【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

The fire in the fireplace was still burning brightly, and the sizzling sound of the flames burning wood was extremely noticeable in the lounge.

The fireplace does not play a big role in the lounge. In comparison, wizards prefer to cast a few more warmth spells on themselves or wear an extra piece of clothing.

The flying lesson on Monday afternoon was taken with Ravenclaw. As usual, the teenagers rode broomsticks to 'fly' and embrace the sky and freedom.

Elvira sat under the tall cypress tree with a book in her hands. The cypress tree's branches and leaves were very lush, which effectively isolated the pedestrians who stopped from the wind and snow.

The wand sat quietly on the grass next to the little girl. The sunlight falling through the branches and leaves fell on the wand, and the refracted light gathered at the tail of the wand.

The tail end of the elder tree was shielded by the sunlight and murmured to the little girl again and again, as if she was nostalgic, but also seemed to be lamenting the similarity with her predecessors.

After all, it was just an Elder Wand that was gathering dust in the highest attic.

Except for that man and the current little girl, no one among Grindelwald's ancestors could surrender to this 'old guy'.

After its master died, it never saw anyone in Grindelwald who was more like the master of Ilya than the 'little master'.

Isn't it a rare thing that is waiting to be realized?

A wind blew through the fine snow, blowing up the little girl's hair. Even though she had several warmth spells cast on her body and was wearing very thick clothes, she still couldn't help but flinch when facing the cold wind.

"You don't have to come to this class at all. Sister Grindelwald can ask for leave for you." The young man's voice sounded after him, and the man's footsteps got closer and closer to Avella until--

Rawlis took off his robe in an attempt to shield the man from the cold, but he was just about to miss it when the little girl stood up holding the book and took a small step back.

The young man froze in his movements and silently took the robe back and folded it at his elbow.

"I don't want Rawlis to get sick." The little girl pursed her lips and hugged the books tightly in her arms. Avella's voice was so soft that it was easily blown away by the wind and snow.

The girl's clean eyes subconsciously looked behind the black-haired boy in an attempt to see the man walking towards her, but no matter how she looked at the tall figure of the blond boy, he did not appear behind him.

Maybe it was because of the cold weather. She missed him very much now and wanted to see Abu very much.

"I'll take you back, Avila." Rawlis took a step forward in the direction of the girl and said, "There's something going on over there with Abraxas, so I can't get away for the time being."

Abraxas was supposed to come looking for Elvira after class, but some unexpected accidents always interrupted the current plan.

The girl pursed her lips and shook her head to say goodbye to him. She picked up the wand and hurried to where she thought the boy would be.

There was a trace of bitterness in the heart of the black-haired boy, but he did not try to stop it. The boy watched quietly as the man's figure became farther and farther away from him, until he disappeared from sight.

Avella could always hear passers-by whispering about "Slytherin" when she came all the way, especially "Someone had an argument with a blond boy from Slytherin, and the boy was injured" and so on.

Abu never gets into arguments with others, but when he hears keywords such as 'Slytherin', 'blond', 'teenager' and 'injured', he can't help but start to feel worried.

What if...it's Abu...

The girl's face began to turn pale, and she wanted to go to the hospital wing to confirm, but her legs began to weaken due to extreme worry, and she could not walk.

The anxious girl squatted on the snow with her book in her arms and sobbed softly.

Someone was rushing in from afar, and the heavy sound of their steps on the snow reached the girl's ears from far to near.

Finally, the man stopped beside her.

"I apologize to you, Vivian." The young man's voice was very soft, and there was even a little vibrato at the end of the sentence, "I'm late."

The figure squatting on the snow and sobbing softly was like a sharp thorn piercing his flesh and blood. The pain was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe.

Elvira stood up tremblingly and raised her gray-blue eyes that had begun to turn red, her white lips trembling slightly, and the next moment the girl threw herself into Abraxas's arms and held her tightly. The blond boy.

At that moment, all the worries and fears turned into emotions, and they kept pouring out in the form of tears.

Abraxas subconsciously hugged Avila tightly in his arms. The young man said nothing, but quietly comforted the person in his arms.

Vivian's even small sadness made him extremely distressed.

Now, Vivian was left sobbing in the cold snowy weather because she was worried about him.

Every sob and whimper of that man was like a curse, shattering his heart completely one after another.

Abraxas' voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help but hug Elvira in his arms tighter.

The young man wanted to transfer the warmth from his body to the person in his arms.