【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The carriage door was knocked politely and then opened, and two teenagers appeared outside the carriage door.

"We can't find an empty carriage, Abraxas, maybe you don't mind our joining?" The young man walked into the carriage carrying the box, followed closely by a gloomy black-haired man named Shen Ze. juvenile.

"Welcome." The young boy raised his chin slightly and returned an exquisite gift.

"Abraxas, maybe this is the person you mentioned?" Rudolph Lestrange asked, the unique look in his brown eyes fixed on the little girl, "Rudolph Lestrange Lestrange, it’s an honor to know such a lovely young lady, this is Rawlis Gaunt next to me.”

The young lady in front of me who can sit next to the heir of the Malfoy family should, not surprisingly, be 'the person' who has been corresponding with Abraxas.

Insight is their rule, the rule of what they have been taught since childhood.

"Don't be nervous, Vivian." The young boy's voice was very soft, "They will be your friends in the future."

Next up were two other teenagers, Edgar Nott and Letoria Greengrass.

Orion Black was the last to arrive, for he had just come from the carriage of his two cousins.

The young boy introduced the members of this small pure-blood circle to the young girl one by one, these beneficial and beneficial 'friends'.

The sky gradually darkened, and when the express arrived at its destination, what they saw was an ancient castle built in the middle of the water.

And the flickering firelight.

"Four people per boat! Hurry up! You little carrots!" The pick-up attendant shouted loudly among the first-year students, "I don't want to delay my dinner because of you!"

Rudolph Lestrange sneered at the pick-up man with extreme disgust, "That must be a half-blood, even a mudblood, or maybe a ridiculous squib."

"I really hope that after today, I won't have the chance to come into contact with him, otherwise I will definitely ask my father to write a letter to complain against him!" Orion Black raised his index finger to cover his nose, and frowned tightly: "Why would Hogwarts still admit such people? I really shouldn't believe what my grandfather said."

"We need to take a boat there, please hold my hand, Vivian." Abraxas also frowned slightly. After getting on the boat, he turned around and stretched out his hand towards Avila. The figure of the young boy Under the moonlight, he looked handsome and slender, with a softness that was different from his usual well-dressed appearance.

"Thank you, Abu." Avella reached out and held the young boy's slender hand. There was only a incomplete half-moon hanging in the dark night, and the castle in the middle of the lake was brightly lit, covering up the half-moon. Brilliance.

Elvira took a boat with the young boys, Rudolph Lestrange and Rawlis Gunter.

And Edgar Nott, Orion Black and another teenager shared a ride.

Many boats like this were slowly sailing. The little girl and the boy were sitting in the front of the boat. The half-moon was still hanging high in the sky. Looking down, there were ripples of the moon on the sparkling waves.

"Abu, what is a mudblood, what... is a squib?" The wind on the lake was a bit strong, which made the little girl couldn't help but move closer to the young boy to borrow the breath that was enough to keep warm.

Avila's face turned a little pale. Her brothers, sisters, Mrs. Nemesis, and even Uncle Avery and Uncle Frank... none of them mentioned these things in front of her or taught her the meaning of these words. .

The little girl didn't understand the meaning of these words, but she could sense that it was a very abusive and dirty word.

A very insulting and offensive word.

"Vivian, this is just a nickname. No one will use this to attack another person." Abraxas whispered softly to comfort the extremely confused little girl, and stroked the little girl's hair with his fingers again and again. top.

These things should not appear in front of a little girl. Vivian is scared and sad.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, Vivian." The little girl's body was trembling slightly, and he could feel it.

How can a piece of unstained white paper not be afraid of being stained by ink drops?