【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The snow began to lighten, and some students built snowmen in the courtyard and had snowball fights. They chased and laughed in the courtyard.

Their happiness seems to be exaggerated to everyone who sees it.

If those people didn't see them hitting the same person with a snowball, and didn't see the pain on that person's face.

They didn't even see that person huddled on the snow after falling, or they swarmed up and kicked the person hard.

"Are they playing any games? It looks interesting." The teenagers were 'appreciating' the farce, and even started to comment on the protagonists of the farce: "I think a better choice is an abandoned classroom. , or an abandoned greenhouse—"

"I thought your head was not full of splendens." Edgar lowered his head slightly and stroked away the snowflakes that fell on his robe. The young man frowned slightly as he thought of something, "But I agree with what you said."

No matter for whatever reason, they were thankful that Alice, the female prefect, appeared to pick up Avila.

Almost as soon as they picked up Elvira from Professor Foley's office, their female prefect Alice Grindelwald appeared and took her away.

Not surprisingly, they and Avella should be able to meet in the auditorium.

"It's really interesting, isn't it." The corners of the black curly haired boy's lips were taunting, and he was playing with his wand in his hand. "In this game, he had no power to fight back, so he became the one waiting to be slaughtered. 's lamb.”

Rudolph turned the wand in his hand and pointed it at the victim surrounded by the crowd.

"Weak people are not qualified to resist. If you don't resist, you will become weak." Abraxas raised his eyes slightly and looked at the snow in the sky. He raised his index finger to catch a snowflake, and then watched the snowflake melt in the sky. on his own knuckles.

The courtyard corridor is undoubtedly the best choice for viewing the snow scene.

If she is in good health.

In his eyes, the fleeting snowflake in front of him may be much more important than those living people.

Maybe as a gift.

Abraxas wanted to take the snowflake back to Elvira.

pity.

melted.

Rudolph looked at Abraxas. The black curly haired boy still had that careless smile on his face.

as usual.

No matter how miserable the victim looked, no matter how abominable the actions of the perpetrators.

None of them could shake Malfoy as the pure-blood leader.

What's more, he has promoted such things to happen many times.

‘Weak people are not qualified to resist, and if they don’t resist, they will become weak. ’

If you don't resist but choose to endure, what benefits do you think your enduring the humiliation will bring to you?

This will only confirm that he is indeed a weak person, or even he thinks that he is a weak person who is unable to resist.

Even if people like this are capable, they have lost the qualification to resist.

"Look, there are 'philanthropists' who have gone up to stop them." Orion looked in the direction of the farce and said, "I have to admit that the 'kind philanthropists' are 'genuinely good people', even if they know that they are There is nothing we can do to stop this.”

Whenever something like this happens, there will always be a "good and kind person" who will appear to stop it from happening, right?

But what's the use of stopping them, relying only on their own enthusiasm and goodwill?

On the snow some distance away from the courtyard corridor where the teenagers were, the tall boy in the lead kicked the boy huddled in the snow hard in the stomach.

Looking from a distance, I could see the man curling up even more violently, his trembling body rolling on the ground.

But the more he behaved like this, the more violent his kicks became.

"Green! Don't go too far!" Several Gryffindor teenagers ran over quickly. One of them raised his wand and angrily threw some kind of magic spell at the perpetrators.

The assailants ducked aside in a panic, and the other Gryffindors took advantage of this opportunity and hurried to the side of the boy huddled on the snow.

"I said, I won't let you go. This time it's Andre, and next time it's you." Those people smiled at him a little evilly, even looked at each other, and raised their fingers to point at the victim. The person laughed wildly.

"Miles! We have to send Andre to the hospital wing first! He won't last long!" Gryffindor, who was trying to help the boy up, looked anxiously at the Gryffindor boy standing in front of them.

They can't wait any longer! Andre's ribs were broken!

"Did you hear Miles? Your friend can't last long." The leader's face was even more malicious, and his laughter was even more unrestrained.

The chest of the boy named Miles was heaving violently. The boy looked with red eyes at the group of tormentors who were in the same college as them not far away.

"Incendio (flame)!" Miles almost shouted at those people, and a ray of light burst out from the tip of the wand and shot directly at the perpetrators.

"You are very proud, aren't you? You are very proud of hurting others, aren't you!" He almost shouted while attacking them with magic spells, and the hand holding the wand was trembling violently, "Green? Ampaster? Eric ?Ethan? You keep saying that you hate Slytherins, but are you any different from Slytherins?"

"Heh... there's a big difference. You are just half-bloods. Do you think you are any different from us Muggles? Do you know why Slytherin didn't accept you in the first place? Huh?" He gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress his anger. , suppressing the idea of ​​attacking them again.

But the more he thought about it, the more sad he felt.

How ridiculous.

The perpetrator of this farce is Gryffindor, the victim is Gryffindor, and it is still Gryffindor who steps in to stop it.

There were even Slytherins around who were laughing.

The leader of the violence not long ago was standing not far away, covering his arms in embarrassment, his face even wrinkled with pain caused by the burning.

His arm was burned, and he didn't dodge those spells just now.

"Miles!" His companion pulled his sleeve and shouted his name loudly. The boy who called him coughed because he was too excited, "Andre can't hold on. His ribs were broken by their kicks..."

The pull of his companion made his mind, which had been overwhelmed by anger, come back to consciousness slightly. He turned slightly sideways and looked at his friend who had been helped up by his companion, but was now dying.

The Gryffindor turned silently and walked towards his companion, the hand holding the wand hanging weakly by his legs.

The farce almost came to an end here. The violent Gryffindor ran away before them, and the Gryffindor who stopped all this took his friends to the direction of the hospital wing.

"Is there internal strife in Gryffindor?" Looking at the retreating figure not far away, Letoria expressed her opinion with a few "tsk-tsk" sounds.

Gryffindor, which has always been known for its unity and courage, turns out to be so cruel when it comes to treating its 'companions'.

"I think you have this time to care about other people, so why not care about Shafiq." Rudolph glanced at him lazily, raised his hand, put the wand away and put it in the inner pocket of his robe.

"Come on, Rudolph, didn't you know that he had a quarrel with Shafiq?" Orion held the book in his hand and said with some gloating: "Your fiancée is angry with you, Letoria. "

The young people didn't care about what happened just now, even if they witnessed some events happening.

But so what, it has nothing to do with them, right?

They are just bystanders in this farce.