"Taste this."

On Saturday, in the hall of the Great Hall, Owen was sitting on a Hufflepuff bench enjoying lunch.

"Hmmm—this pumpkin pie doesn't taste quite the same as the elf's."

"This is our family's ancestral secret recipe, which my mother often makes." Hannah carefully picked up the shortbread from the silver plate in front of her and placed it on Owen's plate.

Today she is very different.

Because it was a Saturday, she wasn't wearing her school uniform.

Instead, he wore his regular clothes, a blue-and-white pleated skirt with lace at the cuffs and collar.

The black stockings were wrapped in a pair of beaver fur boots, and the knots were tied into large bows.

The long blonde hair is tied into a single ponytail by a red silk. Draped on the chest.

There were a few strands of hair scattered across his forehead.

In a trance, she looked a little inexplicably like a French saintess of national salvation.

"It's still too sweet." A certain winner of life waiting to be fed, Tian shamelessly said bluntly: "You can try to make salty, in fact, I prefer salty food." ”

"Okay." The little witch nodded and said solemnly.

"That, this flower tea tastes so fragrant, can you make more?"

I'm going to give it away...

Owen stared reverently at Hannah's cheek, his gray eyes full of expectation.

"When—of course." The little witch was stunned for a moment, her blue eyes were a little dodgy and did not dare to look into Owen's eyes.

It's just that I didn't respond hesitantly.

"Wow, you're such a little angel!" Owen smiled and slapped his right hand on Hannah's shoulder.

Be sure to keep going.

"Blessed are Lombard-san!" He said.

...

It's hot over there.

On the other hand, it is like falling into an ice vault.

Jarvis watched coldly. The little faces are going to be twisted together!

Sour!

Today's pumpkin juice – so sour!

Why!

Why did Hannah be so nice to Owen?

He couldn't figure it out, could he be like Zachares Smith and Ernie McMillan, who wanted the blanket made of unicorn fur on his bed?!

Jarvis stared at the two of them in disgust.

It's a three-person movie, but I can't have a name.

Is this still a Hufflepuff trio?

"Ahem! Aibo-san, so what's the matter with you? "After enjoying a week of 'care' from Hannah's classmates, Owen was a little unable to pull his face and continued to prostitute for nothing.

Although—but, hey! Why did my face become thinner after the second week?

Is it because you are getting younger?

"I-I listen, Neville said—" Hannah brushed the shredded hair across her forehead, and then staggered tales of the Philosopher's Stone, Snape, and the Forbidden Forest.

As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of Gryffindor.

On a certain brown-haired girl.

"Oh! That forbidden area on the fourth floor! Owen took a big sip of hot tea, and then explained indifferently: "Dumbledore's fishing methods are just that, he is a master in this regard." ”

"If you want to say, who is the most arrogant in the entire wizarding world, the old headmaster is second, and who dares to be first!"

"He's just too confident to use this dangerous method to fish."

"However, I'm more curious, if even you know it's a trap, then Voldemort wouldn't know?"

A mocking smile cracked into the corners of Owen's mouth.

What the hell is this, how can everyone know about the Philosopher's Stone?

Damn, what if Quirrell doesn't grab the Philosopher's Stone?

How did a good first-grade main line become a public toilet, and anyone can plug in it? I can't pay back my brother Tom's face!

"That's the Philosopher's Stone~" Hannah, who was sitting on the side, opened her mouth pretendedly, revealing an unbelievable little expression.

Ever since she had learned the 'truth' from Neville, she had gone out of her way to find Hermione.

I wanted to ask her about what happened that day.

Just a few days when Owen was lying in the school hospital.

After that, she also went to the library to check the materials for several hours, and only then did she have a more complete understanding of the Philosopher's Stone.

"What if someone really steals it?" She muttered quietly.

"You can't steal it, is Dumbledore really a fool?"

"I heard it makes wizards immortal?" The Philosopher's Stone is a classic element of magic, even Jarvis, who was born in a Muggle, has heard of it.

Of course, he learned about it from children's fantasy stories.

"Nick, its inventors are six hundred years old. You tell me! Owen took a bite of the rose cake, "The bones are all boiled into soup, and the bones are crunchy Nick." As for if you really lose it... Hehe, God knows, anyway, the old principal's plan should not be included, and the Philosopher's Stone lost this plan. ”

As he spoke, Owen wiped his mouth and pointed in the direction of Gryffindor, "See those three unlucky guys?" ”

"I'll bet on a gold Galleon, they're going to venture into that house on the fourth floor tonight."

"How do you know?" Hannah's eyes lit up, and then she asked, feigning puzzlement.

"Me? For I had only seen them happily come back from Hagrid yesterday, and they must have been given a way to get past Lowe, uh—the three-headed dog. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly seemed to realize something.

"I have a good idea."

"N-you don't!" Jarvis chimed in.

He looked at Owen with some horror, and every time he said that, nothing good happened.

"Climb - I'm serious, though my house score is way ahead. But isn't that a few weeks away from the exam? ”

He suddenly remembered that near the end of the term, there were only about two hundred Gryffindors.

Although the gap with Hufflepuff, which is nearly 600 points, is a bit too huge.

Forbidden Forest Incident - Dumbledore added him a full hundred points, and was ready to apply for a special contribution award for him.

However, everyone knows the partiality of the old Deng head. In case, he's going to give Hufflepuff extra points again. (funny)

Who let him, he is now Dumbledore's favorite student.

PS: Sorry my dear grandpa!

"The headmaster didn't say that the test was only for Gryffindor, how about it, we'll break through in a while!"

Owen was impressed.

First of all, it was only the end of May, and it was still some time before Quirrell started.

Secondly, he wanted to study the Philosopher's Stone for a few days.

I know I can't be greedy for ink, but I should be able to study it for a few days.

"Don't—I don't want to go." Jarvis was the first to retreat.

Then he reaped a big roll of the eyes of Owen.

"Jarvis." He slapped Jarvis on the shoulder. "I officially announce that you have been permanently kicked out of the Hufflepuff Squad, and your name will never be on the trio again. Now for the master to climb! ”

"Hannah, how are you? Just go on a trip. Owen said lightly, maybe, the entire Hogwarts little wizard, he is the only one who has such strength and courage, and he doesn't pay attention to the levels assigned by the professors at all.

"I-"