【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

She looked up at him as he was pressed against the window, her eyes almost overflowing with a smile.

She didn't answer, just looked at him.

A mania arose in Abraxas's heart, and later spread to his limbs. He wanted to look away from her like he had when he first met her.

But he found that he seemed to be unable to do it. He could no longer look away from her eyes so easily as he could at first.

The warm lake in her eyes sucked him in, wrapped him gently, eroded him, until he was eaten away bit by bit.

He was drowned in it alive, and he had no ability to resist.

Even though he had fallen to this point, the person in front of him still had no intention of rescuing him. He saw himself in her eyes.

He thought he must look extremely embarrassed at this time.

"What does Abu want?" The girl smiled slightly and raised her arms to hug his waist. Avila slightly moved closer to Abraxas, who was already close at hand, but deliberately kept the distance.

It was such a simple question, but when it fell in Abraxas's ears, it was like a whisper that tempted him to fall into the bottomless abyss.

Seduction?

No, it was voluntary, this word is more appropriate.

Just a little bit, the two bodies of a boy and girl next to the classroom window frame can fit together.

Separated by clothes and robes.

Outside the window, there is the gentle wind, the passing birds, and the slightly dazzling warm sun. On the other side of the window is a young couple who are rubbing their ears together.

"If we don't leave, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it in time for lunch." The girl chuckled and tilted her head towards him, perhaps because this posture was indeed a bit tiring. Avella leaned back and wanted to lean on the window frame for support. Own.

It just didn't work out.

Elvira felt a warm touch gradually coming from her back, and it was Abraxas who was supporting her.

"I think Miss Grindelwald must have expected that I would not want to set foot in the 'kitchen' here, if that place can be called that." Abraxas' other hand covered her face, "Really What a pity, Vivian."

Abraxas was feeling sorry, and the young man's dim eyes and long hand gradually moved down to caress the side of her neck.

There was a hint of reluctance until he finally left her.

The auditorium was still overcrowded, and noise and bustle were almost synonymous with it.

"I thought you would come later." Letoria swallowed the food in his mouth, took a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth to maintain his manners. Then he looked at Abraxas who was sitting in front of him. With Elvira.

"You missed something." In contrast, Edgar, who was one seat away, looked more decent than Letoria. He put his knife and fork back on the plate, "'Bro Werther and Bosted had a 'conflict' in the lounge."

To describe it as 'contradiction' probably beautifies the essence of this matter. 'Candice Browett' was almost pushed into the fireplace by 'Cecilia Bursted'.

They should be thankful that it wasn't set on fire, otherwise they would have witnessed another 'tragedy' happen.

In the common room, not somewhere else or in the women's dormitory area, but fortunately it was in the common room.

This scandal within Slytherin would be difficult to cover up if it were revealed.

The freshmen who had just started the semester started fighting among themselves in the college lounge. This was not a glorious thing.

"It's a pity that they were stopped." Letoria also put down the knife and fork, and he felt a little regretful, "McMillan's sister jumped out to intervene in this nosy matter, Edgar, don't you have anything to say? .”

Watching his fiancée intervene in those nosy matters, he ended up just sitting back and watching all of this.

Sometimes he really couldn't figure out what 'Edgar Nott' was thinking.

Edgar wouldn't know that if these things were taken into account, even his 'fiancé', who was only involved in a family engagement, would also be implicated.

Why on earth would he choose to do this.

"You don't want to really watch those girls make this matter a big deal." Rudolph's voice was calm, and he was handling the food in front of him with a knife and fork.

Who knows whether these words were spoken to Letoria or Edgar.

Maybe both.

"Can you tell me the reason? I'm more curious about what caused the two ladies to take action in the lounge." What the teenagers were talking about was also mixed with other things that had nothing to do with that matter. Avella Filter out the key nodes in these things.

"It was 'Bosid' who took the initiative to provoke the conflict, but if we want to investigate, we have to start from the carriage." Edgar swallowed the food in his mouth and answered Avella softly, "They had a dispute over 'concepts' The quarrel finally escalated to blood.”

"Miss Burst talked about the 'Witch Hunt' in the carriage, telling how disgusting the behavior of Muggles was - maybe she wanted others to agree with her views?" His voice was slightly strained. Long, as if he was caring about certain existences, Edgar replaced the dirty, malicious word used to describe Muggles.

"Later, I think you also know that Miss Browett publicly opposed Miss Bursted's ideas in the carriage. Later, before the separation, Miss Bursted attacked Miss Browett's bloodline." Her ideas were refuted in public. Ah, if that half-blood had any brains, he wouldn't choose to refute a pure-blood in public.

Didn't the mixed-race lady think about how much trouble she would get into after getting justice?

Bursted was only the first among those pure-bloods to take the lead in 'provoking conflicts', but he was definitely not the last.