【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The Saturday of the second week after school started was the day for Quidditch team selection, and Elvira got up early on this day.

There is always a bottle of magic potion on the dressing table, which is like an item that appears regularly where she lives.

The potion was drunk after washing and changing clothes. While staying in the bathroom, Elvira heard the 'lullaby' from the bottom of the lake more clearly, which may be said to be the exclusive 'morning bell' of Slytherins.

When everything was ready, she opened the bedroom door, and a figure walked to her door. The girl seemed stunned when she saw that the target of her trip happened to open the door.

"Senior Grindelwald, can I go with you to this Quidditch tryout?" Orillia walked to the man's door and whispered, but couldn't help but squeeze the edges of her sleeves.

If people are in a hurry, Orillia is a little afraid that her rash move will make the girl in front of her angry, but she doesn't want to sit alone in the audience, and Lilias doesn't want to get up so early.

Especially Quidditch tryouts, Lillias found them boring.

"Okay." The man just smiled at her and responded to her warmly. He didn't seem to be angry at her for interrupting. "It's time for us to set off. They are already waiting for us."

Avila closed the bedroom door and waited for Orillia's reaction.

"Now, now...how did Senior Grindelwald know we weren't waiting for them?" Orillia walked side by side with the man in the corridor of the dormitory, and her words became quieter towards the end. As she spoke, she couldn't bear it. Started staring at the other party.

The simply carpeted corridor is flat, so even if you are dazed for a while while walking, you don't have to worry about tripping or falling.

She didn't dare think about how embarrassing it would be if she really fell next to Senior Grindelwald.

There are not many students who get up early during this time, but they prefer to sit on the sofa in the lounge area to read, eat snacks or make a pot of scented tea.

Another presence in the corner of the rest area that "shouldn't" be there attracted Avella's attention - Candice Browett, the one who has been loved by "Cecilia" almost since she entered school. Bursted' took the lead in the ostracism.

She was a little curious about the reason why 'Candice Browett', as a mixed-blood, appeared among the pure-bloods, and also noticed that the girls ignored her.

"Good morning, Elvira." The girls who were having a small tea party in the rest area when they saw the visitor also put down their teacups or some books, and the daily newspaper was also happy to say hello to the person, "Leaving so early Yet?"

"Senior Christ, good morning." Avella smiled and said good morning to the girl, and responded to the person's inquiry in a low voice, "Yes, Senior Christ, my hair is braided very well today." pretty."

Bronya Krist pinched the teacup on the table, blushed slightly and lowered her head. It was precisely because of Avella's point out that the 'friends' around her started to 'awe' and 'praise'. Got her little thoughts.

"Senior Christ's hair accessories are so beautiful, especially the gemstone, which is as moving as Senior Christ's." Candice Browett was one of them, because of that person's words, "I didn't mean to mention it" But it can be regarded as changing her future situation in Slytherin.

"Thank you, Junior Browett, this is a gift from my brother." Bronya Krist seemed to be very happy that someone noticed her 'hair accessories'. After all, if it wasn't for her brother to give it to her How could she bother to braid this hairstyle as a gift?

A subtle, inconspicuous detail that no one cares about at first becomes like a thousand waves caused by a pebble falling into a lake.

Avella pursed her lips and smiled silently, just in time to meet the eyes of Candice, who had just been involved in the conversation of the pure-blood ladies, and as if it was an illusion, she continued to move towards the rest. Walk towards the corridor of the room.

Candice, who was talking to the girls next to her, had already looked away from the man, but in her heart she couldn't help but think about the man's seemingly unintentional actions.

Why did Miss Grindelwald suddenly help herself?

It seemed like an unintentional compliment but it cleverly paved the way for her to move forward. The man's light words were enough to overcome all her useless efforts.

Does her willingness to give her a hand also show that she can be her ally if she shows her due value?

It's still early and it's the weekend. Except for the future team members who are going to participate in the selection and the students who have prepared to watch the selection early, more students still prefer to stay in the rest area or dormitory.

Letoria and Rudolph played wizard chess on the wizard chess board in the lounge. Orion sat next to Letoria and gave him advice from time to time.

"You are going to be eaten by Rudolph again, there is no suspense." Orion shook his head as if he no longer wanted to look at that side of the chessboard. No matter how he taught him, Letoria could hardly struggle with Rudolph.

"I don't understand why he always eats my pieces, I've obviously been around him." Letoria sorted out the pieces on the chessboard with some boredom, "Can't anyone beat him? , look at his disgusting appearance!"

He doesn't understand.

He was obviously very careful, so why did Lestrange always find opportunities to block him, as if every step he took was in his plan.

"I remember Vivian taught you." Abraxas was sitting on the black leather sofa and reading the 'Daily Prophet' in his hand. The young man spoke calmly, his focus was still there. A copy of the Daily Prophet.

"He seems to have forgotten everything. He can never learn to guess the enemy's thoughts." Edgar has a book in his hand. He is sitting on the single sofa and talking to Abraxas from time to time. .

At this time, Letoria's face was not very pretty, after all, what his dear 'friends' said was not unreasonable.

They were waiting for Avella, and at this moment Letoria was looking forward to Avella coming back later. He did not want and did not dare to let that person know that he had forgotten what that person taught him.

Except for a few occasional discussions during the wizard chess game, the only sound left in the lounge was the sound of books being turned over and conversations.

Until the door from the lounge to the women's dormitory was opened. The sofa was some distance away from the door and the person's voice was not loud. If you didn't listen carefully, who would have realized that the person was the person you were waiting for.

It seemed that someone opened the stone door of the lounge. It was the lady from the MacMillan family. She seemed to have come with Avella.

Except for Orion, no one in the lounge seemed to care who left the lounge just now, including Edgar.

He knew that it was still the fiancée set by the family for him, but he didn't care about it. He believed that except at the family level, his relationship with McMillan was not close enough to chat.

Abraxas only vaguely heard the man's words and felt that the beating of his heart seemed to have missed another beat. The blond boy raised his head and met the man's eyes.

His relationship with Vivian has never been just this day, nor will it be just this day, but his heartbeat for her will always become stronger and stronger every time they meet.

Why? Didn't the book say, 'The longer you stay with her, the weaker your feelings will become?' But his love for Vivian never seemed to fade away.

The 'Daily Prophet' in his hand, which could have been regarded as entertainment, was a little obstructive at the moment. He stood up and walked in front of the man. The young man lowered his head and stared at the girl he had cared about for a long time.

"Is Vivian also looking forward to this day of selection?" Abraxas knew the answer deep in his heart, but he was never tired of it and asked her again in a low voice without giving up.

Is his Vivian looking forward to it for him, or for those 'friends'?

"Yes, Abu has been waiting for this day for a long time, hasn't he." The man smiled gently at him. He could always tell what he was thinking at a glance, "Me too."

Vivian could always tell what he was thinking at a glance, and Vivian also cared about him. All these things made him more and more dependent on her.

Until it's irreversible.

Perhaps there was no room for reversal from the beginning, but he was happy with it.