As for the night tour to find Hagrid, Harry and the three of them were already familiar with it.

After Percy graduated from school, the biggest obstacle to running around the castle in the middle of the night was Filch and his Lady Loris, who were lucky tonight, they were not targeted by Mrs. Loris, but on the way downstairs, they met several groups of junior wizards sneaking around the castle.

Hermione was blinded by this phenomenon, and she was about to tear off the invisibility cloak to teach these first-year little ones a good lesson, but Ron sandidly stopped her,

"Oh, don't meddle, Hermione, you're not a prefect!"

"The current student council president doesn't care at all!" Hermione bent over her waist and watched a few little ones pass in droves in front of her, and said indignantly, "The school is blind to this, oh, it's Professor Blaine—"

Hermione seemed a little upset with Professor Brian, and she complained about him for a long time, but Harry was a real reminder that they were doing something against the school rules right now.

The Cloak of Invisibility was visibly struggling to cover the three men, and the three of Harry stumbled across the field, each with their trouser legs wet from the night's dew.

Hagrid's hut, on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, was still lit, and Hagrid, who was accustomed to staying up late, still hadn't slept, and they knocked on Hagrid's door through the somewhat muddy vegetable garden. Immediately there was a dog barking in the room, and then there was a scratching sound behind the door.

"Don't scream, Toothy!"

Hagrid scolded his black hound, and walked over to open the door, and the moment the door opened, Harry also took off the invisibility cloak from his head.

"Ah, it's the three of you—"

Looking at the three little ones standing in front of his room, Hagrid only raised his eyebrows, not at all surprised, as if he had expected it. Harry noticed that Hagrid's ten fingers, each wrapped in a bandage, looked swollen and thicker than usual.

"What's wrong with your hand, Hagrid?" Harry asked with concern.

"A little injury--" Hagrid said vaguely, beckoning to them, "Come on in, if someone finds out you're here, I'll have to confine the three of you on your own initiative." ”

Needless to say, the wound on Hagrid's hand must have been caused by the fried tail snail, and the new monster that Hagrid made during the summer vacation was so powerful that they had already seen it a few days ago.

"Oh, go away, tooth--"

As soon as they entered the room, Toothtooth pounced on Hermione, sniffing at the bag in her arms, Hermione protected the bag tightly, and blocked Toothtooth's mouth with one hand.

Hagrid put a jug of water on the stove and turned to go into the kitchen, trying to get something to eat for the three little ones who had been visiting late at night.

"Who will find out about us?" Ron asked with interest.

"Professor Moody, he's coming every day—"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other in surprise, and Harry asked, "He patrols the grounds every day?" ”

"Oh, it's not just in the yard—" Hagrid said happily as he put a plate of iron-hard creamy gummies on the table, turned and kicked his feet at Hermione's bag and whimpered at her bag,

"He's such a nice guy, he took the initiative to help me patrol the Forbidden Forest, thanks to him, I can spare a bunch of time every day to take care of the snails, and you should thank him too, with Professor Moody's here, you don't have to worry about anyone trying to break into the campus, okay-"

Hagrid rested his ass on the bed, lowering the bed and sinking a large part of it, and he looked at the three Harrys,

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

Hagrid's implication was that they didn't come here when they were fine, which made Harry feel a little ashamed, but now was not the time to waste time talking about it, and both Harry and Ron turned their eyes to Hermione.

"There's something I need your help with, Hagrid—" Hermione said with a deep breath.

"Of course—" Hagrid tilted his head, already aware that something was wrong with Hermione's school bag and was staring at his bag with interest.

Hermione stared at the window for a few seconds to make sure no one was peeping at the window, she pursed her lips, swallowed and foamed, and then unzipped her bag and let the little guy out.

I have to say that the cubs of the house-elves look much cuter, whether it is Dobby, Twinkle or Kreacher, the few elves that Harry knows are not as cute as Hermione's.

"Oh, don't move, Toothtooth, that's not a goblin!"

Tooth made a whimpering sound, and it bared its teeth and prostrate itself in an attacking motion, which scared the newborn Winter, and it stood trembling on the ground, facing Tooth, ten times its size, and if it had not been for the order of Mistress Granger, it would have fled.

They hadn't seen it clearly when they had been in the common room before, but at this point, Harry and Ron were staring at the cowering Donm with wide eyes, their expressions full of surprise.

"House-elves—"

Hagrid stood up from the bed board in surprise, he roughly tossed his teeth aside, crouched down, stared at Winter's eyes with wide dark eyes, and popped out his carrot-thick fingers to flick Winter's chin, observing very carefully,

"It's a cub, isn't it, Hermione, I guess it's just born-"

To Winter, Hagrid was an out-and-out giant, and before she fainted with fright, Hermione scooped Wintermu into her arms and glared at the rude Hagrid.

"Where did you get this?"

Hagrid shrugged his shoulders, then noticed that the newborn elf was wearing a piece of cloth and Hermione's wizarding robe was missing, and his expression became amused.

"You became its mother, didn't you, Hermione?"

Ron burst out laughing, and even the corners of Harry's mouth cracked.

"Don't be afraid, Winter, that's Hagrid, my friend, he just looks scary, but he's actually a nice person—" Hermione soothed gently.

"Mistress Granger's friend—"

Tum seemed to feel a trespass to stay in Hermione's arms, and it slipped out of Hermione's arms, still scared, but still bowing deeply to Hagrid

"Dear Mr. Hagrid, what can Dom do for you, Dom can do a lot of work--"

"If I could," said Hagrid, "the dishes in the kitchen hadn't been washed—"

"Hagrid!"

Hermione exclaimed angrily, and she held down Winter, who was trembling with joy, and pulled him into her arms,

"You don't have to do anything for anyone, Dongm, you're just a child!"

"I know now why Mom always wants a house-elf—" Ron laughed, who thought the scene was amusing, "they're so diligent!" ”

"I'm just kidding it, Hermione—"

Hagrid smiled and raised his hand in an innocent motion.

Professor Bryan was right about Hagrid, Harry remembered that when they were in their first year, Hagrid was much more gentle with the little dragon named Noble than he was with Donm, and he literally thought of himself as Noble's mother.

"Let's talk about it--"

Apparently aware that he shouldn't be touching Hermione's sensitive nerves, Hagrid grabbed Tooth's ear and dragged it to the other side of the room, before turning around and asking,

"Where the hell did you get this little one?"

So Hermione repeated the story she had told Harry and Ron to Hagrid again.

"It's amazing!"

After listening to Hermione's story, Hagrid exclaimed with admiration,

"Professor Blaine, a wizard of his calibre would go to the trouble of saving a house-elf who had a difficult birth. It's the same with Professor Dumbledore, these great people never discriminate against others easily, even if it's a house elf, he still feels the need to save! ”

"But he watched a newborn house-elf go to work," Hermione said angrily, "and he asked me to order Tum to work in the school kitchen too!" ”

Hermione muttered a lot about the Sirius old Kreacher, including Barty Crouch of the Division of International Magical Cooperation for the callous things he had done to his house-elf Shining and Professor Bryan's indifference to them after saving the Rigga mother and son.

"They all take it for granted!"

Hermione said in a fierce tone,

"Thinks house-elves deserve to be enslaved by wizards because they're obedient!"

"A wizard like Professor Blaine doesn't think creatures are inherently enslaved, Hermione--"

Hagrid said patiently,

"It's you who don't know enough about the situation, not Professor Brian, house-elves have been considered private property by wizards for centuries, and you want to fight for them to enjoy vacation and pay, how are you going to convince the people who use them? Most of the house-elves are powerful people like Lucius Malfoy, and they're not that talkative—"

(End of chapter)