【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

"You shouldn't have such thoughts, Rawlis, you know..." The boy didn't say the rest of the words, and just clenched the wand in his hand.

He knew that his friend in front of him would understand what he meant.

"We are only eleven years old, but our family does not allow us to be only eleven years old." Rollis took a slight breath, and the little sweat on the boy's clean forehead wetted the hair on his forehead. , "We'll all be 'Letoria'."

The usually calm young man felt a sense of powerlessness come over him when he heard his friend's words.

"I have never envied Malfoy." The boy's lips twitched with a sneer. When he looked at his friend again, his eyes that had no trace of life were filled with desolation. "But why did Malfoy meet him?" Such a clean person, he is just like us, even more than I can get by."

The young man tried his best to suppress the trembling voice, and the bloodshot eyes gradually spread to the gloomy young man's eyes.

Rollis raised his hands to cover his eyes, and let out a few extremely suppressed "laughters" from his throat. He didn't know if he was crying or laughing.

"The individual always comes after the family, right?" Rudolf opened his lips and made a very small sound. The young man's voice was so soft that he could almost ignore it. "The meaning of our existence is just to prosper the family, to multiply the descendants of the family, and to let the family prosper. Future generations will repeat our lives.”

The black-haired boy put away the elm wand he was holding tightly in his hand.

They will all become the next 'Letoria', without exception, they cannot resist.

There is no ability to resist the family.

If Abraxas and the little girl really make it to that day, then the boy and the little girl are lucky.

Letoriya was said to be lucky to be married to a girl from the Shafiq family. The girl and Letoriya grew up together.

But what about them.

They were neither Grindelwald nor Malfoy, they had no choice.

The pure-blood boys in the lounge continued the meeting of pure-blood heirs.

Seeing the two absent teenagers, the pure-bloods' expressions were "as usual", and the teenager followed the leading boy to welcome the second and third Slytherin chiefs back to the meeting.

In the girls' dormitory, the little girl sat on the soft bed and hugged the books tightly in her arms.

The white curtains have not yet been closed. Looking up, you can still see the creatures swimming at the bottom of the lake. The sound of the waves is pushing up to the glass wall again and again to embrace them.

The little girl put down the book and retracted herself into the bed, then picked up the two-way mirror placed beside the pillow. She just stretched out her hand and touched the mirror surface lightly, and the two-way mirror lit up.

"Vivian." The deep voice of the man on the other side of the double-sided mirror reached Avella's ears. Just a gentle call aroused the little girl's emotions.

"Brother, is Vivian a bad boy?" The little girl sniffed and spoke in a muffled voice. She unconsciously tightened her arms around the double-sided mirror, "There are many things that Vivian obviously knows. Vivian can stop it."

But she couldn't stop it, she shouldn't do it.

If she really chooses to do this, her sister, that person, and Abu will all be in a dilemma.

If her brother were here, would he touch her head, hug her, and tell her the answer?

"How can my brother's little unicorn be a bad boy? The little unicorn is a treasure that my brother and sister have always guarded." Gellert put down the official document in his hand and put the double-sided mirror close to his chest. "Brother, don't ask. I don’t want to guess whether the little unicorn wants to tell the big brother what he wants to say, or whether the big brother tells the little unicorn a story.”

His little unicorn is Grindelwald's treasure.

If his Vivian was really wronged in Hogwarts, not even Al could stop him.

The little girl on the other side of the double-sided mirror was silent for a moment, but finally she let out a few sobs, "I want to hug my brother."

"Soon." The man said dumbly, raising his other hand to gently caress the double-sided mirror.

It was as if the little girl was still beside him, held in his arms and gently rubbing the top of her hair to comfort her.