【HP】Elvira’s Unicorn Garden

"Look, those stupid lions, they even brought a banner." Letoria explained something to Serena Shafik and then returned to her seat in the stands.

"But I think you are more like a stupid lion with a head full of splendens than those Gryffindors." Edgar picked up his long-handled glasses and kept paying attention to the situation on the field. He didn't know what he thought of and thought for a moment. He removed some of the long-handled glasses in his hands and said, "You can step aside, you are blocking Avila."

Letoria seemed to have never noticed how much taller she was than Elvira, and was even making fun of the banners held by the group of Gryffindors.

The little girl looked at his elbow blocking the field of vision that her long-handled glasses could see, and after removing her glasses, he blocked it again.

They all noticed that Elvira even called him a few times. Even though the stands were noisy during the Quidditch match, Letoria was right next to Elvira.

"Didn't anyone tell them that holding a banner is stupid?" Before the game started, Letoria was concentrating on looking at the extremely conspicuous banner with her long-handled glasses, and sarcastically said a few words from time to time.

"I think Mr. Greengrass is more of a fool. I don't think anyone will refute this." The black curly haired boy said in a casual tone, and he put down his long-handled glasses.

Abraxas has exchanged seats with Avella. The person sitting next to him is now Avella, but the blond boy is still beside Avella.

In other words, the person sitting next to Letoria now is Abraxas.

Abraxas held the handles of two pairs of long-handled glasses in his hand, one of which belonged to Elvira without having to guess.

Letoria, who finally withdrew his attention from the competition, noticed something was different. He turned his head and found the blond boy sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry, Elvira." Letoria realized what had just happened, and an apology appeared on her cheeks.

"It's okay." The little girl shook her head, fiddling with the two pairs of long-handled glasses she had just taken from Abraxas.

The little girl's woolen shawl cloak was a little loose, and even the hood had slipped down. Snowflakes stayed on the top of the little girl's hair and shawl.

"Vivian." The blond boy called her softly.

"Abu...?" The little girl turned sideways slightly, a little dazed.

But the blond boy didn't seem to be planning to say anything. He just lowered his eyes and raised his long knuckles to smooth the soft hair on the little girl's forehead, brushing away the snowflakes from her hair and even her clothes.

Abraxas retied the wool shawl for Elvira, gently lifted the wool hood on the shawl, put it on the little girl and arranged it carefully for her.

The little girl lowered her eyes and stared at the young man's hand adjusting the strap on her chest. She raised her head slightly and unexpectedly fell into the gentle gray-blue spring eyes.

"Abu." Avila softly shouted the name that only she could call, but she bit the tip of her tongue unconsciously just after she said it.

I seemed to have subconsciously called Abu just now, for no other reason.

"I'm here." The blond boy responded to her warmly, "As long as Vivian calls me, I will be there."

The little girl's lips murmured but she couldn't make any sound. She lowered her eyes and slightly clenched the long-handled glasses in her hands.

Referee Professor Maple Urie sounded the order, and the last Quidditch match before Christmas began.

The whistle blew and the players from both sides took action.

On the other side of the Slytherin team, the tall, thin boy flew forward on his broom at extremely fast speeds almost as soon as the gunfire rang out.

Travers' target was spot on, the Golden Snitch.

He and the Golden Snitch have always seemed to have some kind of special connection. He can always judge where the Golden Snitch is as soon as the game starts.

Travers was targeted by the enemy team almost every time.

The Gryffindor players looked at each other, and following the tactics they had practiced countless times, two of the three chasers blocked Travers' side almost from the beginning.

In the stands, the scene on the field almost made the spectators gasp.

Travers was sandwiched between the two Gryffindor chasers and could hardly move!

Some people breathed a sigh of relief, and some people were happy and excited.

An oval object flying at extremely fast speeds in the air hit Travers. Behind it was a Gryffindor batter who had just put away his bat.

"Yaxley!" Alice and Tom were chasing the Quaffle and couldn't get away from Travers.

Yaxley nodded and controlled the broom to fly behind Travers. He took the bat and knocked away the Bludger flying towards Travers and hit it towards one of the people surrounding Travers. Sri Lanka's chaser.

The Gryffindor pursuer hurriedly turned sideways and narrowly avoided the attack of the Bludger. The man quickly glanced at his teammates who were struggling with Alice and Tom, clenching the broom in their hands and chasing after them. To Travers.

"Thanks!" Travers chuckled a few times, turned around and misplaced his position. Travers turned sideways and controlled the broom flight to perfectly avoid another Bludger that was hit.

The Bludger hit one of the opponent's Chasers.

"In! Ten points for Slytherin!" the Ravenclaw announcer's excited voice sounded in the stands, "Slytherin's batters Grindelwald and Riddle used roundabout tactics to confuse Gryffindor. The Chaser 'Dennis Frow'! In this exciting chase, the Quaffle was passed to Riddle by Grindelwald! Riddle successfully broke out of the blockage and scored the Quaffle. Hit the opponent’s door knocker!”

"'Alice Grindelwald' and 'Tom Riddle' gave Slytherin a good start!"

There were shouts from the Slytherin side, and the Gryffindor side lost a lot of its arrogance. However, it didn't take long for them to cheer for the Gryffindor players on the field with even more ardent enthusiasm.

This is the passion of young people, isn't it? It doesn't matter the school or the place of origin.

A passion unique to young people.

"Slytherin's second Quaffle! No! Gryffindor's goalkeeper 'Dennis Frow' passed the Quaffle to the shooter 'Jordan Howard' at the last moment!" Announcer Ren He couldn't help but stand up and let out an exclamation. He excitedly reported what he saw in front of him, "In! In! Gryffindor won another ten points!"

On the field, Travers, who was out of the opponent's control, flew straight and quickly towards a bright spot in the distance, which was the Golden Snitch reflected in the sun!

"Travers of Slytherin discovered the Golden Snitch!" A Gryffindor Chaser and a Beater quickly flew to Travers' side, while in front of Travers It's one of the opponent's chasers.

We can't let that Travers steal the Golden Snitch!