【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The door to the auditorium was finally opened, and the noise in the auditorium gradually subsided as the door was opened.

The Head of Gryffindor House, Albus Dumbledore, was holding a piece of parchment in his hand. Behind him were two rows of freshmen who walked into the auditorium after him.

What follows is the same as the sorting ceremony again and again in the past.

Albus stood next to the high stool, holding the parchment and calling the names of the students in order, putting on them the sorting hat that decided their destination, watching them go to the college of their choice, and then continued to call the next one. name.

"Alison Burnt." The previous student was sorted into Gryffindor. Albus looked down at the parchment and continued to call the last name in the order of surnames.

It was a girl with some light freckles on her face and slightly disheveled brown hair. She had a shy smile on her face when she walked up from below.

Albus put the sorting hat on her head and waited quietly for her sorting result.

"Hufflepuff...Hufflepuff..." Albus, who was standing next to the high stool, could still hear the girl Zhongzheng repeating the name of her favorite house in a low voice. Albus could tell that she was still Somewhat nervous.

There were still some whispers in the auditorium, and those voices were nothing more than discussing which college the freshman sitting on the high stool would be assigned to, or making a bet on it.

"I bet she'll go to Gryffindor and have a glass of pumpkin juice." Someone at the Ravenclaw table made the bet, a third-year boy.

"She is obviously suitable for Hufflepuff." He was answered by a girl who also came from Ravenclaw House. Her thick and fluffy curly hair was casually spread behind her. "Two cups, plus a portion of chicken." group."

Later, the girl won the bet.

The boy who took the lead in making the bet was not angry. He pushed the cup of pumpkin juice to the girl according to the fishing content, and then raised his head and looked at the girl who made the bet with him with a smile.

In fact, the girl's attention is not on him now, but at least it was on him for a moment, such as just now.

Many bets like this were made in the auditorium. Those who guessed correctly were elated, and those who guessed wrong were not upset or depressed. When the next freshman walked back to the bar stool, they regained their composure and continued the next bet.

Compared to the bustling Slytherin House with long tables in the other three houses, it is a bit more "deserted".

It's not that it's completely quiet, it's just that they are more willing to socialize at the tea table than to watch this boring sorting, and they are more willing to talk about some topics that interest them.

They would only raise their heads when they heard the occasional familiar pure-blood surnames. The freshmen bearing these bloodlines were all sorted into Slytherin without exception.

Most of them had completely unfamiliar surnames. These surnames did not attract their attention. They just applauded in a manner that maintained the etiquette of the academy when they heard the results of the sorting.

The applause will be warmer when the pure-bloods arrive. They sincerely welcome their allies. At these times, some prominent figures in Slytherin will often take the lead in applauding.

On the contrary, it will be a bit colder, but it will not look too ugly with a few prefects, but it can also be seen from this that Slytherin has already shown their attitude towards the new students from the very beginning.

‘Candice Browett’ is such a being, she belongs to the latter.

As a mixed-blood, she found herself in an extremely awkward situation. She didn't look like a pure-blood or a Muggle-blood.

The pure-bloods knew each other almost before they entered school. With her awkward status and mediocre abilities, she was not included in the social circle of the pure-bloods at the beginning.

Muggle blood was not willing to accept her, and those Muggle blood were more willing to get along with those who were like themselves.

After going back and forth, she also fell into a rather embarrassing situation.

Although some pure-bloods would not be as unabashedly malicious when facing her as they were when facing Muggle blood, they were not too good either.

It didn't take long for her predecessor, 'Cecilia Burst', to be sorted into Slytherin.

Just now, she heard Bosted and the companions she just met announcing that her brother was there.

Bosted's attitude towards her could almost be called bad. She knew that most pure-blooded beings like 'Bosted' didn't look down on a 'mixed-blood' with an awkward status like her.

This was a clear difference after she was sorted into Slytherin.

The applause that greeted 'Cecilia Bursted' at the Slytherin table before her could almost be described as 'enthusiastic', but when it was her turn, there were only a few people left.

Looking up, she could only see a few senior students maintaining the order of applause, but she knew that this might not be sincere.

She guessed that those senior students might be Slytherin prefects, and the reason for doing this was just to not make the scene too ugly.

Candice looked at the food on the table but couldn't bring up any appetite. Bosted, who had dismissed her before and had a bad attitude, started chatting enthusiastically on the long table.

She hated the sound of her voice, and was disgusted by the duplicity of Burst's appearance, trying to curry favor with other pure-bloods in the name of 'friendship'.

The sorting ceremony is still going on, and no one will care about the previous episode except those who have experienced it personally.

Among them was 'Cecilia Bursted', who was sitting next to her and surrounded by purebloods like her, thanks to her family and her brother who entered Slytherin a few years before her. .

These factors made her social success smooth.

Cecilia took a small sip of milk to relieve some of the dryness in her throat. She put the cup down and scanned the Slytherins in front of her on the left.

The ordinary purebloods around her are not her targets, those are.

Her eyes were fixed on the light-blond girl sitting not far to her left, sitting next to Malfoy, who was smiling slightly in response to the blond girls who took the initiative to talk. Not only Malfoy, but also the people sitting next to her. Very enthusiastic about her.

Her brother told her that Miss Grindelwald not only had a close relationship with Malfoy, but also the family heirs who often stayed with Malfoy also cared about her.

The relationship between Grindelwald and Riddle, who are the male and female prefects of Slytherin, and Miss Grindelwald is also extraordinary.

Miss Grindelwald in Hogwarts also has a very wide network of contacts, so it would be no harm to her if she could make friends with such a person.

But she thought about it for a while and still couldn't figure out how to say hello to Miss Grindelwald, but there would always be a chance in the future.

"Did any of the freshmen catch Vivian's attention?" Abraxas put down his knife and fork and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. The blond boy turned sideways and looked at Avila beside him.

From now on, Vivian has always turned her attention to the freshmen from time to time. Is there anything there that deserves Vivian's attention?

"I saw a very interesting 'child'." The girl pursed her lips and looked at him with a smile, then lowered her head and continued to use the fork and knife in her hands to handle the food on the plate, "Do you need me to point it out to Abu? .”

"I think Vivian should pay more attention to the food in front of her instead of being distracted during the meal." The blond boy reached out and pinched the cheek of the girl next to him, his tone was quite helpless.

Vivian clearly knew what he wanted to express but still pretended to be vague.

I really want to 'teach' her a lesson and let her know that some jokes cannot be made casually on a 'Malfoy'.

To him, to be precise.

"I also want to know who it is, Elvira." Letoria swallowed the food in her mouth and brought the topic to Edgar as if she noticed something, "You and the lady from the MacMillan family how's it going."

"Are you curious? Have you coaxed Miss Shafik?" Edgar paused his movements. He raised his head and glanced at 'Selena Shafik' casually, and then turned to He said, "You are so kind-hearted, Letoria, for you to 'care' about your companions before your own affairs have been settled."

There were not many freshmen left waiting to be sorted. The last name on the parchment was read out, and the last girl was sorted into Gryffindor.

‘Lilias Shacklebolt’ and ‘Aurelia MacMillan’ were sorted into Slytherin one after another. Almost as soon as they sat down, someone started chatting with them.

Then came the instructions from the principal, Armando Dippet, which were all the same. They were just talking about the dangers of the Forbidden Forest and what students should pay attention to.

After the sorting ceremony, the prefects of their respective colleges will organize the freshmen of their colleges to familiarize themselves with the journey to the lounge. During the journey, they will be introduced to the logo of the college and about the ghosts of the college.

The students who had returned to the lounge first went to the duel platform built under the black lake through the door in the corner that would only be opened on this day.

The password above will only be reactivated on the day when the chief battle is ongoing.

"Will Elvira also participate this time?" Orion frowned as he looked at the girl who walked onto the duel stage with Abraxas. He spoke in a low voice to Letoria beside him, "Her body won't be able to handle it."

Orion was a little worried. He thought Abraxas or even Senior Grindelwald would stop her.

He knew that Avila's strength was superior to theirs, and Avila's absence from the chief battle in previous years was also due to physical reasons.

Although it is said that the goal is to reach the end, it is unavoidable to get injured in this situation.

"I think it's Rawlis you should be worried about." Rudolf, who had finished several matches, walked down from the duel stage. The young man took a deep breath and raised his head with a faint smile on his lips. "I lost."

Rudolph turned his head and looked at the figure of the girl on the duel stage with a hint of relief in his eyes.

She defeated him, relying on her own strength.

Although he was defeated by Avila, this competition was still very enjoyable, and he was convinced by her.

If Avella had not been in a coma because of that incident in previous years, maybe the title of the third seat he had held for more than a year would have been given up from then on.

Elvira's competition on the duel stage lasted for a while but still could not determine the winner. In the new round of competition, she faced the third person in the former chief battle - 'Rollis Gunter' .

Before the competition started, they saw the girl and "Gaunt" saying goodbye to each other, and heard "Gaunt" worriedly asking about "Little Grindelwald"'s current situation.

It seemed that the two were close companions, which was indeed the case, but even when companions met in the duel field, they showed no mercy.

From the initial probing to the increasingly fierce attacks, neither Gaunt nor Little Grindelwald ever thought of leaving any chance for the other party to breathe.

'Little Grindelwald''s expression was cold and no longer as gentle as before. She moved with ease and used spells to defend against the attacks of the opponent in front of her.

'Gunt' would laugh dumbly from time to time, and the spells emitted by the wand in his hand became more and more violent.

‘Gaunt’ and ‘Little Grindelwald’…are they really companions?

Abraxas, who came down from the competition stage at the other end, was fascinated by the figure of the girl on the competition stage.

Vivian's grace on the duel stage is so charming. Once she thinks that her opponent will be her blond boy in the final competition, a strong and strange emotion rises in her heart.

Abraxas thought he had to call this intense, strange emotion 'excitement'.

He couldn't bear to look away from that person. He was completely addicted to every competition she had.

"Elvira, you are really powerful." Rawlis took advantage of the moment of pause to pant slightly. They saw the boy standing not far in front of 'Little Grindelwald' grinning silently. Asking, "Are you angry because I 'controlled' her?"

'Gaunt' seemed to be whispering something, and those words could only be heard by him and the 'little Grindelwald' in front of him.

He took the initiative to mention the most unmentionable thing between him and her to Avella in front of him.

"Can you tell me where you and Miss Rohr went during the school dinner?" Avella clenched the wand in her hand and almost never uttered any spells in her mouth. As she waved the wand neatly and cleanly, the spells began to flow from The end of the 'elder wand' burst out.

Avila's breathing became slightly heavier, but it was not as obvious as Rawlis's. It was more like something that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time was suddenly released.

"I'll tell you as long as you win, Elvira, you can beat me." His thick and creepy laughter sounded, and the magic spell released in his hand became more and more careless.

Some of the spells passed her and hit the stone pillar standing behind her in the water under the competition platform, just missing her, thanks to her speed of dodging sideways.

The stone pillars struck by the spell began to break, and the hearts of the Slytherins watching this competition began to beat violently, and they began to cheer excitedly.

"Elvira! What the hell is he going to do!" Rudolph cursed in a low voice and took out his wand and was about to walk towards the competition stage, but his hand holding the wand was tightly held by Edgar beside him, "You guys Do you have to watch helplessly?"

He was questioning Abraxas and Edgar in front of him. Edgar just took out his wand but did not speak.

"This is her duel, Rudolf." At that time, Abraxas did not mind Rudolf's offense at this time. The blond boy just shook his head slowly, and then continued to focus on the competition platform.

Rudolph looked at Abraxas's blue-grey eyes that were similar to the girl's and felt an extremely cold chill that was bone-chilling.

He calmed down and saw what the Malfoy in front of him wanted to do.

How could Abraxas, who cared so much about Elvira, really choose to stand idly by? Abraxas chose to stop him just because he couldn't stop this "Elvira Grindelwald" challenge to the "Chief Battle" duel.

Because it was her duel, he would not and could not stop anything until the duel was over.

Rollis suddenly became nervous. He was worried that those spells would really hit her, but she quickly dodged them.

He could barely suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Elvira, you really surprised me."

She approached him and cast a fierce spell with the wand in her hand. A spell passed through the robe on his shoulder and hit the middle stone wall. The ray of light was only an inch away from him.

She was fighting back, repaying the time when he almost killed her, but unlike his attack that time, he knew that she was merciful.

If she had murderous intentions at such a precise distance, he wouldn't be able to avoid her.

But unfortunately, she still showed mercy to him. He felt regretful and lost. A feeling called irritability gradually rose, and his attack on her became more and more intense.

Why did she let him go, why didn't she choose to take this opportunity to kill him by mistake.

Are you afraid?

No, that's not right, after such a long time she has completely adapted to it.

"Rollis, it's time for you to rest." The girl frowned slightly, as if she was not willing to go around in circles with him anymore. As she waved her wand with her wrist, she spoke spells and faced him directly, and the man who was approaching stepped back. .

But the 'target' of those spells didn't seem to be him.

Two of them were in front of him and at his feet, and the last one fell into the water tank surrounding the competition platform behind him.

She noticed something strange about him, and she was trying to wake him up.

Not just her, but also several people who often get along with that person and are called 'companions'.

They could hardly name every spell she cast, but what made them even more stunned was that the person was now so skillful in using the 'silent spell'.

They saw 'Gaunt' being pressed step by step by the spell cast by the man. He was just a little bit away from falling off the duel platform, but she stopped what she was doing.

"I don't have much patience, Rawlis." When he finally reacted, his hand was empty, and Rawlis's wand was already in Avella's hand, "Remember the answer you promised."

She stood in front of him, her expression as cold as if she was facing a stranger.

Rollis had never seen her like this.

In this competition, he lost.

‘Elvira Grindelwald’ won the competition to challenge ‘Rollis Gaunt’, who had been second in the chief battle in previous years.

Her challenge was successful, and she won the second seat in this year's Slytherin sophomore chief battle.

As long as she can defeat previous years' Chief 'Abraxas Malfoy' in the next competition, she can win this year's Chief Crown.

The male prefect in charge of judging the competition announced the result, but the two protagonists on the competition stage still did not move.

Avella stood there with the other person's wand in one hand and her own wand in the other hand, waiting for Rawlis' answer.