【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

Rawlis did not answer Rodolfo's 'provocation' that day.

Lestrange wanted to tear open Gaunt's scars and show them in their bloody appearance, but he failed.

Even if the Slytherin student died under that curse and died in front of their eyes, it had nothing to do with him.

People are always selfish, whether it is the father or him.

Just like his father killed his mother to get the so-called 'Philosopher's Stone', this madman listened to those beasts and wanted to take the 'Philosopher's Stone' out of his mother's belly.

On his son's birthday, he killed his wife.

A few days after that incident, Elvira once again met Anivei Hailut who came to visit Freder Asmison in the hospital wing.

She came to the hospital wing and handed over the potion she had taken to Mrs. Morris, which was a sample of a small bottle. The little girl declined the company of the teenagers.

"The crescent-shaped, cold, round and translucent white ones are the 'Moon Buds', but they are actually the fruits of the 'White Apple Tree'. You may come into contact with this plant in future herbal medicine classes."

The kind-faced lady lovingly rubbed the top of the little girl's hair in front of her, "This is the tuber of the 'Eggplant Vine'. It's very cute, isn't it? But because it resembles a strawberry, people also call it 'Ground Berry'."

These two things are also the goals of the little girl's trip, which have been approved by the principal's office.

"It smells weird... Madam." The little girl clenched the basket in her hand, her eyes full of resistance to the two things in the basket.

"My dear, I know that they do not taste good. There have been scholars who couldn't help but taste them because they looked so delicious."

Mrs. Morris put the last eggplant vine tuber into the little girl's basket and said with a smile: "Wherever the 'White Apple Tree' grows, people will definitely find the 'White Apple Tree' wrapped around it. 'Eggplant Vine', but 'White Apple Tree' is not so easy to find."

Scholars have tried countless times to cultivate a 'white apple tree', but they all ended in failure.

The ripe white apple tree fruits will emit a faint fluorescence at night. At a glance, they look like countless small crescent moons hanging on the tree. This is where the beautiful name "Moon Bud" comes from.

"Aunt Maurice, Miss Grindelwald, maybe my arrival did not disturb you." Two knocks came from the door. The Slytherin girl with short black hair was standing quietly at the door of the hospital wing, looking at they.

"Anneway, Mr. Asmison has left the hospital wing this morning." Mrs. Morris sighed softly, her kind eyebrows full of complexity, "Perhaps you would like to accompany Miss Grindelwald. , I’m going to the principal’s office to explain something.”

This child was so lonely that she never saw any other Slytherins around this child.

It's never a good thing to be alone in Slytherin, and she also hopes that Anneway can really make a friend.

Before the dark-haired girl could respond, Mrs. Morris had already set off and left the hospital wing.

The little girl was at a loss as she held the basket containing potion ingredients in her hand.

"Miss Grindelwald, don't you have anything to ask me?" The black-haired girl walked to the bed beside Elvira and sat down, putting her hands behind her to support herself, "For example, why should I fight?" Injuring him means Asmison, and the curse, but I think the last one can be ignored, after all, you are a Grindelwald."

"There is nothing I can be curious about, Miss Hailut." The little girl shook her head slowly, her gray-blue eyes quietly observing the 'moon buds' in the basket.

She didn't know the protagonist of the story, whether it was the girl in front of her or the boy who was cursed.

Once people become curious, they will inevitably choose to meddle in other people's business. This is what Letoria said.

Although it doesn't sound very nice, it's true.

The curtains in the hospital wing were drawn up to block out the light from the outside world.

The same is true in the lounge, but there is no sparkling sound of rolling waves.