【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

What the Malfoys discussed with Gellert was unknown except to Alice.

Since that visit, the correspondence between Elvira and Abraxas has become more frequent.

Especially after the floo network connection between Grindelwald Manor in Godric's Hollow and Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire.

Except for the banquets held at Malfoy Manor and the courses he needed to study, Abraxas almost became a frequent visitor to Godric's Hollow the rest of the time.

Elvira was unable to attend the banquet hosted by the Malfoy family due to her health, and the Malfoy family understood this.

"It is the wizard who hurts people, not the curse. This sentence comes from Parren Standing, the author of "The Seventeenth Wizarding Century". He believes that setting an innocent curse as a forbidden curse is just to protect the murderers. .”

"However, since the middle of the 17th century, that curse has been classified as a forbidden curse by the wizarding department." Abraxas put down the history of magic book in his hand and spoke warmly, his gray-blue eyes fixed on Ivy La's body asked, "Vivian, what do you think?"

Avila and Abraxas are currently reviewing the history of magic. They heard from Brother Al that these courses will be compulsory subjects and they will be exposed to them after she and Abu reach the age of eleven.

Well, Abu seems to be better than her in every aspect.

"As Mr. Pallen said, it is the wizard who hurts people, not the curse. Instead of making an innocent curse a forbidden curse, it is better to give wizards regulations to prohibit people from using that curse to harm the wizard. "Elvira raised her fingers and touched the white rose buds beside her. It had just rained, and there was still a little bit of water mist on the buds.

Ultorvia walked up behind Elvira and rubbed against her. Abraxas picked up some Volimu grass piled next to the wooden box and handed it to Ultorvia. After the unicorn ate the food, He flicked his tail and let the boy stroke him.

"It's like the manor owner has his own vassals, and the vassals also have their own vassals." Avella moved closer to the direction of Abraxas, "The vassals of the vassals will not be vassal to the manor owner. , equally, the manor owner will protect his own vassal, but he will never protect his vassal's vassal."

Layers of cover are indispensable in any century, but people often use their own excuses or something to cover themselves up.

In order to create an illusion for yourself to deceive everyone.

"A vassal will not vassal the owner of the manor. The magic depends on how the wizard uses it. This is the original intention of creating the magic." Abraxas tidied Avila's white skirt to prevent it from being contaminated on the flowers. "This is a necessary condition for survival and development."

Suddenly Abraxas felt a weight on his shoulder, and there was no answer beside him. Abraxas turned to look at the little girl and found that the little girl had fallen asleep on his shoulder at some point.

"Clay." Abraxas used his other hand to hold Elvira to prevent the little girl from falling off the bench while she was sleeping, and softly called the name of the house elf guarding him.

"Little Master, is there anything we need Clay to do?" After hearing the call of the master, the house elf appeared in front of Abraxas in the next moment. After noticing the sleeping little girl, the house elf's voice became silent. I feel a little smaller consciously.

"Send the book back to the hut and get a fleece blanket from the soft cushion inside." Although it is only July or August, Abraxas is still worried that the little girl will catch cold and get sick due to Elvira's health.

Ultorvia seemed to sense the situation of her master and consciously did not run over to act coquettishly. Instead, she turned around and walked into the depths of the white rose garden to enjoy herself.

Abraxas took the blanket from the house elf and carefully put it on the girl. Then he took a book and started reading it. There were ink and quills on the table next to the bench.

The little girl's breathing was fine and even, and her snow-white hair was extremely soft. While taking care of the little girl, the little boy looked through the books, and from time to time he would pick up a quill and write his own opinions on it.

And yes, he took the parchment and wrote a note to the girl who was already leaning on his shoulder.