Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Chapter 392

"Sure enough, Elena, you knew from the beginning that the person who wrote back was Luna?"

Hannah Abbot reached out and fiddled with the little hair on the head of the white-haired ball, and said in a very determined tone.

Ever since she saw the reply from Mr. Lovegood last week, she has been wondering why the handwriting of a middle-aged 30-year-old witch looks so cute and cute, just like a little girl. The handwriting is the same.

Today, after seeing the naive Luna Lovgood at the Hufflepuff table, Hannah ’s doubts were all solved instantly-anyway, the little hair will not lie, Luna will Arriving at Hogwarts was definitely not an accidental whim, but Elena had already calculated the result.

Biu ~ biu ~

Unexpectedly, the little hair on Elena's head shivered in surprise as she flirted with her wings.

"I don't know, I haven't. Don't guess."

I saw Bai Maodan shook his head quickly, and while skillfully negating the third company, he stretched out his hand to cover his head, and looked at Hannah Aibo with a look of vigilance, so as not to treat her poor little hair. Reach out the claws.

"It turns out that it makes sense ..."

Hermione nodded her head thoughtfully, her eyes falling on the flat-headed little owl hugged in Luna ’s arms, a flash of light flashed in her bright brown eyes, her fingers poked curiously like a chicken Chubby chicken said softly.

"So you have to hold this little guy all the time to threaten Luna to communicate with you-because [Simplified Chinese] is not only the owl messenger of the Lovegood family, but also Luna's pet owl, right? ? "

"Seize Simplified Chinese? My pet? What do you say?"

Hearing the topic fall on himself, Luna, who was struggling to eliminate the food in the dinner plate, looked up and blinked in confusion.

The food at Hogwarts was so delicious, she had to admit that the quality of the three meals at school was beyond her imagination compared to her dad ’s poor cooking-she finally understood why whenever When referring to Hogwarts, my dad missed it so much that it would be missed by anyone?

Hannah spread her hand and explained casually.

"That's the name of this little owl. Elena found a small carrot with a word inscribed on her neck. The letters on it read C, H, S, so simply call it Simplified Chinese (ChineseSimplified) ..."

"It's called Crumple-HornedSnorkack, it's not Simplified Chinese."

Luna put down the knife and fork in her hand, hugging the flat-headed little owl in her arms, and corrected it seriously.

"The name comes from a very rare and gentle magical animal. Sister Elena also knows this kind of creature. When we were in the letter before, I saw that she had briefly discussed a few questions in this regard with her father."

"Elena ... sister?"

Hannah repeated it curiously, with a strange expression in her eyes.

If she remembered correctly, it should be the first time that Elena and Luna met. How come this is less than half a day, they have already begun to match up with their sisters, and the child is too sincere.

"Yes, my birthday is February 13th, and Elena's birthday is September 25th ..."

Luna nodded, remembering Elena's explanation, turning her head to watch Hannah continue.

"Sister Elena told me in the morning that in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the senior students are definitely bigger than the lower students. In the same year, the birthday number is the bigger one."

"Hey? Is that true?"

Hannah tilted her head for a moment and nodded, seemingly incomprehensible.

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, this kind of brainy thing, she only Just pay attention to the results.

And unless it is a pure absolute comparison of ages, it is similar to the question of age and how many days are different. For the children who grew up in the magic world of Hannah and Luna, the British are as good as the non-magic world. Understand the difficulties of the store's "change" problem.

In a sense, this may also be one of the reasons why Europe generally does not put too much emphasis on the size of siblings. In the description, it is usually one of the reasons that sister and brother are used to refer to them together.

Hanna thought for a moment, and soon mastered Elena's summary, immediately learning to use it.

"Well, I was born in July, and you were in February ... So, you should call my sister too."

"Sister Hannah." Luna nodded with a smile and shouted obediently.

Compared to a somewhat dangerous silver-haired witch, Luna ’s intuition told her unmistakably that the girl named Hannah Abbot in front of her was obviously much more reliable and did not have much complicated thoughts.

"Hannah, you idiot, of course it's not like this! How could it be bigger than the one whose number is bigger!"

Looking at the two dumb, sly, sighs in the corner of her mouth, she sighed helplessly.

"You are a fool! Such a simple way, it is so complicated and troublesome to say."

Hannah raised her eyebrows, staring at Hermione Granger with dissatisfaction, and couldn't help asking a question.

"Then you say, my birthday on July 5th, and your birthday on September 19th, which of us is the oldest?"

"Of course I am older, but ..." Hermione replied without hesitation.

However, before she could finish the rest of the speech, Hannah waved her hand and made a conclusive summary with an affirmative tone that could not be tolerated-it was rare to be able to understand a certain reason before Hermione. Hannah was quite happy.

"That's not enough, it means Elena is right."

"Not like this, you listen to me explain ..."

"Which one are you or Harry?"

"Of course I am also old, and this is because ..."

"Okay ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ You just couldn't be convinced that Elena summed up a simpler method-obviously it's better than the size, why is it so complicated."

A glance at Hannah with a smile on her face, and Luna who kept nodding her head in agreement, 10,000 Hermione Granger in her heart opened her mouth, and finally turned into a helpless Sigh.

"Ah. Forget it, whatever you think. It's better than size ..."

In short, in Hermione's complex sighs, Elena seemed to hear the familiar from her previous life:

Sichuanese: Yuanyangguo, let's say Yuanyangguo ...

Mongols: Just eat the food ...

Northeastern: Take the cup and drink it ...

People from Jiangsu: The national roll is the national roll ...

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(End of this chapter)