"Oh, it's not!"

Hermione replied nervously, so frightened that she didn't even realize what she was saying, but Professor Bryan's calm purple eyes seemed to be able to detect all lies, and Hermione hung her head, blushing as if she was dripping blood, and she said in a stumbling voice,

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

Hermione couldn't go on, and Professor Bryan's calm gaze pressed down on her head like a mountain, preventing her from looking up.

In the suffocating silence, there was a faint wail, as faint as a breeze on her cheeks, Hermione didn't hear it, but Amosta looked at a dilapidated classroom with a rusty doorway, and her expression was slightly touched.

Of course, Ron also regretted it, and he. They didn't expect that—"

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

Professor Bryan retracted his gaze and said calmly.

Hermione's nervous heart suddenly fell into an ice cave, and she had already foreseen Professor Blaine's reply, and sure enough, Professor Blaine sighed softly and said slowly,

"Your noble qualities are impressive, Hermione, but I suppose you must have known what I was going to do before you spoke to me, didn't you?"

Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and her slightly longer front teeth were biting her lower lip, and she was already seeing a little bloodshot. This is indeed a very difficult thing for her. First of all, she actually knew very well that she couldn't help Ron get a chance from Professor Blaine, and secondly, she had always followed the rules but took the initiative to find Professor Blaine this time, hoping that he would subvert the rules.

"Everyone wants to be better, but a lot of times, you can't solve problems just by working hard—"

Professor Bryan said earnestly,

"It also takes vision, wisdom, and luck. That is, with the help of a series of factors such as opportunities, we may get the opportunity to change our fate, do you know what I mean? ”

Hermione nodded with difficulty.

What Professor Bryan meant was that the students who dropped out of the class lacked the things he was talking about.

Looking at Hermione, who was gloomy and reddened, Amosta pursed her lips and continued,

"Life is a wonderful journey, Hermione, and no one can say for sure how to spend it happily and meaningfully.

Perhaps, I think it is a terrible loss for your friends who have given up on my course to lose a precious opportunity, but if you can look at the problem from a higher perspective, maybe it will be a good thing for them, so I don't think you should pay too much attention to it. Everyone's life is only in their own hands, and you can't interfere—"

Professor Bryan's words made Hermione confused, for her, only by becoming better can she reflect her own value. To be happy, for a young wizard of this age, mediocrity is also very terrible, she can't understand, how can it be a good thing for Ron to lose such a precious opportunity?

"Hmm!"

Hermione was in a trance, she was still trying to understand what Professor Bryan was saying, but then, Hermione, who had been intermittently before, had only taken it as the whistling of the breeze through the window of the corridor suddenly became clear, and only then did she hear that it was not the sound of the wind at all, but a wail of pain.

Hermione's face was a little alarmed, and she quickly looked back at the cobwebbed classroom behind her, her mouth quietly open.

"Who's in the room?"

No one answered, but the pain wailed continuously, and Hermione could hear the people in the classroom trying to suppress their cries, but the pain was clearly beyond the limits of patience and could not be suppressed by willpower.

"Someone is hurt?"

Hermione stepped back, her face flushed and pale, and she involuntarily grabbed Professor Blaine's sleeve and asked in a trembling voice.

"Oh-"

The corners of Amosta's mouth twitched a few times, and his face was speechless,

"It's not that someone is hurt. How to say it, this. It's a rare occurrence of this situation, and it's the first time I've encountered it, but since I've encountered it."

Amosta frowned,

"I really can't ignore it—"

What the hell is going on?

Hermione tilted her little head and stared at Professor Bryan's face, she had never seen Professor Bryan speak confidently and calmly in such an embarrassed tone. What was going on in this classroom that made Professor Bryan so embarrassed.

"There's something going on in there, Hermione, I've got to go in and deal with it, you see-"

Hermione was stunned, she didn't expect Professor Bryan to rush her away unexpectedly, and her eyes couldn't hide her disappointment. Hermione nodded slightly, no matter what, her steps were slow in the direction where she came, no matter what, she didn't need to worry about Professor Brian, whether it was at Hogwarts or in the wizarding world outside, there was nothing that could hurt him, probably-

"May I ask what's going on inside, Professor Brian?"

Hermione staggered forward, and suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, turned to look at Professor Bryan, who was rolling up her sleeves, and asked coldly.

Click-

The rusty doorknob broke directly, and there was a panic in the classroom, and Amosta was about to push the door open and go in, but Hermione suddenly stopped and asked the bottom line.

"Oh-"

Glancing at the little witch who was looking at him worriedly, Amosta muttered for a few seconds, and said in an indescribable tone,

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

"House-elves!"

The little witch's beautiful facial features suddenly opened, and Hermione gasped in surprise and subconsciously repeated it.

"Yes--"

Amosta nodded slightly

"This house-elf is probably in production and well, it should be a difficult birth, I'm afraid that if no one helps, she probably won't be able to survive this difficulty."

House-elves. Dystocia.

In the darkness, Hermione opened her mouth in shock.

"But how could it be here!"

Hermione completely forgot Professor Bryan's words asking her to leave, and ran over with much sharper movements than when she left, and she ran in front of Professor Bryan in a few steps, her eyes wide and orange,

"Why didn't anyone help it, Madam Pomfrey, but, it—shouldn't it go to the school hospital?!"

"The hospital is a place for faculty and you little wizards, Miss Granger--"

Professor Bryan was amused by Hermione's look, and he laughed,

"House-elves aren't hospital-based—"

"Oh, doesn't anyone care about them!"

Hermione immediately remembered the Sirius's Kreacher, who was dragging his drooping body back to prepare a sumptuous meal for them, and the house-elf Twinkle, who had been inadvertently burned by Professor Blaine's magic for complying with orders and being seriously injured by Professor Blaine's magic, only to be ruthlessly abandoned by Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Hermione cried out angrily,

"Oh, even if Hogwarts doesn't give house-elves holidays and wages like the outside, someone should take this situation into account, Hagrid should go to Hagrid, Hagrid has a soft spot for magical creatures, and he will always help them. I—I'll go to him now! ”

"Objectively speaking, Hagrid is heartfelt for those dangerous looking magical creatures, house-elves and creatures, and he's probably not very interested--"

Amosta said sensibly,

"Don't bother, Hermione, wait until you call Hagrid over, this poor house-elf in there is probably already finished, let me see if I can help this elf first-"

(End of chapter)