Harry and Ron looked at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes. They had known Hermione for so long and had never seen her speak in such a tone.

"What's wrong?"

Harry immediately realized that Hermione was in serious trouble, and, as if she didn't want people to know, looked left and right, and seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Harry asked in a low voice,

"What happened?"

"You have to keep it a secret from me."

Hermione said solemnly.

"Does that need to be said?" Ron said eagerly, "Tell me, what the hell happened to you?" ”

Perhaps it was Harry and Ron's concern that gave Hermione a little courage, and she didn't look so nervously mad, she glanced at Colin and his brother Dennis, who were studying the camera closest to them, and then beckoned to Harry and Ron to lean over.

"What are you up to?"

Ron reluctantly left the soft couch, and he and Harry pushed the coffee table back and sat down on it, blocking out any eyes that might be prying eyes.

"Remember to keep your mouth shut, Ron!"

Hermione gave a warning, and then she finally let go of the tight bag she was holding in her arms, and unzipped it little by little.

This move even made Harry wonder if Hermione had actually broken into a professor's office and stole something, after all, this kind of thing was not without precedent, but when Hermione pulled the chain in his school bag, he saw a small, cowering head poking out of the crack, Harry's breathing suddenly stopped, and his whole face became frozen!

"Oh my god, you're crazy--"

Before Ron's surprise could be fully vented, Hermione pressed the little head back again, and she lowered her voice and shouted,

"Shut up, Weasley!"

Then, he gave Neville a warning look, who was looking curiously at him, causing Neville to lower his head and pretend he hadn't noticed anything.

"Are you crazy, Hermione?"

Ron's voice subsided a lot, he stared at the bag that Hermione was holding in his arms again, his eyes bulging out of his sockets in surprise,

"Even if you want to fight these house-elves, you can't afford to adopt one, they're not owls or toads!"

"Thanks for the reminder, Weasley!"

Hermione's chilly voice made Ron suffocate at once.

"Where the hell did you get that?" Harry couldn't help but ask, "Did you sneak away to the Pig's Head Bar and win it from a stranger?" ”

When Harry was in his first year, Hagrid was designed by Quirrell from Voldemort's leaning over, and Quirrell used a dragon egg and a drink to reveal the secret of how to deal with the three-headed dog.

"Don't be stupid, Harry, no one sells house-elves!" Hermione said angrily, "Can you be quiet, I'm about to tell you!" ”

"Listen up!" Ron said immediately.

The new president of the boys' student council was a negligent one, and under his influence, the prefects below were less conscientious, and since Ron's older brother, Percy Weasley, graduated from Hogwarts, no one had crouched in the common room every night to drive people back to bed.

The flames in the fireplace gradually went out, and a candle hung from the ceiling, and after sensing that there was no one in the lounge, the light also dimmed, and only Hermione, Harry, and Ron were left in the huge common room.

Hermione finished her story, and of course, she hid a small part of it, telling Harry and Ron that she had gone to Professor Bryan alone to ask him what he had missed in his Defence Against the Dark Arts class during the day.

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione's bulging bag, falling into a long silence.

"Professor Bryan and you, help the house-elves have children-"

After a long silence, Ron let out a heavy breath as he looked at Harry in disbelief,

"I've never heard of such a bizarre thing in my life!"

Harry nodded heavily. Even though he had been studying magic at Hogwarts for more than three years since he entered the wizarding world, he had experienced many bizarre stories, but after listening to Hermione's experience tonight, he still felt that it was simply ridiculous!

Hermione also stared at her bag, her eyes full of embarrassment.

"What are you going to do, Hermione?" Harry asked tentatively.

"I was going to give Tum back to its mother, the elf named Rigandi--" Hermione said without thinking, looking at Ron, "but I don't know where the school kitchen is--"

"Oh-"

Ron immediately understood Hermione's intentions, and he hesitated,

"Fred and George do know that they often take food from the kitchen, and I've asked them the trick before, but they won't say, but—"

Ron stared at Hermione's bag with a frown, "You want to give this elf back to its mother?" ”

Harry understood what Ron was questioning, what Hermione had been through tonight, the unacceptable mother-son relationship of the house-elves, and what Professor Bryan had taught, and Harry felt that returning the elves to his mother might be just wishful thinking on Hermione's part.

"It's just been born!" Hermione's shrill voice was harsh in the quiet common room, "It needs to be taken care of, it needs to go back to its mother!" ”

Hermione's bag squirmed, and Tonmu inside seemed to want to make a sound, but because of Hermione's orders, it could only remain quiet and not move.

"Oh, come on, Hermione--"

Seeing that Hermione's old problem had recurred, Ron said impatiently,

"Do you think elves are wizards, Hermione, Professor Bryan has already told you that house-elves like to listen to orders in their bones, they are born to work"

"No one is born with a love of cooking, mopping, or doing laundry, Weasley!"

Hermione said angrily.

Harry also felt that Ron's statement was a bit problematic, and he just wanted to use Dobby as an example, but on second thought, it might 'fuel' some of Hermione's 'unrealistic' thoughts, so he swallowed the words that came to his lips again.

Hermione and Ron were glaring at each other, and Harry was a little used to it.

"But what if that house-elf named Rigga doesn't want its baby--"

Harry hesitated.

His statement was already very tactful, in fact, Ron was right about one thing, you can't think of house-elves as wizards, and if that's how elf parents and children get along, then I'm afraid Hermione can't reverse it.

Hermione bit her lip and didn't speak, judging from her performance, Harry thought that she knew this very well in her heart, although it was very difficult to accept that the mother did not want a child and the child also turned a blind eye to the mother, but found a stranger who only gave her one piece of clothing as the master.

Although his parents died at Voldemort's hands at an early age, Harry at least knew that his parents loved him and were willing to give their lives for him.

"I can't let Winter's kitchen work with the house-elves--" Hermione said categorically, "at least I'll have to teach it to fight for itself!" ”

"That's nice--" Ron clapped his hands, "you want to keep it in your dorm, I bet tomorrow at noon, the whole of Hogwarts will know what you would say if you had a house-elf in your dorm room, Professor McGonagall?" ”

Ron's words hit Hermione's soft underbelly, with her intelligence, it is impossible not to know that Professor McGonagall would not allow her to do this, and Parvati and Lavender probably will not help her keep a secret This is an elf, not a worm living in the cracks of the wall, there is no reason why the two of them can't find out, and besides, she has no right to keep a talking elf in the common dormitory.

Silence fell again, Hermione stared at her bag, biting her lower lip bloodshot, and seeing her sad appearance, Ron pursed his lips a few times, and stopped sarcastic.

Harry's heart was also uncomfortable, although he couldn't understand why Hermione was so persistent in helping the elf, but Hermione was his good friend, and he couldn't get through the difficulties he had experienced in the past without Hermione's help. Hermione had always been the best of the three, and she was always very creative when it came to problems, and Harry was overwhelmed by the helpless look she faced.

"Let's go!"

The dull atmosphere died down in the voice of Harry's sudden speech, and Harrily picked up the half-written paper that was on the table, stuffed it into his bag, and pulled the cloak out of it.

"Where are you going?"

Hermione stared at the invisibility cloak in Harry's hand for a moment, then into Harry's turquoise eyes.

"Let's go to Hagrid for help--"

Harry said dryly,

"Hagrid used to secretly raise monsters in castles when he was in school, and he has experience with this kind of thing, maybe he can give you a little advice. Hurry up, tomorrow morning the first period is Potions class, and Snape wants us to be late. ”

With that, Harry took Hermione's arm and walked towards the door.

"It's so nice--"

Ron shrugged his shoulders helplessly again and followed,

"That's why he was expelled"

(End of chapter)