【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

"Perhaps you should learn to speak less about me." After the Gryffindors left, Letoria walked to Rudolph with a gloomy face, "They are stupid, blind and arrogant! Before we investigate clearly, Just put the blame on me for the whole story!”

"If you reacted faster, maybe these troubles wouldn't come to you." Rawlis said with a strong sarcastic tone, "You never learn to react before things happen."

"But even the professors saw the whole story clearly! And they only believe what they believe!" Letoria was depressed, but there was indeed a reason why he was found for these things.

It is difficult to control a flying broomstick after it is out of control, especially for beginners. In addition, the brooms here are all from the Sideswipe series that should have been eliminated. The control performance of the Sideswipe series is not as good as that of the Comet.

When the Gryffindor collided with him on his uncontrollable broomstick, he could completely control the direction of his broomstick.

Letoria's angle of turning the broomstick was extremely biased. In addition, Letoria was in Slytherin House, which has always been criticized, and she came from a pure-blood family——

From the perspective of those Gryffindors, what they saw was that Letoria was deliberately trying to knock the Muggle girl down.

"I wonder what they will say about me, a first-year person who murdered a Muggle girl from Gryffindor just after school started?" Letoria could almost imagine how those boring and stupid people would log this matter into the account. 'Hogwarts Daily'.

The words 'Mudblood' in his throat were swallowed suddenly when he touched the little girl next to Abraxas.

"Public opinion represents the views of the majority of people, but it does not mean that it is correct." Abraxas raised his hand and rubbed the top of Avella's hair, his gray-blue eyes lowered to the little girl's robe fixed on her head. On the two golden tassel badges, "Think before you make a decision, and kill it before it sprouts."

"You are impulsive, Letoria." Orion frowned, "You don't have to pay attention to them at all. You can completely ignore them when they add stupid ideas to you."

Slytherin will do whatever it takes to win, but he will never choose a method that damages his own honor.

The matter lasted almost until Wednesday before it was truly brought under control.

Since then, the mutual dislike between Slytherin and Gryffindor has only escalated to a new level.

But these two colleges seem to have always been like this, don't they?

After herbal medicine class on Wednesday morning, the only classes left for that day were flying classes and transfiguration in the afternoon.

Since then, Elvira has also been particularly fond of holding books about transfiguration, sometimes to the point of forgetfulness.

Tutorials on Defense Against the Dark Arts had already begun on Monday. Tom, Alice, and Wendy took turns tutoring the little girl on Defense Against the Dark Arts.

During the day, she had guidance from young boys, and at night, she had tutoring from older sisters and a being whom Elvira had no idea how to treat.

In the afternoon, Avella was lying in her room previewing the content of the next class. The little girl enjoyed the 'rustling' sound produced by turning the pages of the book with her knuckles at this moment.

Enjoy the surging lake water reflecting the light and sparkling sound of the arched glass on the tatami and the dark green stone wall.

After turning the pages of the book with his knuckles, he would occasionally raise his hand to hook the tassels of the bed curtain, and then sway back and forth in a very small arc a few times.

"Miss Grindelwald." The door was knocked slowly twice, and the voice at the door seemed to pause and said, "Malfoy and the others are waiting for you."

The door was opened from the inside, and the little girl poked her little head through the crack in the door and stared at the girl in front of her. She thought for a moment before remembering the last name of the brown-haired girl in front of her, "Thank you, Miss Travers."

"No...you're welcome, I, I'll go find my friends first and see you later, Miss Grindelwald..." The brown-haired girl's face could not suppress a slight blush.

The back of Roselle Travers leaving in a hurry looked more like a hasty escape. Merlin and Miss Grindelwald were not at all what she expected.

There was no raised chin or disdain as expected. It was not as intimidating as the two Grindelwald seniors, nor was it like people like Malfoy and Gaunt who gave her a sense of fear that made her want to stay away.

Could an ancient pure-blood family like Grindelwald, which had ruled vassals for generations, be able to raise such a clean person?