Hogwarts Homecoming

The newborn house elf is about the size of two or three goblins. The body hair is milky white and very soft, and the skin is pink. The little guy, who was finally born after a lot of setbacks, rolled down the mat to the ground. It closed its eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

"oh--"

Looking at this cute little guy, Hermione burst into tears. She covered her mouth, with big teardrops hanging on her eyelashes, as if she had witnessed a miracle happen, and she held back her sobs and said,

"It's incredible--"

Amosta didn't speak. He stared at the newborn house elf with solemn brows and remained silent.

"It's a little girl, isn't it?"

Hermione said excitedly,

"It looks exactly like its mother!"

Amosta glanced at Hermione and pursed his lips helplessly. Then, he squatted down, stretched out a finger, and poked the elf's belly with some force.

"Oh, it's resting!"

Hermione immediately cast an angry look at Professor Blaine,

"Don't touch it!"

A few black lines appeared on Amosta's forehead. He continued to poke and rub the elf's belly with his fingers. However, the elf's eyes were closed tightly and there was no reaction. Moreover, its pink and translucent skin gradually turned red and became red. Shifting towards deep purple.

Hermione was anxious to grab Professor Blaine's hand, but Professor Blaine blocked it with his elbow.

"Look carefully, Miss Granger--"

Professor Blaine said in a deep voice,

"This elf isn't sleeping, it's suffocated -"

asphyxia? !

Hermione was stunned, and quickly looked carefully at the elf lying on the ground. At this glance, she did find something wrong. This newborn elf's chest did not rise at all!

Could it be that all their efforts just now were in vain. In the end, they still failed to save this miserable house elf mother and son. Hermione's face was pale, as if she had been struck by lightning.

At this time, the house elf Rika, who had been on the verge of life and death, climbed up weakly. Many emotions flashed through her big lantern-like eyes, including confusion, fear, and pleading. In the end, it remained silent. Just stared blankly at Professor Blaine.

To be honest, Amosta really didn't know how wizards solved this situation. Many thoughts ran through his mind, and in the end, he decided to use the Muggle method.

"I'm not sure I can save it--"

Hermione heard Professor Braine say this to Rega, and then she saw Professor Braine use his hand to remove the sticky liquid from the corner of the elf's mouth. Then, Professor Braine held the newborn elf's body and pulled the little elf away. The guy picked it up and turned it over, patting its back with the other hand, stopping to rub it for a while.

"This is the Muggle way!"

Hermione, who was born in the Muggle world, had never seen such popular science programs on TV. After watching it a few times, she immediately recognized it and exclaimed excitedly,

"Will it work, Professor Blaine?"

Amosta answered the former question with his nose, but remained silent on the latter question. He concentrated on what he was doing, ignoring Hermione who was chattering about the programs he had watched on TV.

In the decayed and dilapidated classroom, the rustling movement never stops. Death and life are eagerly waiting for the final outcome. Hermione had never experienced such a long and painful wait. She stood aside and looked anxiously at Professor Blaine who was rescuing him, but she couldn't do anything to help.

There was still no movement from the newborn elf. At the end, even Hermione's orange pupils were filled with despair. She was filled with sadness and turned her gaze towards Professor Blaine's hand as if under a petrification spell. Ruijia, the newborn elf on.

Ahem——

Just when dark despair was about to completely envelope Hermione's heart, she suddenly heard a slight cough, paused for a moment, and then the movements became more intense. Professor Blaine made Hermione understand that the voice just now was not an auditory hallucination. !

Ouch!

The sound of childish vomiting rang through her ears like the sound of nature, making Hermione feel as if the whole world in front of her had lit up as she stretched out her head from the dark classroom.

"Live!"

Hermione cheered loudly, jumping up and down with joy, tears flying everywhere on her cheeks.

But strangely, Professor Brain didn't look particularly happy. He squinted his eyes and stared at the house elf that had finally come to life in his palm. There was an obscure light shining in his lavender pupils, but no one noticed.

"for you--"

Amosta leaned down and handed the elf back to its mother.

The elf named Ruijia was holding her child in her arms. It still seemed to be in a state of shock and fear. After instinctively taking the child, it still bowed in a daze.

"It needs a dress!"

Hermione gasped and yelled. She looked around and couldn't find anything that could be used as clothes except for the curtains with bug holes everywhere. She bit her lip and thought for a few seconds. Hermione took out her wand and cut it with one round. Curse cut a piece of fabric from his robe and carefully covered it on the newborn elf. Unexpectedly, Professor Blaine raised his eyebrows when he saw this scene.

"Respected master——"

Suddenly an extremely childish and timid voice sounded in the classroom. This voice was made by the newborn elf. It struggled to fall from Ruijia's arms to the ground. It staggered several times when it tried to stand for the first time. It almost fell, but it managed to stand up straight, holding the piece of cloth Hermione gave it, bowing its waist respectfully, and said to Hermione.

"Oh, it can talk!"

Hermione started and cried out in dismay.

"Unlike human babies, some magical creatures are equipped with complete consciousness and racial skills after birth. They use blood as a bond to spread experience-"

Amosta looked at Hermione whose views were subverted and said calmly.

"It's amazing--"

Hermione said enthusiastically, but suddenly, her expression changed when she realized something. She took two steps back a little frightened, looking at the newborn elf in horror.

"I, I, you are mistaken, little one, I am not your master!"

"Oh, I'm afraid it wasn't mistaken, Miss Granger -"

Professor Brain said calmly,

"House elves only get clothes in two situations. The first is when they are dismissed by their original owner, and their master gives them a piece of clothing, and the second is when they recognize their owner. , you will get one. Under normal circumstances, this dress will accompany the house elf throughout his life. So, congratulations, Miss Granger, you have obtained a house elf."

"No!"

Hermione screamed in panic,

"I don't, I don't need a house elf, and I don't want to be the master of anything!"

Before Hermione could finish her words, the new-born elf, unable to even walk steadily, threw itself at Hermione's feet. It let out humble sobs and pleas.

"Master, don't drive me away, I belong to the master."

At this moment, another thing happened that caught Hermione off guard.

The house elf Regga took a deep look at the child kneeling at Hermione's feet. She gasped a few times and asked with great respect,

"The great Professor Blaine. And the respected Miss Granger, is there anything that Rica can do for you?"

"What?"

Hermione cried out,

"What service? Oh, I don't need it. Wait, you need to rest, Ruijia, do you still plan to continue working? And your child!"

"there is none left--"

Professor Brain said in a calm voice.

So, Regal bowed respectfully to Amosta and Hermione, and with a crisp bang, the house elf Regal disappeared into this corrupt and dilapidated classroom.

"Where did it go?"

A stunned Hermione said in a babble-like tone.

"Maybe back to the kitchen to tend to the stove, maybe to clean up, or do the laundry for the students and staff in this castle--"

Professor Brain pursed his lips and said in a complicated tone.

"But its children."

Hermione opened her mouth and almost squeezed out the words from her throat.

"Haha, Miss Granger--"

Professor Brain used a complicated laugh to cover up the heaviness in his heart.

"You don't think that house elves have the same tradition of caring for cubs as humans. Oh, of course -"

Professor Brain lowered his head and looked at the new elf who was holding onto Hermione's shoelaces.

"If their offspring do not find an owner immediately, they will help take care of them until the cubs find a wizard who is willing to accept them."