I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 50: The Conspiracy from Little Angel Hannah

"Try this."

On Saturday, in the auditorium's main hall, Owen was enjoying lunch on a Hufflepuff bench.

"Hmm—these pumpkin pancakes taste a little different from the ones the elves make."

"This is a family recipe passed down through generations. My mother makes it all the time." Hannah carefully picked up the pastries from the silver plate in front of her and placed them on Owen's plate.

She was exceptionally different today.

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

Instead, she was wearing her usual clothes, a blue and white pleated skirt with lace trim on the cuffs and collar.

Black stockings were encased in a pair of beaver-skin boots, the rope tied into a large bow.

Her long, golden hair was tied into a single ponytail with a red silk ribbon, hanging down in front of her chest.

A few stray hairs fell across her forehead.

For a moment, she seemed strangely like a French saint who saved the nation.

"It's still too sweet." The self-satisfied winner in life, who was waiting to be fed, shamelessly said, "You can try making it savory. Actually, I prefer savory food."

"Okay," the little witch nodded solemnly.

"Um, this flower tea smells so good, could you make more?"

I plan to give it away.

Owen stared intently at Hannah's face, his gray eyes filled with anticipation.

"Of course." The little witch paused for a moment, her blue eyes darting away, unable to meet Owen's gaze.

He just stammered and agreed.

"Wow, you're such an angel!" Owen smiled and patted Hannah's shoulder with his right hand.

Please continue.

"Lombard is so lucky!" he said.

The fighting is raging over there.

On the other hand, it felt like falling into an icebox.

Justin watched coldly. His little face was contorted in pain!

acid!

Today's pumpkin juice is so sour!

Why!

Why is Hannah so nice to Irving?

He couldn't quite understand it. Surely, they weren't like Zacharys Smith and Ernie McMillan, after the unicorn hair blanket on his bed?

Justin stared jealously at the two people beside him.

It's supposed to be a movie for three people, but I never get a name.

Is this still the Hufflepuff trio?

"Ahem! Abbot, so what's up?" After enjoying Hannah's 'care' for a week, Owen was finding it hard to keep taking advantage of her.

Although—but, sigh! Why did I become so thin-skinned after starting the second playthrough?

Could it be that I've gotten younger?

"I—I heard Neville say that." Hannah brushed a stray hair from her forehead, and then stammered out the story of the Philosopher's Stone, Snape, and the Forbidden Forest.

As she spoke, her eyes kept glancing towards Gryffindor.

On a girl with brown hair.

"Oh! That restricted area on the fourth floor!" Owen took a big gulp of hot tea, then casually explained, "It's just Dumbledore's fishing trick; he's a master at it."

"If we're talking about who's the most arrogant person in the entire wizarding world, the old headmaster is second to none!"

"He was too confident, which is why he used such a dangerous method to fish."

"However, what I'm more curious about is, if even you knew it was a trap, how could Voldemort not know?"

A mocking smile crept across Irving's lips.

What the heck? How come everyone knows about the Philosopher's Stone?

Damn it, what if Quirrell doesn't go and steal the Philosopher's Stone?

How did the main storyline of first grade turn into a public toilet, with everyone able to get in? Don't they have any respect for Tom?!

"That's the Philosopher's Stone!" Hannah, sitting to the side, pretended to open her mouth, showing an incredulous little expression.

Ever since she learned the 'truth' from Neville, she made a point of going to see Hermione.

I wanted to ask her about the specific details of what happened that day.

During the days when Irving was lying in the school hospital.

Afterwards, she went to the library and spent several hours researching before she gained a more comprehensive understanding of the Philosopher's Stone.

"What if it really gets stolen?" she muttered to herself.

"You can't steal it. Do you really think Dumbledore is a fool?"

"I heard it can grant wizards immortality?" Even Justin, who was born a Muggle, had heard of the Philosopher's Stone, a classic element of fantasy.

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

"Nick, its inventor is six hundred years old. What do you think!" Owen took a bite of rose cake. "His bones would be boiled into soup, crunchy bone Nick. As for if it really gets lost... hehe, who knows? Anyway, the old headmaster's plan probably didn't include a contingency plan for the Philosopher's Stone being lost."

With that, Owen wiped his mouth and pointed in the direction of Gryffindor, "See those three unlucky guys?"

"I bet a Galleon they're going to explore that house on the fourth floor tonight."

"How did you know?" Hannah's eyes lit up, then she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Me? Because I saw them coming back from Hagrid's place yesterday, all smiles. They must have figured out how to get past Luwei, uh—that three-headed dog."

As he was talking, he suddenly seemed to realize something.

"I have a good idea."

"No—you didn't!" Justin interrupted.

He looked at Owen with some fear; every time he said that, nothing good ever happened.

"Get out of here—I'm serious, even though my college grades are way ahead. But there are still weeks until the exams, aren't there?"

He suddenly remembered that with the end of the semester approaching, he only had a Gryffindor score of around two hundred.

Although the gap between him and Hufflepuff, who has nearly 600 points, is too large.

The Forbidden Forest incident—Dumbledore gave him a full 100 points and was even preparing to apply for a special contribution award for him.

But everyone knows Old Deng is biased. What if he decides to give Hufflepuff points again? (Humorous)

After all, he's now Dumbledore's favorite student.

P.S.: I'm sorry, my dear grandpa!

"The headmaster didn't say the test was only for Gryffindor, so how about we go try it out in a bit!"

Irving was very interested.

First of all, it's only the end of May, and there's still some time before Quirrell makes his move.

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

I know I can't embezzle, but surely I can do it after a few days of research.

"No—I don't want to go." Justin was the first to back out.

Then he received a big eye roll from Irving.

"Justin," he slapped Justin on the shoulder. "I hereby officially announce that you're permanently kicked out of the Hufflepuff crew. Your name will never be on the trio again. Now get the hell out of here!"

"Hannah, how are you? Just think of it as a vacation," Owen said casually. Perhaps, among all the young wizards at Hogwarts, only he had the strength and courage to completely disregard the challenges set by the professors.

"I--"

The company hired a chairman's assistant, and I didn't do any work in the afternoon; I just spent over four hours explaining the procedures to her.

My throat is burning.

So I didn't bother to revise the text.

When I got home and checked, good heavens! What?! What?! What the hell was this all about?!

I deleted over three thousand words in one go and rewrote two chapters. Oh! My little angel Hannah! The plot had already been cut by more than half, and then Christmas—after.

We absolutely must save face now!

We can't let little Hermione ride on our heads.

I, Hannah, have a character setting, but Hermione doesn't, does she?

Hmph! ╭(╯^╰)╮!

Long live Hufflepuff!

(End of this chapter)