Hagrid was just unintentional, but Harry's eyelids jumped, and he immediately looked at Hermione,

"Is that okay?"

"What?"

Hermione asked, stunned by Harry's clueless question.

Most people would underestimate the power of house-elves, but this prejudice would never be present in Harry, he knew how wonderful house-elf magic was, at the beginning of the second year, Dobby used its magic to seal the doors of King's Cross Station and the wizarding world, and he and Ron had nothing to do, and Dobby easily let go of Malfoy's father, if Hermione could bring her loyal elf with him during the game, then the odds would be much higher!

"I mean, is it allowed by the statutes to have Dongmu join you in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Harry asked expectantly.

"Take Dongmu to the tournament? No way, Harry, Crouch made it clear, we can't take anyone's help, in the game, we only rely on our own wand"

Hermione glared at Winter, stunned. She instinctively wanted to refute it, but in the end, her delicate eyebrows were raised. And her appearance made Harry's face beam,

"In other words, there's no explicit prohibition right, Dongmu is a house elf, it's not a wizard, and besides, it belongs to you, doesn't it?"

"Is it okay with Winter, Master Granger?"

The little one straightened up, looking like he wanted to make himself stronger.

"Dongmu is willing to accompany the Granger master to participate in the competition, and Dongmu wants to help the Granger master!"

Dom tilted his head, his tennis ball-sized eyes glinting with pleading.

Hagrid hadn't expected Harry to take his unintentional words seriously, and he looked at Tim and blinked, his expression a little hesitant.

"No--"

I have to say that Harry's proposal is a little tempting, if there is a helper in the game, then no matter what challenges he faces, the pressure will definitely be much smaller, but Hermione looked weak and couldn't help but know that it was so high as the thigh, and after taking a deep breath, she decisively refused,

"I can't do that, Harry, it's despicable!"

Hermione said in a resolute tone, and she saw that Harry still wanted to fight for it, so she said again,

"You've seen the events of the previous tournaments, Harry, it's too dangerous, Dom is still a child, it's not even a year old, I can't involve it knowing it's going to be in danger, and besides, Dom doesn't belong to me, it's free, it doesn't have to risk it for me!"

"Winter's name belongs to Granger's master, and Granger's owner gave Winter's clothes!"

Wintermu grabbed the vest on his body, which was converted from Hermione's robes, and said with great eagerness,

"Tum wants to help the Granger master win the game!"

"Don't say it, Tum--"

Hermione covered her lips, her front teeth were always a little sore,

"If you really want to support me, cheer me on when I play!"

Can refueling be understood as the meaning of help?

Winter's eyes flickered, and he didn't speak.

Hermione's refusal relieved Hagrid, he had been with Tum for a while, and it had to be said that the house-elf was indeed a good helper, and besides, it could also chat with him on patrol and at night, which Tooth couldn't do.

"Don't worry, Hermione--"

Hagrid looked out the window shrewdly, and whispered in a low voice,

"Professor Bryan has blocked the news, Hermione, no one else knows about the specific event of the first tournament at the moment, but if they want to bring something into Hogwarts, I can always get the news."

Harry and Hermione stared at Hagrid with a shy smile and were speechless for a moment

Hagrid vaguely reminded him that he would help Hermione find out the news, which made Harry feel good, if they knew in advance what to deal with, then they could always think of a way to deal with it, but Hermione seemed hesitant, after all, for her, the game was like an exam, it was a sacred thing, and cheating on the exam was something she couldn't imagine.

Harry and Hagrid couldn't get Hermione to completely change their minds, but by the time they left Hagrid's hut, Hermione was finally less repulsed by the matter.

Although Harry was no longer so angry with Ron after Hagrid's persuasion, neither he nor Hermione wanted to see Ron so quickly, and the two of them settled dinner at Hagrid's and stayed until it was dark and there was no chance that there would be anyone in the auditorium before heading to the castle.

"Oh, how the hell did you get your front teeth like this?"

In the school hospital, Madam Pomfrey said as she examined Hermione's teeth.

"I was thinking about the game, ma'am, and I didn't pay attention to stepping on those disappearing staircase traps and falling--" Hermione said pitifully, "my teeth could be repaired, could they. My dad is a dentist and if he finds out my teeth are crooked during the Christmas holidays, he'll definitely put me in braces."

Harry, who was standing next to him, looked nervously at Madam Pomfrey, full of guilt, whether it was him or Ron, Hermione had been injured in the dispute between the two of them.

Madam Pomfrey was so experienced that she could tell at a glance that Hermione's tooth had been injured for a while, but she was a competent doctor and never asked the young wizards too much about what was wrong with her.

"Who are you underestimating, Miss Granger—"

Madam Pomfrey said angrily,

"All I need is a cup of chocolate milk to get your teeth back to normal, or even better. Excuse me, Potter, wait outside the curtain for a moment, you should have some eye-catching—"

It's just a tooth fix, what's there to avoid—Harry thought angrily.

Still, he obediently obeyed and waited at the door, and in fact, Madam Pomfrey had taken enough time for him to drink a tub of chocolate milk, and he heard Hermione and Madam Pomfrey muttering from behind the curtain, not knowing what they were saying.

It wasn't until half an hour later that Hermione stepped out from behind the curtain, her lips pursed so that Harry wouldn't see what had become of her teeth.

"Let's go, Harry, let's go back--"

Hermione herself was relieved to see that Harry didn't ask, in fact, she did take the opportunity to get Madam Pomfrey to do a little more with her front teeth, mainly because of the 'whimsy' badge that Malfoy and Parkinson had made in gym class earlier

And, according to Professor Blaine, the tournament will be broadcast in real time in many places, just like Muggle sporting live.

Now that they were ready to go back to the dorm, Harry was preoccupied again, because going back to the dorm meant that he had to meet Ron again, and they had just had a fight this afternoon, which was unprecedented, and although Hagrid reminded them to stay calm with each other, it wasn't an easy thing to do!

"Did we forget something?"

Hermione also had her own thoughts, and the two of them climbed the stairs absentmindedly, slowly returning to the Gryffindor Tower, in front of the common room, and just as the fat lady was waiting for him to give the two orders, Hermione suddenly woke up.

"What?"

Harry asked subconsciously, and then, a flash of cold lightning flashed through his mind, and he immediately got goosebumps all over his body.

"Oh, Professor Blaine!"

In front of the portrait of the fat lady, I remembered two screams of despair and horror.

"What time is it, Harry!"

The two of them turned and ran, using the speed and agility they had developed in gym class, and when Hermione ran down the stairs, she even climbed over the railing of the stairs like a parkourer.

"Nine o'clock!"

In a panic, Harry took the moment to glance at the watch that Professor Bryan had given him on his wrist, and he exclaimed in despair,

"It's over, Hermione, will Professor Bryan think we want to fight his punishment, and what will he do, give us the same tricks he did against George in the next gym class!"

"Don't ask me!"

Hermione jumped over a fence again, and she broke down and cried,

"I don't know anything!"

"If you two don't come back—"

Ten minutes later, the two men finally arrived at Professor Blaine's office and knocked on the office door with trepidation.

Amosta sat in his seat, staring at a large gift box on the desk in front of him, and smiled unkindly when he saw a sweaty Harry and Hermione running in recklessly,

"I'm going to arrest someone in the Gryffindor dorm." (End of chapter)