【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

In the last month before the final exams, Elvira became almost a frequent visitor to the Charms Faculty Office and the Gryffindor Dean's Office.

Professor Ulysses welcomed the little girl's arrival. He would put some snacks on the table next to the sofa in the office, and there was a parrot staying on the shelf near the desk.

Whenever the little girl arrives, the parrot on the shelf will flap its wings, stretch its neck and shout, "The little girl is here! The little girl is here!"

"Good afternoon, Charles." The little girl smiled and walked over to smooth the hair of the somewhat large parrot. Then she walked to the desk in the office with a book and a notebook in her arms and greeted her obediently. The man sitting in front smiled.

"Why are you late today?" The man pushed up the gold-rimmed tassel glasses on the bridge of his nose and casually placed the paper in his hand on the table. There was a smile on the man's lips, and there was no blame in his tone.

The man has a handsome appearance, a tall and straight posture, and has the bonus of knowledge and fame, especially with a pure-blood family background behind him. Such an existence is fatal to anyone.

It's just that his strict teaching made it easy for students to ignore these hard 'conditions'.

After all, who would think a stern professor looks so handsome?

It can be said that her initial relationship with Professor Ulysses was quite interesting, but it all started with her 'perseverance'.

It must have been when this professor first came. I remember that many students were amazed at how handsome and charming this professor was.

After the professor finished briefly introducing himself, the students judged from his tone that this professor must not be someone to be trifled with.

In fact, those students guessed correctly. That spell class was particularly painful for the students. Professor Ulysses's standards were too high, and almost no students could meet his requirements.

The homework after class was a twelve-inch parchment paper, as well as an understanding of the spells he assigned. However, the students who were randomly checked by him and failed to meet the standards had more than two papers.

In the first class that Sergret taught, he gave them a slap on the wrist and established his authority. From then on, many students became jealous and afraid of him.

Not to mention asking him about something that I don't understand.

But there was a little girl who was different. Even though she was scared, she still followed him carefully with her book in her arms.

Segret did not deliberately turn around to ask the little girl but continued to walk forward. The man curled his lips and quickened his pace slightly, and the little girl behind him also began to trot towards him.

When he turned around slowly, he saw a little girl with light blond curly hair holding a book in her arms. The little girl pursed her lips tightly, and her pale face finally turned a little red because she had just trotted past.

Seeing him turn around, the little girl hugged him tightly and stopped in place. She bit her lower lip lightly and took a deep breath. After she was fully prepared, she walked towards him.

"I think these things are the lowest level of spell reserves. Don't you know, Miss Grindelwald?" The man lowered his head and looked directly into the girl's gray-blue eyes. What he wanted to say was actually--

‘Is there anything you can’t do? Maybe I can help you answer it. ’

But when the words came to his lips, they changed into another meaning.

He couldn't help but want to tease this cute little girl.

He regretted it as soon as he said it. Although he still had a joking look on his face, he was worried that the little girl would be offended by his attitude.

"I don't understand that knowledge, so I have to learn it even more." But the fact was beyond his expectation. He couldn't see any anger or sadness on the face of the little girl in front of him. He just shook his head slightly and answered him calmly.

The man chuckled, staring into the eyes of the little girl in front of him, trying to see any trace of a lie.

He failed.

What I remembered was what the little girl said just now.

Yes, it’s precisely because you don’t understand that you have to learn those things, isn’t it?

But this was not enough. Another thought suddenly appeared in Segret's heart, and he made a request to the little girl in front of him.

He said, "If Miss Grindelwald is willing to accompany me for a walk, how about I teach you."

The man was waiting for the response from the little girl in front of him, but what he was thinking in his heart was this.

"Of course, you can also refuse. Even if you refuse, I will fulfill my obligation as a professor to teach you knowledge."

He thought the little girl would refuse his request, but to his surprise, the little girl in front of him agreed.

"Professor, do you want to go somewhere for a walk?" The little girl tightened the book in her arms. Perhaps her arms were a little sore because she had been wrapping them for too long. The little girl in front of her changed the position of holding the book and then rubbed it slightly. Rub your arms.

Suddenly her arms were empty, Avila looked up in a daze and looked at the man beside her taking her book into his hands. She wanted to say something to ask the man to return the book to her, but the man was already old. He walked forward with his long legs.

"Professor..." came the little girl's gentle and somewhat confused voice from behind.

"Didn't you say you wanted to walk with me?" The man's pace slowed down without stopping. He deliberately slowed down so that the little girl could keep up with him.

The little girl followed the man unnaturally. After all, whether it was a matter of willingness or not, it would always be a little embarrassing to see the professor holding the book for her.

The little girl next to her pursed her lips with a somewhat sad look, which made Segret laugh silently. What Avella didn't notice was that Segret at this moment was more serious than the previous one. A lot of pleasure.

"Do you like it here, about Hogwarts?" Segret asked suddenly. He didn't know whether it was because of the little girl next to him or because of his own reasons. He suddenly wanted to know an answer.

He was asking the little girl and himself.

"I like it." The little girl smiled softly, then walked up to him and turned to look at him, "I met many friends here, learned a lot of knowledge, and came into contact with many things that I had never been exposed to before... …”

"I like this place not only because this is Hogwarts, but also because there are people here who care about me, and there are people I care about."

For Avella, everything here is interesting and worth remembering, not to mention there are so many people who care about her here, so she has no reason not to like it here.

"Really, it seems like it's really good here." The man lowered his head and rubbed the top of the little girl's hair, as if he was answering her, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "To be able to receive such high praise, I must be here. It must not be bad."