"Sure enough, Elena, you knew from the beginning that the person who replied to the letter was Luna, right?"
Hannah Abbott reached out and fiddled with the little hair on Bai Mao Tuanzi's head, and said in a very determined tone.
Ever since she saw the reply from "Mr. Lovegood" last week, she had been a little confused as to why the handwriting of a middle-aged wizard in his thirties looked so delicate and cute, as if it belonged to a little girl.
The handwriting is the same.
To this day, after meeting the ignorant and naive Luna Lovegood at the Hufflepuff table, all the doubts in Hannah's heart were instantly solved - anyway, the little Dobby can't lie, and Luna can.
Coming to Hogwarts was definitely not an accidental whim, but the result of Elena's calculation.
Biu~biu~
Caught off guard by the teasing from the wings, the little fur on Elena's head trembled in fright.
"I don't know, I don't have one, so don't make blind guesses."
I saw the white-haired dumpling shaking his head quickly, and while skillfully denying three times in a row, he reached out his hand to cover his head, and looked at Hannah Aibo beside him with a wary face, so as not to make her angry at his poor little idiot.
Stretch out your claws.
"I see, that makes sense..."
Hermione nodded thoughtfully, her eyes fell on the small flat-headed owl held in Luna's arms, a flash of surprise flashed in her bright brown eyes, and she curiously poked the quiet chicken with her finger.
The little fat chicken said softly.
"That's why you have to keep this little guy with you to threaten Luna and communicate with you - because [Simplified Chinese] is not only the owl messenger of the Lovegood family, but also Luna's pet owl, right?
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"Seizure Simplified Chinese? My pet? What else can you say?"
When she heard the topic fell on her, Luna, who was trying to eliminate the food on the plate, raised her head and blinked in confusion.
The food at Hogwarts was so delicious, she had to admit that compared to her father's poor cooking skills, the quality of the three meals in the school was simply beyond her imagination - she finally understood why every time
When it comes to Hogwarts, my father misses it so much. Anyone would remember it, right?
Hannah spread her hands and explained casually.
"That's the name of this little owl. Elena found an engraved carrot on its neck. The letters on it read C, H, S, so she simply called it Chinese Simplified...
"
"It's called Crumple-Horned Snorkack, which is not Simplified Chinese."
Luna put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugged the little flat-headed owl in her arms, and corrected her seriously.
"The name comes from a very rare and gentle magical animal. Sister Elena also knows this kind of creature. When we wrote in the letter before, I saw that she briefly discussed this issue with her father."
"Elena...sister?"
Hannah repeated curiously, with a strange look in her eyes.
If she remembered correctly, today should also be the first time Elena and Luna met. How could it be that in less than half a day, they had already begun to treat each other as sisters? This child was a bit too sincere.
"Yes, my birthday is February 13th, and sister Elena's birthday is September 25th..."
Luna nodded, recalling Elena's explanation, turned to look at Hannah and continued.
"Sister Elena told me in the morning that in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, senior students are definitely older than junior students. If they are in the same grade, whoever has a higher birthday number will be bigger."
"Huh? Is that so?"
Hannah tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
If you think about it carefully, Hermione's birthday is also in September, and her own birthday is in July, and Hermione is indeed older than her, so there should be nothing wrong with it - after all, she only wants to do such things that use her brain.
Just pay attention to the results.
And unless it is a pure comparison of absolute values of age, issues like age and age difference are no less important to children like Hannah and Luna who grew up in the magical world than to British people in the non-magical world.
The difficulty of understanding the "change" problem in a store.
In a sense, this may be one of the reasons why Europe generally does not place too much emphasis on the age of brothers and sisters, and when describing them, sister and brother are usually used together to refer to them.
Hannah thought for a moment, quickly grasped Elena's summary, and immediately started learning and applying it.
"Well, I was born in July, and you were born in February...so you should call me sister."
"Sister Hannah." Luna nodded with a slight smile and shouted obediently.
Compared to a certain dangerous little silver-haired witch, Luna's intuition clearly told her that the girl in front of her named Hannah Abbott was obviously much more reliable and did not have too many complex thoughts.
"Hannah, you idiot, of course that's not the case! How can it be that whoever has a bigger number is bigger!"
Looking at the two silly fools in front of her, Hermione twitched the corners of her mouth and sighed helplessly.
"You are the idiot! Such a simple method must be so complicated and troublesome."
Hannah raised her eyebrows, stared at Hermione Granger with dissatisfaction, and couldn't help but ask a question.
"Then tell me, my birthday is on July 5th, and your birthday is on September 19th, which one of us is older?"
"Of course I'm older, but..." Hermione answered without hesitation.
However, before she could finish what she said, Hannah waved her hand and made a concluding summary in an unquestionable and affirmative tone - it was rare for her to understand a certain truth before Hermione, which made her
Hannah is quite happy.
"That's it, that means Elena is right."
"That's not the case, please listen to my explanation..."
"Who's older, you or Harry?"
"Of course I am the oldest, and this is also because..."
"Okay, you're just not convinced that Elena has concluded a simpler method - just compare the sizes directly, why is it so complicated?"
After taking a look at Hannah, who had a victorious smile on her face, and Luna, who kept nodding her head in agreement, Hermione Granger, who had ten thousand complaints in her heart that she could not express, opened her mouth, and finally turned into a cry of helplessness.
The sigh.
"Oh. Forget it, it's up to you. Just compare your size..."
In short, in Hermione's complicated sigh, Elena seemed to hear the familiar words from her previous life:
Sichuan people: Yuanyang hotpot is just Yuanyang hotpot...
Mongolians: Just eat vegetables...
Northeastern people: just drink from the cup...
Jiangsu people: If you want to take the national roll, just take the national roll...