"But--"

Hermione looked helpless, as if she had completely panicked. She wasn't to blame for that, after all, there had never been a Hogwarts class that taught her how to deal with such a situation.

Professor Bryan had regained his composure, and with a screeching noise, he pushed the door open.

Hermione coughed and coughed in a way that was almost suffocating, and Professor Bryan had already stepped into the classroom first, seeing this, Hermione quickly followed with the apprehension in her heart.

There was no light in the room, only a very light moonlight filtered by the curtains, and it took Hermione a moment to adjust her eyes to the darkness, and she squinted to see that it was a semi-circular room, different from the classroom they used every day.

In the center of the classroom was a pile of rotten wood, which presumably was the remains of the decaying desks and chairs.

Over the millennia, there have been many such classrooms at Hogwarts, which were once in use, but were abandoned for some inexplicable reason, and could have been destroyed for hundreds of years. The classroom they were in would probably not be abandoned for a short time, even if the vision was terrible, but Hermione had come to this conclusion by stepping on the floor, and the soft touch of the dust that had accumulated on the floor.

Hermione instinctively reached for Professor Bryne's sleeve and pulled her hand on Professor Bryne's sleeve as soon as her hand was raised—Hermione gritted her teeth at the thought that the school was so disregarding the rights of house-elves that a pregnant elf would hide in such a place to give birth.

Amosta pulled out his wand, letting the tip of it glow softly white, and he focused his gaze on a bulging curtain where the intermittent wailing and weeping were coming from.

"Come out, little one—"

By the glow of her wand, Hermione noticed a distinctly dull mark on the ground from the pile of rotten sawdust to the curtain, and she squinted her eyes to look closely, and when she figured out what it was, Hermione's expression suddenly became worried.

That's blood!

The blood from the house-elf mixed with the dirt from the ground, and the house-elf crawled out of the nest of sawdust and a few strips of rotten cloth that he had made before they could enter, and hid behind the curtains.

House-elves cannot resist their master's orders, and at Hogwarts, wizards and staff are house-elves owners.

Then the rotten curtain shook, and a feeb, little thing crawled out from behind the curtain.

The moment she saw the little one, Hermione immediately covered her mouth to stop herself from crying, but her eyes immediately sparkled.

The house-elf was wearing only an apron-like garment, the only thing it had ever had, and it was now wet and soaked in blood. Something protruded from the lower half of the elf's body, and Hermione thought about it and understood what it was.

"Great, great, Professor Bryan. Honorable Miss Witch--"

Even in this situation, the house-elf still trembled and clung to the wall, trying to get up and salute them.

"Rui, Ruijia, what can serve you?"

This house-elf, who was white because of excessive bleeding, said angrily.

"Lie down!"

Hermione's tears flew out, and she cried out almost hoarsely,

"What's the solution, Professor Bryan, we've got to help it!"

"Calm down, Miss Granger--"

Amosta glanced at Hermione and changed to a serious tone that he was used to in class, and he looked at the house-elf, his eyebrows unconsciously raised,

"Your name is Riga, isn't it?"

Rigar winced and nodded, but when it saw the great Professor Bryan approaching it, it panicked,

"Oh, Riga is dirty, great Professor Brian—"

Ruijia wept,

"Rigga is not just a qualified elf, Rigga has caused trouble for the great Professor Brian and Miss Witch."

"What are you talking about?"

Hermione was about to be broken down by Riga, and she really wanted to ask the elf if he didn't know what he was going through, and he was still apologizing to them!

"Lie down and move slowly. This is my order, Ruijia--"

Amosta glanced at the emotional Hermione, and her voice was calm,

"And you, Miss Granger, if you can't control your emotions, then I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to get out of here."

Hermione's sobs were cut off for a moment, and she turned her head to stare at Professor Brian, her eyes full of wonder and anger.

Could it be that Professor Bryan was not touched at all by this scene, and he, like those wizards, thought that it was reasonable to summon elves?

Riga was still sobbing quietly that it had caused trouble for the great Professor Blaine, an unqualified, shameful elf, while on the other hand, it had to follow Professor Blaine's instructions and slowly lie down on a clean, soft mat that suddenly appeared behind it.

"Keep your mouth shut, and don't expend any more of your strength—"

Amosta gave a second order to Rega, who crouched down beside the elf and glanced sideways a few times, his expression slightly solemn.

Hermione gasped a few times before she suppressed the emotions in her heart, she knew very well that the only person who could make a difference here now was Professor Bryan.

"What the hell 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 Bryan's stern side face and Regga's pained face, her voice trembling.

"Hmm-according to my judgment"

After a moment's hesitation, Amosta said

"To put it simply, it's just that its kids are too big and stuck."

"So what now?"

It turns out that no one is a generalist, and there will always be things that you are not good at.

Amosta scratched her head, looking distressed.

What serious wizard has ever done such a thing?

This house-elf child was the first to show his feet, and he wanted to pull the Rijiadi child out directly, but I am afraid that this rough method will kill both elves.

The cushion that Amosta had made was already stained red with blood, and judging by this, I was afraid that this house-elf would not last long, so there was not much time to hesitate.

"Miss Granger—"

Professor Bryan's voice was still steady, which calmed Hermione a lot in her heart, and she gasped,

"What can I do, Professor?"

"This--"

Amosta fumbled a few times through the pouch he was carrying, and he took out a potion of potions that shimmered blue and handed it to Hermione.

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

Hermione took the potion and hurriedly uncorked the bottle, she carefully shoved one hand under Rigga's head, lifted it slightly, and passed the potion under Rigga's mouth with the other hand. The elf, who apparently knew what Professor Bryan and the little witch were up to, looked genuinely frightened, as if she thought it was a shameful waste for the elf to drink the wizard's potion.

Hermione didn't give it a chance to refuse, though, and she poured the potion into the house-elf's mouth.

At the same time, Amosta stood up, he took out his wand and swiped through the intricate and mysterious trajectory of space, and the dreamy and brilliant starlight from the tip of the wand floated towards Ruijia like snowfall, and quickly merged into Ruijia's overwhelmed body.

Hermione didn't know what kind of magic Professor Bryan was casting, but it was clear that it was a healing-related spell, and she noticed that Riggar's shaggy pale body was returning to blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the ashes in those lantern-sized eyes were gradually dissipating and beginning to glow.

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

Hermione exclaimed happily, her palm against the back of Riggar's head, and she could feel the little elf's bleeding body gradually warming, and she could even feel the rapid recovery of vitality in that weak body.

"You're on your own, little one—"

Professor Bryan didn't stop casting, he looked into Rigal's eyes and said.

Finally, five minutes later --

With a high, high-pitched, painful howl, a tiny fellow slipped off the mat and onto the floor.

(End of chapter)