The newborn house-elves are about the size of two or three goblins, and their mixed body hair is milky white, very soft, and their skin is pink. The little one, who had been born after some setbacks, rolled down the mat to the ground, its eyes closed, and seemed to be sleeping deeply.

"Oh-"

Looking at this cute little guy, Hermione's tears burst out at once, she covered her mouth, and there were big teardrops on her eyelashes, as if she had witnessed some miracle happening, and said with a sobbing voice,

"It's incredible--"

Amosta didn't speak, he stared at the newborn house-elf with a deep brow, silent.

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

Hermione said excitedly,

"It looks exactly like its mother!"

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

"Oh, it's resting!"

Hermione immediately cast an angry glare at Professor Blaine,

"Don't touch it!"

A few black lines appeared on Amosta's forehead, and he continued to poke and rub his fingers at the elf's belly, but the elf's eyes were closed and nothing happened, and its pink skin gradually turned red and turned deep purple.

Hermione was anxious to grab Professor Bryan's hand, but Professor Bryan elbowed him.

"Take a closer look, Miss Granger--"

Professor Bryan said in a deep voice,

"This elf isn't sleeping, it's suffocating—"

Suffocate?!

Hermione was stunned, and hurriedly looked carefully at the elf lying on the ground, and this look, she did find something inappropriate, this newborn elf, its chest did not rise or fall!

Could it be that the efforts just now were in vain, and in the end, they still failed to save this pathetic house-elf mother and son, Hermione, whose face was pale and looked like thunder.

And at this moment, the house-elf Ruijia, who had walked on the edge of life and death, got up weakly, and many emotions flashed in her big lantern-like eyes, dazed, afraid, and pleading. Eventually, it didn't say a word, just stared blankly at Professor Blaine.

Truth be told, Amosta really didn't know how the wizard solved this situation, and many thoughts crossed his mind, and in the end, he decided to go the Muggle way.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to save it--"

Hermione heard Professor Bryan say this to Rega, and then she saw Professor Bryan use his hand to flick away the slimy liquid from the corner of the elf's mouth, and then, Professor Bryan grabbed the body of the newborn elf, picked up the little one and turned it over, and patted it on the back with his other hand, stopping to rub it for a while.

"It's the Muggle way!"

Hermione, who was born in the Muggle world, hadn't seen this kind of popular science show on TV again, and after a few glances, she immediately recognized it and exclaimed excitedly,

"Will it be useful, Professor Blaine?"

Amosta answered the former question with a nose and remained silent on the latter, focusing on what he was doing, ignoring Hermione, who was chattering about the shows he had watched on TV.

In the decaying and dilapidated classroom, there is no stop of squirming, death and life are waiting for the final end. Hermione had never experienced such a long and torturous wait, and she stood aside, looking anxiously at Professor Brian, who was rescuing, but she couldn't help herself.

The newborn elf still didn't move, and when she saw the end, even Hermione's orange pupils were filled with despair, and she was full of sadness, and she turned her eyes to Ruijia, who was staring at the newborn elf hanging from Professor Brian's hand as if she had been under a petrification spell.

Ahem –

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

Wow!

The sound of childish vomiting sounded in her ears like a heavenly sound, and Hermione, who stretched out of the gloomy classroom, felt that the whole world in front of her lit up.

"Alive!"

Hermione let out a loud cheer, and she jumped up with joy, tears falling everywhere on her cheeks.

But at the strange time, Professor Bryan didn't look particularly happy, he squinted his eyes and stared at the house-elf in his palm, who had finally been born, with an obscure light in his lilac pupils, but, no one noticed.

"Here you go--"

Amosta leaned down and returned the elf to its mother.

The elf named Ruijia held his child, and it still seemed to be in a state of shock and fear, and after instinctively taking the child, it was still bowing in a daze.

"It needs a piece of clothing!"

Hermione gasped and exclaimed, she looked left and right, except for the insect eye curtains everywhere, she couldn't find anything that could be used as clothing, biting her lip and thinking for a few seconds, Hermione took out her wand, cut a piece of fabric from her robe with a cutting charm, and then carefully covered the newborn elf, but unexpectedly, Professor Bryan saw this scene and raised his eyebrows.

"Respectful master—"

Suddenly there was a very childish, timid voice in the classroom, this sound came from the newborn elf, it struggled to fall from Rega's arms to the ground, it stumbled several times when it tried to stand for the first time, but it struggled to stand upright, hugged the piece of fabric that Hermione had given it, bent its waist respectfully, and said to Hermione.

"Oh, it can talk!"

Hermione was startled and exclaimed in dismay.

"Unlike human infants, some magical creatures are born with full consciousness and racial skills, and they use blood as a bond to transmit experience-"

Amosta looked at Hermione, whose three views were subverted, and said lightly.

"It's amazing--"

Hermione said with great interest, but suddenly, realizing something, her face suddenly changed, and she took two steps back in a little fright, looking at the newborn elf in horror,

"I, I, you're mistaken, little one, I'm not your master!"

"Oh, I'm afraid it's not mistaken, Miss Granger--"

Professor Bryan said calmly,

"House-elves only get clothes in two situations, the first is when they are dismissed by their previous master, their owner gives them a piece of clothing, and the second is when they recognize their master. Under normal circumstances, this dress will stay with the house-elf for the rest of their lives. So, congratulations, Miss Granger, you've got a house-elf."

"No!"

Hermione cried out in panic,

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

Before Hermione could finish speaking, the newborn elf, who could not even walk steadily, pounced at Hermione's feet, and let out humble sobs and pleading,

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

Just then, another thing happened that caught Hermione off guard.

The house-elf Rriga looked deeply at the child kneeling at Hermione's feet, and he gasped a few times and asked very respectfully,

"Great Professor Brian. And Dear Miss Granger, is there anything you can do to serve you? ”

"What?"

Hermione cried out,

"Serve what. Oh, I don't need to. Wait, you need to rest, Ruijia, are you still going to keep working? And your kids! ”

"No—"

Professor Bryan said in a calm voice.

With a respectful salute to Amosta and Hermione, Rygar disappeared into the rotten classroom with a crisp pop.

"Where did it go?"

Dumbfounded, Hermione said in a whispering tone.

"Maybe it's going back to the kitchen to take care of the stove, maybe it's cleaning, or doing the laundry for the students and staff in this castle--"

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

"But it's its children."

Hermione opened her mouth, almost squeezing the words out of her throat.

"Oh, Miss Granger--"

Professor Bryan hid the heaviness in his heart with a complicated laugh,

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

Professor Bryan looked down at the newborn elf who was clutching Hermione's shoelaces,

"If their offspring don't find their owners right away, they'll help take care of them until the cubs find a wizard who is willing to accept them."

(End of chapter)