【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The first lesson in the afternoon was a flying lesson with Gryffindor.

The professor is Maple Uri, a female professor with neat short hair.

That flying lesson went extremely smoothly, so smoothly that even Avella's broomstick jumped into her hand obediently.

"Why don't you go fly for a while?" Rudolph walked towards Abraxas and Elvira with a broomstick in one hand. "The Hogwarts broomsticks are too old. It took me a long time to find two good ones."

Broomsticks like this should have been eliminated long ago, and the Sideswipe series should have been eliminated from the broomstick market long ago.

"This sport is too exciting for Vivian." There was disapproval in Abraxas's gray-blue eyes.

Elvira's physical condition is not good. Not only is she susceptible to wind during this exciting exercise, but it can also easily induce a recurrence of the disease.

"It's a pity, I also left the best broom for Avella." The black-haired boy said with regret in his tone, but he still had that smiling look on his face.

"I'll just sit in the shade and read for a while." The little girl picked up the transfiguration book in her hand and smiled gently at the young boys in front of her, "I'll keep an eye on you."

Regarding Elvira's condition, Albus wrote a medical certificate for the little girl. Alice and Tom also submitted reports on the cause of Elvira's illness to the deans of the four major colleges and the flying professor.

Regarding the flying class, because Avella’s physical condition allows her to move freely, although the score in the final flying class is not high, it will be on the passing line.

Abraxas responded lightly, stepped forward and rubbed the top of the little girl's hair and said a few words before taking the broomstick handed over by Rudolf.

Children born into wizarding families are already exposed to flying broomsticks at a very early age, and these children are undoubtedly the best at flying in their first lessons.

There was a student in Gryffindor House who couldn't help but tremble when he first stepped on the broom. He lost his balance and fell off the broom, and then climbed on the broom again and again.

Professor Maple Urie was tutoring the student beside him. It didn't take long before he stumbled but was able to force himself to fly a few laps.

Avila herself sat under a big tree and looked through the books in her hands. Her knuckles slid lightly on the pages of the book, but her eyes were fixed on the students riding broomsticks in the sky.

Envy began to sprout, and the elder wand placed by the little girl beside her robe began to heat up, as if sensing the owner's emotions, and was flashing a faint light.

The little girl forced herself to turn her attention back to the book in her hand. The page in the book in her hand recorded the content about the 'Animagus'.

The book states that a single mandrake leaf must be held continuously in the mouth for a full month (from full moon to full moon).

At no time should the leaves be swallowed or taken out of the mouth, if the leaves leave the mouth the whole process must start all over again.

Remove the leaves during the full moon, fill a crystal vial with saliva, and soak the leaves in it, allowing it to receive the pure moonlight.

It may be too early for her to practice Animagus in the first grade, but she is too eager to be treated normally and to truly see the scenery that she cannot touch.

The little girl closed the book in her hand, picked up the wand and stood up. She lowered her head and patted the grass leaves on her body. When she looked up again, she saw the group of young boys in front of her.

"Are you finished?" The little girl hugged the books in her arms tightly and ran towards the visitor, "Where is Letoria?"

"There's something wrong with Letoria." The little boy responded, raising his hand to smooth the little girl's milky-blond curly hair that was blown by the wind, and asked softly: "Has Vivian always stayed here."

"The location here is very good. I don't have to bask in the sun, but I can still see you." The little girl adjusted her posture holding the book, and then looked up at the flying class venue where the number of people was gradually sparse: "It seems that the class has ended."

"Didn't Elvira notice that get out of class is over?" Orion put the wand in his hand into the inner pocket of his robe, "That's right, you can't hear the professor's voice from here."

The roar came from the direction of Letoria.

Letoria seemed to have an argument with several Gryffindors. One of the Gryffindor girls was carried away by her companions, and another of them yelled at Letoria, "You vicious Slytherin, what we all saw was that you bumped into Sanri on purpose!"

"If I can, I will knock you down, idiot." Letoria sneered and said, "A bunch of idiots, are your eyes just decorations? That mud... bitch couldn't control the broom and still hit me. Am I going to stay there and let that stupid bitch turn around?"

Letoria noticed the little girl next to Abraxas and subconsciously changed the title to a less 'insulting' one.

"What are you talking about! Let me go! I want this bastard to eat my fist!" After being stopped by several other people, the Gryffindor boy was struggling hard, his chest rising and falling violently, "Sanri doesn't have to at all. Fall down! You were right next to her just now!"

"But why should I save her?" The young man tilted his head slightly and sneered, his dark blond hair falling to his eyes following the young man's movements: "There is no substantial benefit, just for an insubstantial thank you? "

The Gryffindor boy looked at Letoria angrily. If he had not been stopped at this moment, his fist must have been thrown at Letoria.

"I think some people must forget their brains when they grow up." Rudolph and Orion walked to Letoria one after another, and the black curly haired boy raised his hand and put it on Letoria's shoulder, "That Muggle seems to have fallen It’s quite serious, aren’t you afraid that your friend will die?”

"Mr. Greengrass can't even deal with a few Gryffindors." Rollis said with a hint of sarcasm on his face, "Never say that we ever knew each other."