【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The person in the semicircular rocking chair was quiet for a while and sighed softly, and finally stretched out his slender hand and picked up a small bottle of blue potion from the tray on the table.

Lucia stood by the table with her hands folded and her head lowered, not daring to look at the person in the semicircular rocking chair swing. She quietly raised her eyes and looked at the tray. The small potion bottle was put back, and then the owner of that hand He picked up another large bottle of magic potion.

She heard the sound of the man swallowing the potion, although the sound was extremely weak, and naturally she also heard the man's deliberately suppressed coughing and retching sounds.

The girl stood at the table with a pale face and didn't dare to look up. If the girl raised her head, she would definitely be able to see the tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to look up.

She didn't dare to look at her. She lowered her head and tried her best to ignore the man's coughing that was getting louder and louder. She couldn't bear to hear it anymore and didn't dare to listen to it anymore.

It wasn't until she took the two empty bottles of medicine and the half-filled bottle of membrane on the table to leave the room that Lucia dared to lean against the wall of the corridor and gasp loudly until she was far away.

Lucia looked up at the top of the corridor, still thinking about the man's coughing that was getting worse. She looked down at the potion bottle in her hand.

The smell from the half-drunk bottle of potion was fragrant, even a little sweet.

How bitter it is, even the young lady doesn’t want to drink it anymore.

He is so desperate to save the little lady’s life, but is ‘relief’ the best destination for the little lady?

Apart from the rocking chair swing on the balcony of the room and the hanging garden that can be accessed from the cabinet in the room, the rest of the places where Avella spends most time during the holidays is the garden courtyard locked on the first floor.

The girl's favorite thing seems to be to sit on the swing and read a book, watching the white swans playing in the lake, the green vines that are almost climbing up the wall, and the various extremely beautiful flowers in the garden.

"The young lady likes to come here very much, and sometimes she stays all day." The house elf Jasmine bowed slightly to the person in front of her, and her big eyes like tennis balls looked at the young man in front of her again, " Jasmine can't get close to her for the rest of the way, little Mr. Malfoy, and the young lady has warned that no one will disturb her."

"Excuse me." The blond boy nodded, then took a few steps forward and put his hand on the wooden door.

Perhaps due to the principle of regular maintenance, the wooden door that was gently pushed open did not make any "squeak" sound like noise.

On both sides of the road are some flowers that are already in full bloom. The first thing you see when walking along the cobblestone path is an extremely clear viewing lake, with swans swimming and playing on the lake.

The high stone wall is covered with some vines, and snow-white flowers are dotted among them. The white rose branches that have climbed up the flower stand also have buds growing on them, and they are dotted with little bits of mist left in the morning.

Further forward is a rocking chair swing placed among the flowers, which is large enough to seat two or three people at the same time. Green vines climb up the shelf and bloom in it small white flowers.

There was a girl sitting on the swing, with her long, snow-white, slightly curly hair hanging loosely behind the girl. Three or two birds paused on the back of the swing, fluttering their wings from time to time and then jumping back towards the swing. He moved closer to the girl.

Occasionally, the girl would raise her hand and gently caress the birds beside her with her index finger, and some would rest on the person's shoulders.

The other birds that also landed on the back of the swing started fighting with the original one, and the victor who won the battle stood in the position of the original bird and was close to the man.

From a distance, the man looked like an angel who had strayed into the world.

Abraxas calmed down his breathing before taking a step towards the man. The young man's steps were gentle. Unfortunately, the bird next to the girl was too keen. When he was about to get close, it flapped its wings and flew away. Got there.

"Sister, let me stay for a little longer...Abu?" The girl got off the swing and wanted to beg her sister who came to find her. When she turned around, she realized that the person coming was the blond boy.

The young man in a white shirt is handsome, tall and tall, and carries an innate sense of dignity and pride.

"Vivian." There was a slight smile in the young man's blue-grey eyes. The man paused and looked at her tenderly.

It wasn't until the man called out that Elvira realized that the man was really standing in front of her.

"Why didn't anyone tell me that Malfoy would come to visit today?" She almost ran and threw herself into the man's arms. It took a long time for her to sort out the doubts in her heart, but her tone of voice sounded like A little bit of accusatory coquettishness.

"Because Vivian reminded me that she doesn't want anyone to come and disturb her." There was a smile in the young man's gentle voice. After catching Avella, Abraxas subconsciously tightened the embrace, "Could it be that Vivian has already Have you forgotten?"

"I didn't forget..." The girl broke away from him, walked to the swing, sat down and muttered, "It turns out that this is why Abu refused to respond to the double-sided mirror."

She used the double-sided mirror to contact Abuco several times today but failed to get in touch. Later, the girl got sulky and closed the double-sided mirror and stopped looking.

If someone used the double-sided mirror to contact her, the double-sided mirror would vibrate, but after she waited for a long time, the double-sided mirror was still quiet and showed no reaction.

"Because I want to give Vivian a surprise." Abraxas sat down next to her and his eyes stopped on the face of the girl next to him, and then followed Avila's gaze to the swans in the lake. "After that day, Mr. Grindelwald connected to the Floo network from Malfoy to Grindelwald. My father came to visit Mr. Grindelwald, and I accompanied him."

Except it was Mr. Grindelwald that his father visited.

What he is looking for is Vivian, who has been thinking about him all the time.

"I thought it was because Abu didn't want to respond to me, so he didn't want to touch the double-sided mirror." Avella lowered her head and spoke in a low voice, her lips pursed tightly as she thought of something, "I thought Abu didn't care anymore. Me."

The back of the girl's slightly cold hand seemed to be covered by something warm. When she looked down, she saw that the blond boy beside her was holding her somewhat uneasy hand.

"You..." Abraxas stretched out his hand to knead the still pale face of the girl next to him. The boy's blue-gray eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

How could he not respond?

If it wasn't for caring, if it wasn't for missing her, why would he come to look for her at the same time as his father was visiting Mr. Grindelwald.

His Vivian is so good that he has even imagined the ridiculous idea that he doesn't care about her.