【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The blond boy lowered his eyes, still holding the hand of the girl next to him tightly even though he was sitting on the bench.

It is undeniable that when he heard Abraham in the lounge showing off Vivian to him in front of him, he was indeed shaken and took it seriously.

But when he learned the actual situation from Vivian's mouth, he only felt as if his heart was blocked by something. The emotion called "anger" and "distress" intertwined and pressed his chest tightly. .

Abraham how dare he.

After all, he was a pure-blood, but he abandoned the etiquette he had learned and wanted to attack an innocent girl.

He wanted to ask the girl next to him whether he was afraid of facing evil head-on, but the words were swallowed as soon as they reached his throat.

How could he not be afraid? It must be scary to face evil so directly.

Abraxas and Elvira went back to the common room together that day. When the stone door was opened, the purebloods saw the pair of boys and girls who entered the common room together.

It was also from that moment on that the Slytherins also understood what was going on between 'Little Grindelwald' and 'Malfoy'.

"Where's Abraham?" The blond boy didn't say anything until he watched the girl close the door to the women's dormitory. The boy played with his wand and turned his fingertips back and forth on the wand.

The young man's voice was clearly gentle, but when it fell into the ears of the purebloods, they suddenly heard a bone-chilling coldness in it.

"Abraxas, Abraham has returned to his dormitory." A lazy voice suddenly appeared in the "whispering" lounge, it was Selwyn.

He had taken out his wand at some point, and Selwyn had a smile that could be called a 'crazy' smile on his face. He seemed to have always been like this.

The purebloods had no doubt that Selwyn could even stab his wand into a living person's body as long as Abraxas spoke.

Of course, they are the same kind.

"Senior Prince, maybe you would be willing to do me a favor." As for what the blond boy said to Prince, the pure-bloods all invariably saw something called 'cruelty' in the eyes of their allies. Pleasurable things.

Not only Prince, Abraxas also asked Carlo to bring his 'photo album', and even invited them to go to Abraham's dormitory to 'talk' with him.

But, is it really just a talk?

Who knows.

……

There was darkness, and the suffocating feeling of being submerged in the sea came to my face.

Abraham, who was deeply asleep, was 'forced' to wake up by the suffocating feeling brought by several extremely cold 'clear water like springs', and he woke up almost all of a sudden.

When he woke up, he found that his dormitory was almost full of people. Seniors, juniors, and everyone who could speak in Slytherin were basically here.

The one who attracted the most attention was the blond boy sitting on the armchair. There were people standing behind and around the boy. Almost all of those people's eyes were focused on him, with mocking and malicious expressions. , teasing...

Perhaps because of boredom, or perhaps because they were waiting for the young man sitting in the back chair to speak, some people began to tap their palms with their wands, but their eyes remained on him.

He couldn't sleep anymore. His body, his pillow, and even his quilt were all covered with water.

"What are you doing, coming to my dormitory just to pour water on me?" Abraham sat up from the bed and patted the water stains on his body in disgust. His tone was not very good.

But even though he was like this, he still couldn't attract the attention of the blond boy. That Malfoy was not mocking or making fun of him like the others. In his eyes, the only thing worthy of his attention seemed to be the one in his hand. A crystal clear ball.

"Hey! Abraxas! I need an explanation!" Abraham stood up and shook off the water stains on his body. He frowned and squeezed out the water that had seeped into his clothes. The water-soaked robe clung tightly to his skin. It made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Explain? Abraham, can't you remember what you did?" Someone among the purebloods wearing Slytherin school robes seemed to sneer, "You are as disgusting as that dirty and smelly Mudblood. "

After being reminded, he didn't know whether it was because he thought of something or because the water-stained clothes were cold against his skin. Abraham looked at the blond boy who was sitting on the back chair and slowly playing with the crystal ball and subconsciously thought. He stumbled back two steps.

The extreme panic rising from within made him collapse on the wet bed, but now that he was awake, how could Abraxas allow him to continue to rest so comfortably.

The boy just raised his eyes and shook the double-sided mirror in his hand. Then several senior Slytherins stepped forward and pulled Abraham off the bed, and he fell heavily to the floor.

Someone gave him a stiff leg.

But this is not enough.

They lifted him up and tied the rope tightly around him. They released him, but before he could stand firmly, they pushed him hard behind him. To be more precise, towards him. The hollows of his legs.

Abraham was forced to kneel in front of the blond boy. He tried to struggle to stand up, but the other two Slytherins pressed his shoulders tightly and forced him to kneel on the floor.

"Abraxas, aren't we friends! Ask them to let me go!" Abraham tried hard to break free from the restraints. He looked at the purebloods behind the blond boy for help, but those people could not With one exception, they were just watching him with cold eyes and making fun of him.

No one stood up to stop those people, they were in a group.

"Perhaps you would be willing to tell me what you wanted to do to that innocent lady after that Potions class." Abraxas, who was sitting in the armchair, finally was willing to lift up the crystal ball in his hand. Opening his eyes, the blond boy's lips curled up and he looked at him with a condescending attitude like a superior.

No, in other words, he is the 'superior'.

"What to do to that innocent lady? Abraxas, you mean Avila? How could I do anything to her? I just went to find Avila to explain the topic to me." He explained eagerly. I longed that the blond boy could hear him clearly and let him go, but no one should know about the things he did!

Could it be... could it be that little Grindelwald told Malfoy!

"Really, Abraham, I don't have much patience." The blond boy's voice was as gentle as ever. The man stood up and walked towards Abraham who was kneeling in front of him and said softly, "I can give you another chance. , I don’t blame you.”

The cedar wand in the man's hand was pressed against Abraham's chin with a force that was not as gentle as his words. The force was so strong that the tail of the wand pierced a very deep 'groove' in Abraham's chin.

"I really didn't... Abraxas, you have to believe me. Did Avella say something to you? She was lying to you, Abraxas!" The force was so strong that it almost penetrated his throat. He had no doubt that the Malfoy in front of him could hurt his life.

The severe pain in his jaw seemed to have eased a little. Did they believe him and let him go...

"Ha..." Abraxas took out the wand that was deeply inserted into the opponent's chin and even penetrated the throat. He sat on the back chair again and took out a thin silk scarf from his shirt pocket. Carefully wipe the end of the wand.

Prince took over from Abraxas. He pinched Abraham's cheeks hard and poured the bottle of potion into Abraham's throat. Then he put away the bottle of potion.

A small amount of potion residue was poured into the tip of his nose along the arc, which made his head hurt. No one cared about Abraham who was forced to kneel on the ground, and no one cared about the unknown potion that was poured into him. He choked and almost coughed out his entire lungs.

"Abraham, what on earth did you want to do when you blocked 'Elvira Grindelwald' and 'Irene Prince' in the classroom after Potions class." The slender knuckles of the blond boy were turning his hands again and again. He raised the crystal ball in his eyes slightly and looked cold and indifferent. In his eyes, Abraham kneeling in front of him was nothing more than a 'dead thing'.

"Irene...bastard, what did you do to Irene!" Prince's heart suddenly tightened when he heard the familiar name. He wanted to rush up to question Abraham but was stopped by Carlo and Yaxley beside him. Stopped the action.

Irene...Why is Irene involved in this matter...

"Prince, calm down." Carlo and Yaxley stopped Prince with great effort. "We have to find out what happened. Prince, your sister will be fine."

He couldn't let Prince ruin Abraxas's plan at this juncture, at least not now.

"She is so beautiful, isn't she! Elvira! I want to rip off her clothes. I want to hear her cry to me and beg for mercy! That must be very interesting..." Abraham told the story with a sad and frightened look. That was a particularly cruel truth for a girl, a dirty truth that he was extremely unwilling to admit.

He...that's obviously not what he wanted to say!

Prince fed him Veritaserum! They fed him Veritaserum!

"Abraxas, haven't you ever thought about it? She is so beautiful and charming. Are you really curious about how her fragile body can withstand being played with a few times..." Abraham's face gradually began to turn pale. Fear, his body began to tremble, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Elvira is so beautiful... clean... so tempting..."

No, he couldn't say this...

Malfoy would really kill him! He will!

Abraham, who was in extreme fear, thought of words in his mind, but the Veritaserum made him say what he really thought.

"Bastard! Bedbug! Beast!" Some pure-bloods sneered in anger, "How old is she!"

The already crowded dormitory suddenly became quiet. The pure-blood's words also echoed their thoughts, and more of them had older sisters or younger sisters at home.

"Dirty street rat." A senior senior couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart and raised his leg to viciously kick Abraham on the back. "You really disgrace Slytherin."

The pure-bloods hated Abraham shamelessly and even wanted to go up and cast a black magic spell on him, but more of them turned their attention to the blond boy.

The young man in the center of the line of sight was tightly clenching his wand. If one looked carefully, one could see that veins had popped out in the young man's clenched hand.

Malfoy's care and even love for little Grindelwald has gone beyond the 'normal range'. He has always had absolute trust and even loyalty to her.

Malfoy's feelings for little Grindelwald have gradually become abnormal.

How could he accept that others coveted him so much and even wanted to taint that person?

"Do you still need to ask about the rest of the matter?" Rohr asked tentatively.

"Ask." The young man moved his lips slightly and uttered a cold word.

The next person to ask was Prince, and what Prince asked was nothing more than what happened to the two girls in this incident. He was worried about his sister, and even more worried about one of the protagonists of this incident.

That little Grindelwald.

"What a pity! Avila is so smart. She has been holding the hand of 'Eileen Prince' for fear that I would hurt her. It's a pity that I only have her as my target, and she is still holding her hand with the other hand. She was looking at that two-way mirror, if she put that two-way mirror away maybe my fainting ground would be able to hit her."

There was a hint of regret in Abraham's extremely frightened tone, "I thought I would have a chance if Abraxas didn't want her, but you know Abraxas, she is too smart."

Yes, Vivian is really smart.

I'm also glad that his Vivian is really smart.

The light on the crystal ball in the hand of the blond boy dimmed. With a sarcastic expression on his lips, the boy put the crystal ball into his robe pocket and picked up the wand again to cast a shielding spell on the surrounding area.

Abraxas raised his wand and pointed it at Abraham, who was kneeling in front of him. His lips just moved, and soon cracks tore through Abraham's skin.

The dense bloody cracks, from tearing to healing, tearing again, repeated endlessly, and the blood stains soaked the clothes that were originally soaked by water.

It was a piece of black magic, a black magic that was classified as a forbidden spell.

No one except the people in the dormitory could hear the heart-rending screams, and the purebloods in the dormitory were all thankful that they had chosen to 'surrender' to Malfoy.

The blood gradually spread down the body, and the cruel and bloody appearance made some pure-bloods close their eyes and couldn't bear to watch any more, while some were holding on to the corner and already started retching.

After an unknown amount of time, the blond boy finally unlocked the spell for him. The moment the spell was unlocked, the blood flowed back to Abraham's body along the traces, and the smell of blood was gone.

The bursts of pain that tore his body apart suddenly disappeared. Abraham was so tortured that he broke out in a cold sweat. Even though the pain disappeared after the spell was lifted, he could still 'remember' it mentally.

The blond boy took the gramophone ball and left the dormitory.

"Bastard!" A boy clenched his fist and hit the man hard on the cheek. Until Abraham was beaten to the ground, the man still kicked him hard in the abdomen as if he didn't understand hatred. "I will ask the professor to change the dormitory. If the professor doesn't agree, I will ask my family to come. It's extremely disgusting."

After Abraxas left, the remaining people began to crowd around and began to kick and beat him.

Among the crowd, several teenagers who often got along with Malfoy and little Grindelwald quietly exited the dormitory. No one knew what they were secretly discussing.

No one knows what they did to Abraham.