Homecoming from Hogwarts

"But--"

Hermione looked at a loss, as if she had completely panicked.It's not her fault. After all, no class at Hogwarts taught her how to deal with such a situation.

Professor Brain had already regained his composure, and with a harsh noise, he opened the door.

What hit her face was a strong smell of rotting wood that was almost suffocating. She choked and coughed repeatedly and quickly covered her mouth. Professor Blaine had already entered the classroom first. Seeing this, Hermione He suppressed the anxiety in his heart and hurriedly followed.

There was no light in the room, only the moonlight that was filtered by the curtains and became extremely light. It took Hermione some time to let her eyes adapt to the darkness. She squinted and looked carefully, and found that it was a semicircular room. The shape of the room is different from the classroom they use every day.

There is a pile of rotten wood stacked in the center of the classroom. Thinking about it, these should be the remains of the decayed tables and chairs.

Over the millennia, Hogwarts has had many such classrooms. They were once used, but were abandoned for inexplicable reasons. It may have taken hundreds of years for them to sink.The classroom they were in now would probably be abandoned for a long time, even if the view was terrible, but Hermione stepped on the floor and the soft touch returned by the accumulated dust on the ground led her to this conclusion.

A strange environment can easily make people uneasy. Hermione wanted to seek some support. She instinctively stretched out her hand to tug on Professor Blaine's sleeve, but as soon as she raised her hand, she put it down again in anger - thinking about the school's indifference to domestic children. The rights of elves were such that a pregnant elf would hide in such a place to give birth, and Hermione gritted her teeth angrily.

Amosta took out his wand and let the tip of the wand emit a soft white light. He aimed his gaze at a raised curtain, where intermittent whining and crying came from.

"Come out, little one -"

By the light of her wand, Hermione discovered that there was an obvious dark mark on the ground from the pile of rotten sawdust to the curtains. She squinted her eyes and looked carefully, and when she figured out what it was, Hermione Min's expression suddenly became worried.

That's blood!
The blood stains flowing from the house elf were mixed with the traces made by the accumulated dust on the ground. Before they came in, the house elf crawled out of the nest where he made a pile of sawdust and a few rags of cloth. Hidden behind the curtain.

House elves cannot resist the orders of their masters. At Hogwarts, the little wizards and school staff are the owners of house elves.

Then, the rotten curtain shook, and a weak little thing crawled out from behind the curtain using all four limbs.

The moment she saw the little guy clearly, Hermione immediately covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying, but her eyes still immediately sparkled.

The house elf was only wearing what looked like an apron. It was the only clothing on its body, and now, the clothes had become wet and soaked with blood.There was something protruding from the elf's lower body, and Hermione thought about it and understood what it was.

"Great, great Professor Blaine. Respect the land girl, Miss Witch--"

Even in this situation, the house elf was still shivering and holding on to the wall, trying to get up and salute them.

"Rui, Ruijia, what can I do for you?"

The house elf, who was pale all over because of excessive bleeding, said angrily.

"Lie down!"

Hermione's tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, and she shouted almost at the top of her lungs,
"Is there any way, Professor Brain, we have to help it!"

"Calm down, Miss Granger--"

Amosta glanced at Hermione and changed into a serious tone that he was accustomed to using in class. He looked at the house elf, his eyebrows raised unconsciously,
"Is your name Ruijia?"

Rega timidly nodded, but when it saw the great Professor Blaine approaching it, it suddenly panicked,
"Oh, Rega is dirty, the great Professor Blaine-"

Ruijia cried,
"Rega is not just a qualified elf. Rega has brought trouble to the great Professor Blaine and Miss Witch."

"what are you talking about!"

Hermione was almost overwhelmed by Regina. She really wanted to ask this little elf whether it knew what it was going through and why it was still apologizing to them!
"Lie down and move slowly. This is my order, Ruijia--"

Amosta glanced at the emotional Hermione and spoke in a calm voice.
"And you, Miss Granger, if you can't control your emotions, then I'm afraid I have to ask you to leave here."

Hermione's sobs were cut off. She turned her head and stared at Professor Blaine, her eyes full of disbelief and anger.

Could it be that seeing this scene, Professor Brain was not touched at all? He, like those wizards, believed that it was reasonable to use elves?
Ruijia was still sobbing softly on one side, saying that it had brought trouble to the great Professor Blaine. It was an unqualified and shameful elf, and on the other side, it had to obey the instructions given by Professor Blaine and slowly Lying on a clean, soft cushion that suddenly appeared behind it.

"Shut your mouth, don't waste your energy anymore -" Amosta gave Rega a second order. He squatted next to the elf, looked sideways for a few times, and his expression became slightly solemn. .

Hermione gasped a few times before suppressing the emotions in her heart. She knew very clearly that the only one who could make a difference here was Professor Blaine.

"What exactly is going on, Professor--"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly. She didn't even dare to look at the bloody scene. She could only stare at Professor Blaine's serious profile and Rega's painful face, her voice trembling.

"Well - according to my judgment"

After hesitating, Amosta said

"To put it simply, the baby is too big and is stuck."

"Then what should we do now?"

Facts have proved that no one is an all-rounder, there will always be things that you are not good at.

Amosta scratched his head, looking very distressed.

What serious wizard has ever done such a thing?

The house elf's child was exposed feet first. He wanted to pull out Ruijia's child directly, but he was afraid that this rough method would kill both elves.

The soft cushion Amosta had made was stained red with blood. Looking at the situation, I was afraid that the house elf wouldn't be able to hold on for long, so there wasn't much time to hesitate.

"Miss Granger—"

Professor Blaine's voice remained steady, which calmed Hermione down a lot. She gasped and said,

"What can I do, Professor?"

"this--"

Amosta fumbled around in the space bag he carried for a few times. He took out a bottle of potion with a blue halo and handed it to Hermione.

"Feeding this bottle of medicine to the elf may help it regain some energy--"

After Hermione took the potion, she hurriedly uncorked the bottle. With one hand, she carefully put it under Rega's head and gently raised it. With the other hand, she handed the potion under Rega's mouth.And this elf obviously knew what Professor Blaine and the little witch were planning to do. She looked frightened and seemed to think that the elf drinking the wizard's potion was a shameful waste.

However, Hermione didn't give it a chance to refuse. She poured the potion into the house elf's mouth without any explanation.

At the same time, Amosta stood up. He took out his wand and traced a complicated and mysterious trajectory in the space. The dreamy and bright starlight emerging from the tip of the wand floated toward Rui like falling snow. Jia, and quickly integrated into Ruijia's overwhelmed body.

Hermione didn't know what kind of magic Professor Blaine was casting, but it was obviously a magic spell related to healing. She noticed that Regina's furry pale body was regaining its color at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pair of lantern-sized In his eyes, the grayness gradually dissipated and light began to shine.

"Oh, it looks like it's working, Professor!"

Hermione exclaimed happily. She put her palm against the back of Regina's head. She could feel the elf's body that was hypothermic due to bleeding gradually warming up. She could even feel the rapid recovery in that weak body. vitality.

"You're on your own, little one—"

Professor Blaine did not interrupt the spellcasting, he looked into Rega's eyes and said.

Finally 5 minutes later--
With a high-pitched, sharp howl of pain, a little guy slipped from the mat to the floor.



(End of this chapter)