Hogwarts Homecoming

"Oh, no!"

Hermione replied nervously. She was so frightened that she didn't even realize what she was saying, but Professor Blaine's calm purple eyes seemed to be able to detect all lies. Hermione lowered her head, her face red as if bleeding, she supported He hesitated and said,

"And Seamus and Dean Lavender, a lot of people are regretting giving up gym class, Professor Blaine, if you are willing to give them another chance--"

Hermione couldn't speak anymore. Professor Blaine's calm gaze was like a mountain pressing on her head, making it impossible for her to raise her head.

In the suffocating silence, there was a faint whine. This whine was as weak as the breeze blowing across the face. Hermione didn't hear it, but Amosta was looking towards a dilapidated classroom with a rusty door shaft. He looked slightly touched.

"Of course Ron regrets this too, he. They didn't expect -"

"Didn't expect my class to be interesting?"

Professor Brain withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

Hermione's heart suddenly felt uneasy, and she had already anticipated Professor Braine's answer. As expected, Professor Braine sighed softly and said slowly,

"Your noble character is touching, Hermione, but I think you must have known what my reply would be before you spoke to me, right?"

Hermione's cheeks were red, her slightly longer front teeth were biting her lower lip, and there was already some bloodshot eyes. This was indeed a very difficult thing for her. First of all, she actually clearly understood that she could not help Ron get an opportunity from Professor Blaine. Secondly, she had always followed the rules, but this time she took the initiative to find Professor Blaine, hoping that he could subvert the rules.

“Everyone wants to become better, but many times, hard work alone cannot solve problems——”

Professor Brain said earnestly,

"We also need the assistance of vision, wisdom, luck, opportunity, and a series of other factors before we can get the chance to change our destiny. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hermione nodded hard.

What Professor Brain was saying was that the students who dropped out of the course lacked what he was talking about.

Looking at Hermione who was depressed and with red eyes, Amosta pursed her lips and continued,

"Life is a very wonderful journey, Hermione, and no one can determine how to spend it happily and meaningfully.

Perhaps, you now think that your friends who gave up my course lost a precious opportunity and it was a terrible loss. But if you can look at the problem from a higher perspective, maybe this is actually a good thing for them. Good thing, so I think you don’t need to care too much about this matter. Everyone’s life can only be controlled by themselves, and you can’t interfere—"

Professor Brain's words made Hermione confused. For her, only by becoming better can she reflect her own value and be happy. For a young wizard of this age, mediocrity is also very scary. Yes, she couldn't understand how could losing such a precious opportunity be a good thing for Ron?

"Well!"

Hermione was in a trance, and she was still trying to understand what Professor Blaine said, but at this moment, what Hermione had only regarded as the whistling of the breeze through the corridor window, which had been intermittently before, suddenly became clear. Let her hear that this is not the sound of wind at all, but a painful whine.

Hermione looked a little panicked. She quickly turned back to look at the cobweb-covered classroom door behind her and opened her mouth quietly.

"Who's in the room?"

No one answered, but the painful whining continued. Hermione could hear the people in the classroom trying their best to suppress their whining, but the pain had obviously exceeded the limit of endurance, and there was no way to rely on willpower. inhibition.

"Anyone hurt?"

Hermione stepped back, the blood on her face faded, her face turned pale, she couldn't help but pull Professor Blaine's sleeve, and asked tremblingly.

"oh--"

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched a few times, and he looked speechless.

"No one was injured. How should I put it? This kind of situation is indeed quite rare. It is also the first time I have encountered it, but now that I have encountered it."

Amosta frowned,

"It's true that we can't ignore it——"

what is going on?

Hermione raised her little head and stared at Professor Braine's face. She had never seen the confident and calm Professor Braine speak in such an embarrassing tone. What happened in this classroom that made Professor Braine so embarrassed? The professors all looked so embarrassed.

"There's something going on inside, Hermione. I have to go in and deal with it. Look -"

Hermione was stunned. She didn't expect Professor Blaine to drive her away unexpectedly, and she couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes. Hermione nodded slightly. No matter what, she walked slowly in the direction of where she came from. No matter what, she didn't need to worry about Professor Blaine, whether it was in Hogwarts or in the magical world outside. , nothing can hurt him, probably--

"Can I ask what's going on inside, Professor Blaine?"

Hermione walked forward slowly, but suddenly, she stopped unexpectedly, turned her head to look at Professor Blaine, who was rolling up his sleeves, and asked coldly.

Click——

The rusty door handle broke directly, and there was a panic and rustling movement in the classroom where the hands could not be seen. Amosta was about to push the door open and go in, but Hermione suddenly stopped and asked. end.

"oh--"

Glancing at the little witch who was looking at him with a worried expression, Amosta pondered for a few seconds and said in an incomprehensible tone,

"There's a house elf hiding in the classroom—"

"House Elf!"

The little witch's beautiful facial features suddenly opened up. Hermione was breathless in surprise and repeated it subconsciously.

"Yes--"

Amosta nodded slightly.

"This house elf is, well, probably in labor and, well, probably having a difficult delivery. I'm afraid she won't be able to survive this without help."

House Elf. Difficult birthplace.

In the darkness, Hermione opened her mouth in shock.

"But why is it here!"

Hermione completely forgot about Professor Blaine's request for her to leave. Her movements when she ran over were much more agile than when she left. She ran to Professor Blaine in a few steps, her bright orange eyes wide open.

"Why no one helped it, Madam Pomfrey, but shouldn't it, shouldn't it go to the school hospital?!"

"The hospital is here to serve the staff and you little wizards, Miss Granger -"

Professor Blaine was amused by Hermione's appearance. He chuckled and said,

"House elves are not the ones served by the hospital—"

"Oh, no one cares about them!"

Hermione immediately remembered the old Kreacher who prepared sumptuous food for them at Sirius's house, and how, on the night of the Quidditch final, he did nothing wrong even though he had done nothing wrong. Complying with the order resulted in being accidentally burned and seriously injured by Professor Brain's magic. As a result, Winky was ruthlessly abandoned by the director of the International Magical Cooperation Department, Barty Crouch, a house elf.

Hermione shouted angrily,

"Oh, even if Hogwarts is like the outside and doesn't give house elves holidays and wages, someone should consider this situation, Hagrid. It should go to Hagrid. Hagrid has a unique love for magical creatures. Zhong, he will always help them. I, I will go find him now!"

"Objectively speaking, Hagrid's passion is for those magical animals that look very dangerous, and creatures like house elves, I'm afraid he doesn't have much interest--"

Amosta said rationally,

"Don't bother, Hermione. By the time you call Hagrid over, the poor house elf inside will probably be dead already. Let me see if I can provide some help to this elf -"