Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 530 How to deal with it
Hermione looked at the new house elf at her feet for a while, and then at Professor Blaine, too stunned to say a word.In the quiet and dark classroom, there were only the faint pleading sounds of the elf and the sound of the night wind outside the window.

"B-but, what should I do with it, Professor Blaine?"

Hermione twitched her feet, but the elf held her feet tightly for fear of being abandoned by her.

"I can't take care of it, Professor, I have to teach."

Hermione said without tears.

"Oh, you don't have to look after it, Hermione -"

Looking at Hermione who had no idea what to do, Professor Blaine twitched the corner of his mouth.
"The vitality of a house elf is very tenacious. Even though this little guy is just born, it is fully capable of taking care of itself. Moreover, it has the complete blood magic of an elf, so--"

Professor Brain thought for a while and then said,

"You just have to give it orders—"

"give an order"

Hermione repeated blankly, and the elf at its feet was beaming with joy after hearing the word 'order'. It finally loosened Hermione's shoelaces and stood up straight, crookedly, He raised his little head and widened his clear eyes, which accounted for almost one-third of his face.
"Master Granger, order. Serve!"

"It knows my name!" Hermione said in surprise.

"Of course it knows your name. When you gave the clothes to this little guy, a mysterious contract was concluded between you. Speaking of which, you should give this little guy a name. This is your obligation."

Professor Brain took a few steps back, leaving Hermione to face the new elf alone.

Hermione instinctively wanted to refuse. It was not her duty to name the little one, but his mother's. But thinking about Regina who left without any regrets, Hermione pursed her lips tightly.The inheritance method of house elves simply advanced her imagination. These little creatures were more pitiful than she imagined, and their enslavement was more severe.

"Okay, name, let me think about it—"

Hermione gasped, staring at the elf who seemed to be born knowing how to express humility like a wizard, with anger flashing in his orange pupils.

"Dongmu--"

After thinking for a few seconds, Hermione suddenly said,
"If you don't mind, you can call this--"

Amosta raised an eyebrow.

Dom - the ancient rune pronunciation of 'freedom'.

"Dong——mu——"

The elf imitated the word inarticulately, and its waist bent deeper, but the excitement of this little guy could still be felt from its two big ears.

"The name was given by the great and kind Master Granger, Winter--M--, Master!"

Tom tilted his little head and could only stare at Hermione's knees.
"What can Dom do for the great Mistress Granger? Dom will always belong to the great Mistress Granger!"

"Don't say that!"

Hermione shouted angrily and vehemently,

"I'm not your master, Dongmu, I. I just gave you some clothes and gave you a name. That's all. You don't belong to anyone. Understand, you are free. You can do whatever you want." Of course you are willing to do it, if you want to find your mother, no problem, I will help you find it!"

However, Hermione's fierce reaction was indeed met with an even fiercer response from Dom. This little guy who couldn't even speak clearly clearly immediately threw himself at Hermione's feet, with tears streaming down his eyes. Hermione's pants were all wet.

"Oh, don't cry, Dongmu, I-"

"Master Granger gave the order!"

Tom, who had been crying profusely just now, immediately jumped up and stared at Hermione excitedly.

Hermione opened her mouth and looked at Professor Blaine blankly.

"It is the destiny of house elves to serve wizards. This idea is deeply rooted-" Amosta looked calm. He saw that Hermione wanted to refute, so he continued, "This matter is not as you see it. It's so simple, this kind of servitude is hidden deep in the soul of the house elf and passed down to the next generation through the bloodline."

"But this is no reason for us to ignore the unfair treatment they suffered!"

Hermione rubbed her neck and said stubbornly,
"I can't believe wizards treat them like this. They are independent beings. They should work for themselves. They should have holidays and be paid. They, oh, Hogwarts actually let a baby that is about to have a baby House elves do the heavy chores!”

Hermione glared at Professor Blaine angrily,
"The school should pay them, Professor Blaine, and they should also enjoy various holidays. This is the right they deserve!"

Looking at the little witch with fried hair, Professor Blaine looked a little helpless.
"From the bottom of my heart, I think what you said makes sense, Miss Granger, but considering the actual situation, this matter is not as simple as you think. First of all, well, you want to raise a child for your family. For elves to fight for their rights, first of all, you have to convince them to accept it, right?" Hermione frowned and thought seriously.

"I must go back, Miss Granger—"

After Hermione succeeded in shutting up, Amosta also breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his stomach and muttered,

"I missed two meals today, I have to find myself something to eat--"

"Wait, Professor Blaine--"

Hermione raised her head, her tone becoming flustered again,
"But the elf Dom, what should I do? I...I can't find a place. I mean, I have to go to school to teach-"

"what--"

Amosta stopped. It was indeed a bit unseemly for a student to be followed by a house elf all day long, shouting "Master, serve". After thinking about it, Amosta said in a deep voice. ,

"If you don't want it to follow you, I suggest you let it go to the kitchen to work with other house elves. There are many of its companions there. I believe it will be very happy there."

"Working? Dom was born less than half an hour ago, Professor Blaine!"

Looking at the little witch who was determined to regard herself as a cruel exploiter, Amosta shrugged.

"In that case, just place it in the dormitory. The school rules don't say that students are not allowed to adopt house elves, right?"

After saying this, Amosta left the classroom directly, leaving behind only the frantic little witch and a house elf whose eyes were full of her.

"Where's Hermione?"

As the night progressed, Harry and Ron were lying on a table near the fireplace in the common room doing homework. They spent two hours talking nonsense before finally completing the fortune chart for the next month arranged by Professor Trelawney. Then Ron had nothing to do, but Harry took out another piece of brand new parchment, sucking on his quill while thinking about his PE paper.

Thesis on dueling is unprecedented at Hogwarts. There is no precedent to draw from. Harry can only do it by himself. However, Harry feels that he still has some talent in dueling and does not need help from others. After listening to Professor Blaine's After the theory, he did have some thoughts.

After thinking for a while, Harry began to write, while Ron's eyes wandered around. He scanned the huge common room and suddenly asked,
"I haven't seen her all night, even in the library. It's time for Mrs. Pince to chase her away--"

Harry was surprised that Ron actually remembered the librarian's name, because it took him a few seconds to remember who Mrs. Pince was, even though they met every day at dinner.

"do not know--"

Harry said casually that he thought Hermione was just reading and lost track of time, and there was nothing to worry about. This was not the first time.

Ron glanced at Harry a few times. He knew that Harry was writing a paper for physical education class. Neville at the other end of the common room was also doing the same thing. One night, Neville had bitten the hair off his quill. , and haven’t finished it yet.

At this moment, the portrait of the Fat Lady suddenly opened, and Ron immediately looked over there. Sure enough, it was Hermione who had returned from the library. Ron raised his eyebrows, ready to say hello to Hermione, but As soon as his hand was raised halfway, it froze in mid-air, and his eyebrows also tightened.

"Oh, what happened to her?"

Hermione looked very unusual. A large piece of the hem of her robe was torn off. The schoolbag she usually carried behind her back was now held in her arms. Hermione looked as if she had just stolen something. Her eyebrows looked very... Terrified.

Harry glanced away casually, and then his eyes hardened, obviously realizing that something was wrong with Hermione.

When Hermione walked into the common room, she immediately spotted Harry and Ron in front of the fireplace. She walked towards the two boys, pretending as if nothing had happened, but Neville, who was in a daze, also spotted Hermione. Something is being hidden.

"what happened?"

Hermione, who was sweating profusely, had just sat down, and Ron couldn't wait to ask. He stared at the schoolbag held in Hermione's arms with a look of doubt on his face.

"Don't tell us that you went to steal something?"

Hermione gouged out Ron's eyes hard. This guy didn't know that she went to find Professor Blaine for him tonight, and then came back to find a big trouble for herself.

"I need help!"

Hermione looked around guiltily, then took a deep breath and said.





(End of this chapter)