【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

Chapter 138 She said, good night

The corridor was not too hidden. As long as the students who came to the atrium looked sideways or looked forward, they could see Grindelwald's youngest girl standing in front of the blond boy, gently cutting his hair.

The not too strong sunlight poured into the corridor, giving the boy and girl a soft halo, at least in the eyes of others.

Pedestrians stopped in the courtyard and their eyes were attracted to the two people, especially the girl, who looked like an angel.

God seems to be particularly partial to her, even the sunshine that shines on her is cautious.

"Hey, we should take things to the professor." The girl with the book in her arms walked to the man and reminded her, but at the same time she was also curious about what attracted her companion. .

So she followed the eyes of her companions, and she saw two boys and girls from Slytherin in the corridor. She saw them as soon as she moved her eyes over.

Perhaps it shouldn't be said that the corridor is conspicuous, after all, the appearance of those two people is indeed too eye-catching.

But what attracted her attention more among the two was not the blond boy whose appearance and figure alone were enough to make people's hearts beat, but the girl in front of Malfoy who was smiling and talking to the boy.

"I'm starting to get jealous of Malfoy." O'Lenny Worster closed the book in her arms, shook her head slightly and threw the long black hair that fell to her chest behind her and whispered.

"I thought from your perspective, you would say you were jealous of that girl being so close to Malfoy." Stephen Ampadella shrugged and shifted his attention from the girl to his companion beside him. "Malfoy is your type after all."

"Are you worried that I will become your 'love rival', Stephen?" The black-haired girl had disbelief in her eyes. After realizing the meaning of her companion's words, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You and your I’ve met the little angel a few times, but she may have forgotten you.”

O'Lenny Wolster couldn't help but turn her gaze to look at the girl, who was talking to the boy next to her.

She was too far away to hear the voices of the two people, but the girl was too gentle, whether it was her movements or the smile on her face, which made it impossible for her to take her attention away from her.

"Can you tell me what you are jealous of?" Stephen Ampadela suddenly asked. Her tone was very calm, as if she was telling an extremely ordinary thing.

"Stephen, don't pretend you don't know. Aren't you also jealous that Malfoy can have her?" The black-haired girl smiled at her companion beside her and said, "If she had chosen Ravenc It would be nice to be Lao, or Hufflepuff, that way we can become friends who can get along often."

But that person chose Slytherin, and the group of poisonous snakes living in the lake would not welcome her as a mixed-blood from Ravenclaw.

When girls get together, they will inevitably discuss certain characters that they have a crush on. Compared to the boys with outstanding looks, the character 'Elvira Grindelwald' has become a topic of conversation almost as often. Much more than that.

She had already heard of this character on the day of the sorting. Like most people, she only glanced at her from a distance during the sorting. Other than that, the two of them had no other interactions.

She doesn't pay attention to that 'Miss Grindelwald' like others. On the contrary, she prefers to focus on those handsome boys.

She had no way of knowing what the boys were thinking. After all, who would specifically ask about such unimportant things? Unexpectedly, most of the girls' evaluations of that person were mostly favorable and regretful.

The two girls did not stay in the courtyard for too long. After all, they still had things in their hands that needed to be handed over to the professor.

The sound of discussion in the distance did not attract the attention of the boy and the girl, perhaps because the distance was too far, or maybe because the boy and the girl cared more about each other than others.

Until she went to the auditorium, Avila felt that many eyes seemed to be falling on her. These eyes were not aggressive, but more inquisitive.

It was as if he desperately wanted to dig something out of her but was suppressed by something.

Abraxas sat next to the girl as usual. The young man lowered his eyes to hide his attachment and the most unspeakable feelings.

At night, the boy put the double-sided mirror next to his pillow. His long and sharp knuckles paused for a long time on top of the mirror and finally retracted it.

He wanted to wake up the two-way mirror, he wanted to see that person's face, and he wanted to hear the voice that was almost carved into his mind.

It was clear that he had communicated many times before, but when something really happened in front of him, he still felt extremely flustered.

Rudolf was sitting on his bed, holding a square silk scarf and gently wiping the elm wand on hand, even though the wand had already been wiped spotless.

Another black-haired boy was sitting at the table next to the four-poster bed, reading a book with a purple and black cover. The gloomy boy lowered his head slightly, and the black hair on his forehead almost covered his eyebrows.

I don't know how much time had passed, or maybe it was just a short while, but just when Abraxas had arranged the tie he had taken off and put it on the table, the double-sided mirror beside his pillow suddenly began to vibrate.

After hesitating for a moment, the young man finally touched the mirror with his fingertips. Abraxas took his breath lightly and gently picked up the double-sided mirror, but the young man still did not speak.

In other words, he didn't know what to say, and he was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, his somewhat helpless self would be completely exposed.

"Abu, good night." Just when the boy was still hesitating, a voice that shocked his heart came from the other end of the double-sided mirror.

Good night, she said.

She took the initiative to contact him when he was still hesitating.

The sound of that extremely familiar voice caused the young man to pause while turning the pages of the book. Rawlis subconsciously turned his head, but it only took a moment for the young man to suppress the impulse.

In contrast, the black-haired boy raised his head, and Rudolph put down the wand and the square silk scarf in his hand.

What else could she say to Abraxas?

He was curious, but he had lost the courage to listen any more. The corners of the young man's lips curved into a hint of a smile, and he reached out his hand to turn off the lamp placed on the bedside table.

The double-sided mirror was put back by the pillow by the blond boy. After saying "good night", the light on the double-sided mirror gradually extinguished and returned to an ordinary mirror. I think it was because the man cut off the connection with the double-sided mirror. contact.

Abraxas chuckled silently and raised his hand to untie the ribbon that bound the bed curtains. The young man's lips opened and closed silently telling something to the girl on the other side of the double-sided mirror.

Even if the girl can't hear it, even if the connection with the double-sided mirror has been cut off by the girl.

He says--

Vivian, good night.

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