【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

September 1943, 9, Hogwarts Express.

After hugging her brother goodbye, Avila suddenly paused when she was about to board the train. She turned around and looked around.

She saw many children who were going to Hogwarts like him saying goodbye to their families, and saw many people curiously reaching out to touch the platform after crossing the platform.

Some of those people are relatively familiar, while others have only met once. There are also some new faces among them - freshmen this year.

She 'was' them on this day last year, and after today those new faces will gradually 'become' her.

She seemed to have seen her former self, and saw her young figures standing next to her brother one after another, holding her brother's hand and saying goodbye to her sisters when crossing the platform.

When I say goodbye to my brother with my sisters, when I board the train again and again.

"Vivian." Until Abraxas, who was walking in front of her, called her again, and he stretched out his hand towards her, "Let's go."

"Yes." She came back to her senses and held his hand. The corners of the girl's lips curved in a slight arc, "Let's go."

This time Avila and Abraxas arrived at the carriage relatively late, and several other teenagers had already arrived early. Before that, Orion and Letoria had already expelled several people who wanted to enter the carriage. new life.

At that time, there was a boy who looked younger than Avella standing at the door of the carriage. The people in the carriage seemed to be attacking the boy with some extremely 'excessive' words.

After a while, the boy picked up his things again and walked away.

Scenes like this are common. After the boy walked away, Avila gently pulled Abraxas beside her and continued to walk towards the car.

Abraxas was worried that this would affect her, and he wanted to observe her expression

"Vivian?" He couldn't hide his concern for her, "There will be empty seats in other carriages of the train."

Abraxas was comforting Elvira. He was worried that she would feel uncomfortable and that she would hide all these things in her heart.

However, he was wrong.

"There aren't many seats left in the carriage. If I helped him just now, it would be a hint to him, telling him that he can take our place." Avella walked to the carriage and just put her hand on the door. But she didn't pull away, she just turned slightly to look at him and said with a chuckle.

He heard her say, "Abu, you have to think about yourself before you sympathize with others."

Abraxas could not see any sympathy or other emotions for the new student from the expression of the girl in front of him.

Her words were gentle and indifferent, as if she was just talking about an ordinary thing.

Abraxas still couldn't recover from her choice until after entering the carriage. Edgar took the initiative to give up the window seat to Avella, and Abraxas sat next to her.

She put the small suitcase she was carrying on the table in the carriage.

The girl opened the suitcase and took out a bottle of dark purple magic potion from the inside, and then took out a bottle of light blue potion no more than half the size of a finger from the upper layer of the suitcase.

First she drank the bottle of potion, which was no more than half the size of a finger, and then the large bottle of purple potion. She slowly swallowed the potion in her hand while looking at the slowly flowing scenery outside the car window.

This time, Avila did not frown when facing the potion, nor did she show any discomfort.

It was as if she had already become accustomed to what happened just now.

The two empty bottles were put back into the small suitcase. The teenagers in the carriage also noticed her abnormality. They looked at each other in understanding but said nothing.

"I really want to try casting a few spells on him. My father asked me to learn some things during the summer vacation." Letoria took the lead in starting the topic. Her father said that the things he learned were used to deal with those... Someone with dirty blood is just the ticket.

He was looking for a suitable target, and the boy who just came to disturb them rashly was very suitable. If he had been more alert at that time and asked about the boy's ancestry in advance, he would be able to remember him.

However, when they attacked him verbally, the man did not bring out his family to refute them, nor did he draw his wand directly like ordinary wizards. The man seemed to have just come into contact with magic.

He should be a mudblood in the future.

He began to feel annoyed because through his carelessness he had lost a target on which to test the spell he had learned first.

"And Abraham, right? His sister is also entering school this year." Edgar habitually pushed the food and books on the table to Avella who was sitting by the car window, "The one we talked about before Can a spell work, Elvira?"

Although those things are only touched by the third grade, they should not be difficult for Ivy.

The things they usually learn from Avila are much more difficult than those.

"There are still some differences. The plants grown using the 'Growth Spell' only look similar to those that mature normally, but the effect is far from reaching the level of normal maturity." Avella shook her head lightly and picked up the He picked up the books on the table, opened the books, glanced at them briefly, and then turned to the first page.

"We can always give it a try. There are always a few abandoned greenhouses in Hogwarts." Rudolph stretched out his waist, put his hands on the table and supported his chin while looking at Elvira sitting in front of him, his expression Pleasure, "Mrs. Arison doesn't remember exactly what's in every greenhouse."

It just depends on whether Avella is willing to rub that stubborn old lady.

If Avella goes to ask Mrs. Arison, it might be possible. The professors like Avella very much and always like to talk more with such students.

But it is unlikely that they would go.

"I think you can go find Mrs. Arison alone, Rudolf." Abraxas, who was also flipping through the book, spoke quietly and responded to Elvira standing next to him, "If that doesn't work, you can also go find Yuri Mr. Sith, although this gentleman teaches magic, he is also quite knowledgeable in herbal medicine."

Abraxas raised his head slightly and glanced at Rudolph in front of him. The 'warning' in his eyes was self-evident.

"You can write it down during the sorting, just like Edgar said." Rudolph shrugged, and he redirected the topic to what Letoria mentioned, "I think you should write it down. The girl’s appearance.”

"Abraham, I have no impression of his sister." Letoria did not hide her malice towards Abraham, and of course it was not just him. "Although Abraham is also a pure blood, what if he tells his sister Don't choose Slytherin."

But even if they choose another college, it won't change their decision.

How could a sister escape from the mistakes her brother committed?

As they have entered the second grade, they naturally do not need to take a boat to reach the castle. What awaits them is a series of 'carriages' that seem to be able to drive automatically.

However, the students who saw this would not be so naive as to think that these were really so-called 'carriages' that could 'drive automatically'. There must be something pulling them.

It's just that they can't see it.

Those who can see will only feel that everyone is the same as them, and those who cannot see will also feel that everyone is the same as themselves, and they cannot see the unknown object pulling the vehicle.

Of course, there are also some people who often read books. Although they cannot see it, through the knowledge in books, they will understand that these invisible 'existences' that are pulling vehicles with people are a kind of creature called 'Yeqi'. .

‘Thestrals’ are essentially a species of Pegasus. The book states that ‘Thestrals look like reptiles, skinny as wood, with dragon-like faces and bat-like broad wings’.

They are extremely rare and are classified as dangerous by the British Ministry of Magic, probably due to their creepy reputation.

The Thestral has been regarded as an ominous symbol for centuries because of its terrifying appearance and the fact that it can only be seen by those who have witnessed death.

Avella did not fall into the category of being able to see such creatures, but she became curious about these magical creatures and developed a desire to contact them.

Avella stood in front of the carriage before it started. She slowly stretched her hand between the shaft poles, closed her eyes and patiently felt it.

Letoria, Orion, and Rudolph had already taken the lead in the carriage. Several teenagers couldn't help but put their eyes on Avella. Even though they had guessed what she wanted to do, they still couldn't hold back. Live the curiosity in your heart.

Edgar did not get on the carriage, but he just stood beside the carriage. The one who really stood next to Avila was Abraxas.

"Abu, don't you think what I'm doing is impulsive?" She asked him softly, keeping the movements of her hands unchanged and still waiting patiently for a 'response'.

A Slytherin would not have such naive thoughts. Maybe he should be thankful that everyone is not here yet and the carriage has not been pulled.

She should also be grateful that her friends were willing to wait for her, even if they didn't understand her approach.

"Vivian always has her reasons, and I want to be with Vivian." The young man's gentle voice was like an invisible breeze, gently blending into the night, and then blowing towards her with the night breeze.

"Abbu seems to have been supporting me. What if one day my choice goes wrong." The corners of her lips seemed to curl into a smile, but it was too faint, but it was too light to make people understand it. I can see the slightest hint of laughter.

"What do you think of Vivian?" For the first time, he didn't answer her, nor did he comfort or promise. He just stood beside her and asked her softly, "Vivian, why."

Yes, why.

Why do I always feel so hesitant about other people's firm choices and cares.

She was trying to find the correct answer from the tangled 'balls of yarn'. It was really messy to say or not.

She felt a warm breath coming towards her palm. She was stunned and stretched out her hand.

The teenagers on the carriage did not notice anything strange about Avella. In their opinion, the girl just kept raising her hands, but received no response.

Abraxas trembled the knuckles under his robe sleeves slightly, the amplitude was so small that neither the teenagers nor Avila beside him could notice it.

The keen young man noticed something, and he chose to swallow the secret that belonged to her.

A secret that only belongs to him and Vivian.

"Abbu, it's time for us to go up." She turned and walked towards the carriage. When she was about to board the carriage, Avila turned her head and looked at Abraxas and chuckled. "As for the answer, Abu, I will tell you slowly."

She would tell him everything slowly and bit by bit.

She spent a lot of time with him anyway.

Until the students finally arrived and the carriage finally started to move, Avella always turned her eyes to the front of the carriage from time to time.

She couldn't see what was there, but she seemed to be touching creatures she had never met before.

It turns out that Brother Al was right, they are indeed a group of kind and gentle creatures.

"Okay." Abraxas sat next to Avella, and he responded to her.

The carriage running over the road showed not only wheel marks, but also the footprints of some unknown creatures.

His eyes were fixed on the girl next to him, and then he slowly followed the girl's gaze towards the front of the car, which to him was still nothingness.

Sophomores, juniors and above arrive at the castle faster than freshmen.

Every time on the day of branching, the four major colleges tacitly abide by a tradition. The empty seat at the front of each college's long table is reserved for freshmen, but not every student will sit here.

Before the new students arrive, the old students will have enough time to have a dinner.

There were many students in the auditorium lamenting that they were still standing outside the castle at this time last year. Even though they had tried to understand it, they still knew nothing about the real Hogwarts.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, I would be sitting in the auditorium waiting for the freshmen to be sorted into different houses. I would soon become the senior and senior sister among the freshmen from the youngest generation.

The huge auditorium was almost buzzing with people, and the professors did not stop the students from making noise before the freshmen entered the auditorium.

Of course, in such a noisy environment, no one would care whether there are so few people missing in such a huge auditorium.

For example, Abraham from Slytherin House, but who cares what he is like.

After cutting the food with a table knife, Abraxas put the food into his mouth with a fork and chewed it carefully.

The young man gently wiped the unnecessary oil stains on the corner of his mouth with a napkin before he began to respond to the conversation at the long table where he was sitting. Most of the time, it was the allies who took the initiative to chat with him and Avella.

During those conversations, Elvira would respond to their attempts at conversation between meals.

Most of the time, the Slytherins were paying attention to the actions between 'Malfoy' and 'Little Grindelwald'. When 'Little Grindelwald' was dining, 'Malfoy' would always come slightly closer to her and talk to her. something.

I don’t know what ‘Malfoy’ said that made ‘Little Grindelwald’ chuckle.

In just one summer vacation, the relationship between the 'Malfoy' and 'Little Grindelwald' seemed to be getting closer in both actions and words.

Some pure-bloods who had visited Malfoy during the summer vacation even told their companions about the fact that 'little Grindelwald' had been living in Malfoy Manor for the entire summer vacation.

These sounds fell into Abraxas's ears word for word, but the young man just curled his lips but did not stop anything.

Why should he stop it? He is happy to see the result.