. "Is it true that everyone Everyone should be like this, throwing the most vicious curses at those who are the most disgusted."

"There are always more appropriate ways to deal with these people, right? These methods must be used." She approached the gentle girl in front of her and bit her lower lip, "The conflict between wizards and Muggles should have been resolved long ago. No matter how long it takes, there will still be many people struggling with this thing that only exists in history.”

There's always a way, right?

It is not necessary to use these unacceptable methods to maintain grievances that have nothing to do with them.

"But do you have the ability to change this, Miss MacMillan?" Avila didn't react much to her rebellious behavior to the wizards. She was still just gently fiddling with the flowers in front of her, or looking at her indifferently. Looking at her, "Some contradictions cannot be eliminated. They will continue like civilization."

"Why did the Muggle race choose to expel wizards in the first place? It was simply because the latter possessed abilities that the former could not possess. At this time, the former would be afraid and would desperately expel and eliminate those 'others'."

"This hatred is buried deep in the hearts of wizards like seeds, preaching and teaching their descendants. They remind their descendants not to forget their hatred and their past humiliation." She said, "What's more, Extremists spend their entire lives hating their so-called enemies, and they take pleasure in torturing their enemies, and this hatred continues until they die and until their descendants grow up.”

"Whether you are a wizard or a Muggle, when it comes to such issues, you will inevitably think of expelling dissidents. This is human nature."

"Most of the non-magical races will try their best to expel the aliens around them, such as executing their own kind who can use magic." These were the original words that Abu once taught her, and now she appropriates them to teach her. Another being who was at a loss about this matter said, "This is like a ring, it keeps looping."

Just like she used to be.

In the past, she was like a blank sheet of paper regarding the conflicts between wizards and Muggles, and the conflicts between colleges.

When it becomes clear, which angle should she stand in to stop it, and who should she stop? This is a difficult problem.

Some people think that this hatred cannot be eliminated, and it is unknown whether what happened to their predecessors will happen to them.

That thing was like a sharp knife hanging over their heads, and it would suddenly fall off at some point.

It's just because the predecessors were too 'kind' and thought that those people would accept their differences and accept things they didn't know and had no experience with.

But what awaits their predecessors is death, so they will never follow in their footsteps.

Some people think that this hatred should be forgotten. After all, it is just something that happened in history.

In the final analysis, these things have nothing to do with them. After all, they are just things experienced by their predecessors, so what do they have to do with their descendants?

Hatred should not be continued, not to mention that just because the predecessors experienced such pain and torture, it does not mean that they will do the same.

There are always people struggling with whether they should face these things from the perspective of so-called justice.

Still standing in the position of being criticized verbally and written by everyone, and everyone is opposed to it.

But there are always a small number of people like her who choose to stand in a place that is not affected and 'watch with cold eyes' those people's 'fights' and disputes.

Until the end with a bloody head.

Some people were covered in bruises, while others sat and watched.

"But...but..." Orillia wanted to object to the girl in front of her, but no matter how much she thought and struggled, she couldn't find any reason to refute her.

This statement from a point of view that sounds so cold is actually the truth that has been bothering her.

It was much more 'bloody' than what the Black sisters said, but the man still answered her calmly.

It's like, it's like I'm used to it.

Everything about her seemed so pale and powerless in front of that person's views and opinions.

If you become Miss Grindelwald, or be like Miss Grindelwald...

"Was... was it the same for you, Miss Grindelwald?" Orella took a step forward and approached Avella in front of her, "You..."

She always felt that these words should not have been spoken by Miss Grindelwald.

It could be said by Malfoy, it could be said by Lestrange or Nott, it could be said by the Black sisters or Greengrass.

But it shouldn't be Miss Grindelwald, it's too inconsistent.

She could not accept that these words were spoken by her.

"Yeah." The man only responded softly, but Orillia couldn't react for a long time. The defense lines she had worked hard to build collapsed under the man's response, "It's quite hard to accept. Isn’t it?”

But when you carry a certain surname or certain expectations, you can't just become 'yourself'.

That would be too selfish.

She was too calm. The man used the most calm and indifferent words to describe the painful, unbearable and powerless things he had witnessed.

Those very long things were reduced to two short sentences, and then disappeared like the wind.

The weather in July and August was sultry, but the wind in the garden where she was and she was was slightly cool.

In front of you is a lake, with a few swans playing on the lake. The cobblestone path leading to Amber is surrounded by flowers and plants, and finally connects to a swing bench.

Just like you would see in an estate.

"Let's go and check out other places." Avella didn't stay there too long. She opened another wooden door and went to another place.

Through the path behind the wooden door, you can go to another wider lawn, where there are several teenagers in front.

They were sitting at a long table and talking. The long table was blocked by tall trees, and under the trees was a white pavilion that could cover the long table.

There were some tea drinks and fruit plates on the dining table, and naturally there were some desserts, but the desserts were almost untouched, and the broom was placed aside.

"With such a blazing sun, this is not a place where ladies should come." Apparently the teenagers also noticed them, and one of them took two umbrellas and trotted towards them.

The person who came here was wearing a simple yet elegant narrow-sleeved shirt, paired with slender dark trousers and leather shoes, which made the person's slender figure even better.

It's Abraxas.

"Then can you please take care of the 'gentlemen' and let us go and take shelter from the sun?" Avila paused and waited for him to come over. When there were only a few steps left, she suddenly walked towards Abraxas again, and from there The man took another long umbrella that had not yet been opened and said, "Miss MacMillan."

The girl handed another long umbrella to Orillia behind her.

"Thank you, thank you." Orillia nodded blankly, opened the long umbrella, held the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands, and followed Avila and Abraxas.

She lowered her head and tried to focus on the lawn in front of her, but she still couldn't help but focus on the boy and girl in front of her.

"Of course, my dear Miss Vivian." Abraxas held the handle of the long black umbrella in his hand, and tapped the forehead of Avila who had just walked under the umbrella with his other hand, "Let's go , I’ll settle the accounts with you later.”

Then...she didn't listen to what Miss Grindelwald and Mr. Malfoy said next.

He treats Miss Grindelwald really differently.

Only by Miss Grindelwald's side could she see a completely different Abraxas Malfoy.

Only then can we hear that that person would use such a helpless but doting tone to talk to the people he cares about.