When Amosta walked into Hagrid's hut, he immediately sensed that the atmosphere in the room was not as pleasant as he had imagined.

First of all, Hermione, who had won the game during the day, stood up from Hagrid's bed as soon as she saw him walk into the room, holding her hand nervously, not daring to look him in the eye. Hagrid, on the other hand, looked at Donmu, who was standing in the corner with big tennis eyes and tears on his face.

"Professor Blaine—"

The person who opened the door for him was Ron, when he saw that it was Professor Bryan, Ron's face showed a hint of restraint, unlike Harry and Hermione, he gave up physical education class and now rarely had the opportunity to meet Professor Bryan face to face, and the place where they met the most was the school auditorium.

Amosta felt Ron's strange expression, and he smiled softly at Ron, patted him on the shoulder, and walked into the room.

And this casual action made Ron stay where he was, looking helpless.

"How are you, Sirius?"

After roaming the room, Amosta took in everyone's emotions and then went straight to Hagrid's bed (Hermione panicked and gave way).

Sirius's eyes were covered with gauze and ointment, and he knew from Ron's greeting who was coming in.

"Not bad, isn't it—"

Sirius smiled bitterly,

"But I'm afraid I'll have to ask for a leave of absence from Miss Bones, I'll probably have to rest for a few days, and I'm helping you with Hermione's trick, Amosta-"

Amosta laughed when she heard this, but Hermione was so sad that she was about to cry,

"I'm sorry, Professor, I--"

Hermione lowered her head and wanted to apologize, but there seemed to be so many things to apologize for that she didn't know where to start.

"You've done well today, and you're worthy of my teaching—"

Hermione looked devastated and Amosta knew why, and he said gently,

"I guess you're thinking in your heart that if that Chinese Fireball Dragon hadn't been pretended by Sirius today, you'd definitely not pass the test, but I'm telling you that this is not the case, but quite the opposite."

This was indeed the question that Hermione was most concerned about after learning all this from Harry's mouth, and she looked up at Professor Bryan with a look of consternation,

"I'm sorry, Professor Brian, I don't really understand--"

"I think Sirius must have said that I deliberately created some difficulties for you. If you're dealing with a real fireball dragon, I think your initial summoning spell is enough to solve the problem. So, don't bother with it, Hermione, you're good for all to see. ”

"So."

Amosta took her eyes off Hermione's face, who was greatly moved, and looked at the house-elf in the corner,

"You've obviously educated Dongmu, haven't you?"

"It's admitting—"

Hagrid patted his head in annoyance,

"But it's hard for a house-elf to realize that it's not right to help its owner through it."

Amosta nodded, and fell silent.

He remembered what he had seen in the secret lair of the dastardly Helbo beneath the island of Azkaban, where thousands of house-elves had their heads cut off and their hands made into stairs for them to be trampled on. At that scene, even the well-informed Amosta couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he first saw it.

It is clearly recorded in "A History of Hogwarts" that the first person to let house-elves work at Hogwarts was Helga Hufflepuff, but even such a great wizard could not get rid of the enslavement of house-elves from the root of the creature engraved in the soul.

"Come to me, little one--"

Amosta sat down and beckoned to Tom in the corner.

Professor Bryan's silence sent Hermione's heart to the pound, and Winter's self-assertive actions nearly screwed up the Triwizard Tournament and made Hogwarts a laughing stock, which would be puzzling if Professor Bryan wasn't angry. So, when Professor Bryan beckoned Tum over, Hermione's face turned pale, and she rushed out eagerly to stop her.

"Dom just. It's just, I can't blame it, Professor, it's my fault, I asked Tum to cheer me on in the game before and it didn't understand what I meant, Professor Brian, if you're going to punish it, it's me who should be punished! ”

Both Harry and Ron looked worried, and to be honest, they didn't think Professor Bryan was going to have trouble with a house elf, but it was Hermione's dead eye on the matter. Hermione had also created a house-elf rights promotion association before, and mobilized everyone around her to join this association, if it wasn't for the fact that she was later elected as a warrior and consumed too much of her energy, maybe she wouldn't have stopped until now.

"It's all Winter's fault, it's Winter's fault that caused big trouble for Mistress Granger, and Winter's willingness to accept any punishment from the great Mr. Bryan!"

Tumm flashed from behind Hermione's calf, looking at Amosta with tears in his eyes,

"Don't just hope Mr. Blaine doesn't kick Tim out--"

"Amosta--"

Seeing the groveling Winter, Hagrid couldn't bear it for a while, to be honest, Winterm helped him a lot, they had already become friends, if Amosta wanted to kick Winters out of Hogwarts, he actually couldn't accept it,

"There's nothing wrong with the confinement of the little one, but for the sake of not causing a bad impact, can you-"

"I'm not going to punish you for the time being, Dongm, as long as you don't plan to give me another 'surprise' like today when you don't plan your next game, after all-"

Amosta's voice was gentle,

"Anyway, I brought you into this world--"

Dongmu's big tearful eyes trembled fiercely, and a sense of confusion rose from the bottom of his heart, and in the last moment just now, a gap seemed to appear in the enslaved heart of the house elf.

Hermione was already in tears, and she looked at Professor Brian with great excitement as the two of them together saved Ryga and Winter.

"Come on, little one, get down on the bed, I'm going to give you a check---"

Amosta stood up and gave up his place to Tonmu.

Do a check-up?

The people in the room all looked confused, and Dongmu was not harmed, what kind of examination did he need to do?

Dom instinctively refused in fear, it was just a house elf, and the opportunity to get on the wizard's bed was to make the bed and fold the quilt, how could he lie on a wizard's bed, it was simply rebellious. But Mr. Brian's orders must be obeyed, and a terrified Tom climbed into Hagrid's bed and lay down as instructed.

"What are you going to do, Amosta?"

Sirius stepped into the wall, his eyes still aching to see, but he listened to the conversation.

"I'm going to check it out--"

Amosta leaned down, he told Dom to relax, and then, holding out a finger against Dom's eyebrows,

"The Soul of a House-Elf--"

The moment the words landed, a breeze appeared out of thin air in the comfortable room, and no one noticed that the illusion magic that shone over Amosta's eyes had shattered, and only Tim saw the wonderful lilac eyes of the great Mr. Blaine suddenly turn a jewel-like purple, and then its consciousness was blurred and silent in the deep purple eyes that exuded infinite attraction

Late at night.

I don't know where to start, but the candle flame in Amosta's office was one of the last to go out in hundreds of Hogwarts rooms.

Most of the guests attending tonight's banquet have already left through the temporarily open Floo network, and only a few guests have stayed here, and they all hope to take this rare opportunity to communicate with Amosta.

By the time we get back to the office, a new day has arrived.

With great mana and mental power, Amosta had no energy in the ordinary, and he pulled out a magic book from the bookshelf and slid through it quietly by the light of the candle.

His strength has reached a bottleneck, and if he wants to break through this barrier, he can only rely on the accumulation of water drops and stones, and, the opportunity-

As he flipped through the books, Amosta remembered what he had seen in Winter's soul, the curse that had been in Winter's soul at the time of his birth, at the beginning of his life, when his soul first shone brightly.

The core of this curse is still-

Knock Knock –

Amosta, who was pondering this question, suddenly looked out of the door, and after raising his eyebrows in surprise, Amosta's eyes flashed with contemplation, he closed the magic book and said calmly,

"Come in, Ron--"

(End of chapter)