“Indeed, Aileen, you knew from the start that Luna was the one replying, right?”

Hannah Abbott reached out and tweaked the little ahoge on the white-haired dumpling’s head, stating it with absolute certainty.

Ever since she saw “Mr. Lovegood’s” reply last week, she had been wondering why a middle-aged wizard in his thirties would have such delicate and lovely handwriting, almost like a young girl's.

Today, after seeing the innocent and naive Luna Lovegood at the Hufflepuff table, all the doubts in Hannah's mind instantly vanished – the ahoge wouldn't lie, Luna's arrival at Hogwarts was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment thing, but rather a result of Aileen's carefully calculated plan.

Biu~biu~

Caught off guard by the teasing from the wing, the little ahoge on Aileen's head trembled in surprise.

“Don't know, didn't do it, don't make wild guesses.”

The white-haired dumpling quickly shook her head, skillfully performing the triple denial while covering her head, looking at Hannah Abbott with a wary expression, lest she reach out her devilish claws to her poor little ahoge.

“I see, that explains it all…”

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, her gaze falling on the flat-headed owlet Luna held in her arms. A hint of understanding flashed in her bright brown eyes, and she curiously poked the quiet and docile little chubby chicken, saying softly.

“So, you've been keeping this little guy to threaten Luna into corresponding with you – because ChineseSimplified isn't just a Lovegood family owl messenger, but also Luna's pet owl, right?”

“Impound ChineseSimplified? My pet? What are you talking about?”

Hearing the topic turn to her, Luna, who was diligently destroying the food on her plate, looked up and blinked in confusion.

The food at Hogwarts was so delicious that she had to admit that the quality of the school's three meals was beyond her imagination compared to her dad's terrible cooking – she finally understood why her dad was so nostalgic whenever he mentioned Hogwarts, anyone would miss it, right?

Hannah spread her hands and casually explained.

“It's just the name of this little owl. Aileen found a small carrot with letters engraved on it around its neck, spelling c, h, s, so she simply called it ChineseSimplified…”

“It's called a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, not ChineseSimplified.”

Luna put down her knife and fork, holding the flat-headed owlet in her arms, and corrected her seriously.

“The name comes from a very rare and gentle magical creature. Aileen knew about this creature too. I saw her have a brief discussion with my father about it in our letters before.”

“Aileen… Sister?”

Hannah repeated curiously, a strange look in her eyes.

If she remembered correctly, today should also be Aileen and Luna's first meeting. How could they be calling each other sisters in less than half a day? This child was a little too honest.

“Yes, my birthday is February 13th, and Aileen’s birthday is September 25th…”

Luna nodded, recalling Aileen’s explanation, and turned to look at Hannah, continuing.

“Sister Aileen told me this morning that in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, older students are definitely older than younger students. And for students in the same year, whoever has a larger birthday number is older.”

“Eh? Is that so?”

Hannah tilted her head and thought for a moment, nodding as if she understood.

Come to think of it, Hermione's birthday was also in September, while her own birthday was in July, and Hermione was indeed older than her, so there shouldn’t be anything wrong with that – after all, she only needed to focus on the results when it came to things that required thinking.

Moreover, unless it was a simple comparison of absolute age, problems such as age and the number of days of difference were as difficult for Hannah and Luna, who grew up in the magical world, as understanding the "change" problem in stores for British people in the non-magical world.

In a sense, this might also be one of the reasons why Europe generally doesn't emphasize the age of siblings too much, and usually uses "sister" and "brother" to refer to them all together when describing them.

Hannah thought for a moment and quickly grasped Aileen's summary, immediately putting it into practice.

“Well, I was born in July, and you were born in February… So, you should call me sister too.”

“Sister Hannah,” Luna nodded with a gentle smile, calling out obediently.

Compared to a certain somewhat dangerous silver-haired little witch, Luna's intuition clearly told her that the girl named Hannah Abbott in front of her was obviously much more reliable and didn't have too many complicated thoughts.

“Hannah, you idiot, that's not how it is! How can it be that whoever has the bigger number is older!”

Looking at the two silly dorks in front of her, Hermione twitched her lips and sighed helplessly.

“You’re the idiot! Why make such a simple way so complicated and troublesome?”

Hannah raised her eyebrows and glared at Hermione Granger with dissatisfaction, unable to resist asking.

“Then tell me, my birthday is July 5th, and your birthday is September 19th, who is older?”

“Of course, I am older, but…” Hermione replied without hesitation.

However, before she could finish her sentence, Hannah waved her hand, making a conclusive summary with an undeniable tone – it was rare for her to understand a principle before Hermione, which made Hannah quite happy.

“That’s it then, that proves Aileen is right!”

“That's not how it is, let me explain…”

“Then who is older, you or Harry?”

“Of course, I am older, and that's because…”

“Alright, you’re just not convinced that Aileen has summarized a simpler method – it’s obviously easier to just compare the numbers directly, why make it so complicated.”

Looking at Hannah's face with a victorious smile, and Luna nodding in agreement, Hermione Granger, who had ten thousand complaints she couldn't say, opened her mouth, and finally turned into a helpless sigh.

“Sigh. Fine, think whatever you want. Compare the numbers then…”

In short, amidst Hermione's complex sigh, Aileen seemed to hear the familiar words from her past life:

Sichuanese: A yin-yang hotpot it is, then...
Mongolian: Eating vegetables it is, then...
Northeasterner: Drinking from a cup it is, then...
Jiangsu people: The national paper it is, then...

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