Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Lockhart has done all sorts of bad things.

After taking a few Lockhart classes, I successfully and unusually experienced emo.

In the Hufflepuff lounge, I slumped weakly on the sofa.

"Claire, are you alright!" The little badger beside me exclaimed in alarm. Susan immediately shook me, who had lost my soul, trying to wake me from the abyss of nothingness.

"I'm fine." I was very strong. I shook my head, which was almost shaken to the point of brain matter, and found that there was no sound of water. So I relaxed and lay down again, making the most of my lying-down skills. I closed my eyes peacefully and even made a joke, "It's good to be young. You can fall asleep as soon as you lie down."

Susan: “…”

Hannah: "..."

Cedric, who was passing by: "..."

Although I couldn't quite understand it, I could tell it was a joke.

Susan mischievously pinched my cheek.

Hannah hesitated for a moment, but then surprisingly started doing it too.

"Damn it, they must be getting revenge for me pinching their cheeks last time," I thought indignantly.

As if to support me, Senior Cedric gave a very polite laugh. My eyelashes fluttered, and I felt it was the perfect time to open my eyes. So I did a somersault and flipped myself up, wanting to startle the group of people who were laughing non-stop.

As expected, I was utterly defeated. No one was scared. Hannah let out a small gasp, but she wasn't really frightened. Everyone laughed. Although I didn't succeed, I was still very happy.

"Why is Claire so lively today?" another senior student, who overheard our conversation, asked me curiously.

"I was provoked." I said with a pained expression. "I just couldn't hold back and wanted to release it."

What triggered it?

"Just this morning, Professor Lockhart had a book torn apart by an out-of-control sprite during class."

I sighed.

Senior Badger was a little confused, but when Susan heard about it, she came over and praised me again, saying that I was too brave at the time.

Every time I think about this, I can't help but curse again—Lockhart has done all sorts of bad things.

I am heartbroken about the time and energy I wasted.

The group of elves he brought went out of control while teaching Gryffindor and Slytherin, and were eventually subdued by Willow and Hermione. Both of them noticed that something was wrong. Hermione was visibly upset, defending Lockhart while also being suspicious. Willow, on the other hand, had an inscrutable smile. I think she must have something in mind, and she even gloated for a while.

Unexpectedly... Lockhart was not giving up and wanted to perform with the sprites in class again. He seemed to insist that he wanted to give the students a chance to practice last time, so this time he reduced the number of sprites and cast a spell on them with unknown effects in advance.

Unfortunately, something went wrong. One of the Pokémon escaped from its cage and charged menacingly at a Ravenclaw girl. I was quite close by, and I couldn't catch my breath, so I threw the book I was holding at the Pokémon.

An angry little sprite grabbed my book, trying to tear it to shreds—By Merlin above! I couldn't resist punching it at close range, slamming it to the ground before casting a freezing spell with my wand to stop it.

The girl next to him was still in shock, and the surrounding classmates were dumbfounded. Lockhart was unable to maintain classroom discipline, but his words were still quite clever, allowing him to maintain his precarious image.

“Haha, this student’s reaction time is really good, worthy of praise, Hufflepuff +5 points,” Lockhart said, having done the only good thing he could. “Just like me back in the day. Things like this have happened to me when I was adventuring in the rainforest. Monsters would suddenly attack me, and of course I would easily dodge them, but that takes a lot of inspiration and practice…”

I:"……"

Life is dramatic.

(╯－＿－)╯╧╧

“Although I got extra points, I’m still not very happy,” I said. “Professor Lockhart doesn’t care about the safety of his students. Maybe in his eyes, being teased or even hurt by elves is nothing, but that doesn’t mean that everyone should suffer such an undeserved disaster.”

“No wonder she’s so angry, Claire is worried about everyone getting hurt…” Senior Cedric’s words hit the nail on the head.

He looked at me with knowing eyes, and I felt that he was very happy. This kind of playful tone, which wasn't teasing, made him feel closer to me. At that moment, I suddenly wished that Cedric wasn't my senior, but my junior.

It means something like that, but saying it outright made me a little embarrassed, so I coughed lightly, looking all righteous and awe-inspiring.

"..." Senior Sister Badger scratched her hair, thinking of Professor Lockhart's lectures, hesitated before speaking, and gave him a disdainful look, "Claire is amazing, but Professor Lockhart is indeed, tsk tsk, his level is so inconsistent, but his books are definitely well-written..."

"The book is good, but the main character doesn't quite resemble Professor Lockhart," I said, leaving that impression before changing the subject.

The chat continued.

I continued to sigh softly, venting my resentment to the fullest, complaining that the new bean and potato stew in the cafeteria was not very tasty, and that I missed the food from my hometown... After a chat, I rambled on with a bunch of random things, and the atmosphere in the Hufflepuff lounge became more and more lively.

“The stories in the book are wonderful. Speaking of which, I know some other kinds of stories. Would you like to hear them?” I became a little interested in the conversation and shared some strange little stories from my hometown with more and more little badgers around me, watching them listen intently.

"In China, we believe that humankind was created by Nuwa, a powerful and benevolent goddess..."

As I was speaking, a strange emotion arose within me, which made me unconsciously adjust my expression to avoid revealing anything unusual.

"She sculpted a little creature out of clay that looked like herself; she gave life to the clay and named this strange and fragile life a human being..."

Even though I was speaking Chinese in my mind, when I described these things to everyone in English, I was filled with doubt. It was as if this familiar story had suddenly become strange, taking on a color that didn't belong to us.

I calmly told the story, but my thoughts were gradually wandering, and then—I was caught at the point of inspiration.

It seems I've figured out something...

This unusual myth attracted a lot of attention, and the little badgers were amazed, but they only treated it as a story.

Only after the story of Nuwa creating humans ended did I say goodbye to my classmates with a smile and go back to my dormitory to rest.

"..."

I climbed into bed, and in this moment when no one could see me, a faint sadness crept across my face.

I still really miss China.

But not the China of today—you must know that this is the 1990s, and the China of my childhood and the China of my memories are in the future.

In a sense, it's a good thing in the foreseeable future.

I sincerely wish that my hometown will become better.

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small theater:

Claire (happily): Let me tell you a story.

Claire (suddenly enlightened): I get it! I get it! Inspiration +1 +1 +1 +... (Spellcasting method improved, greatly enhanced)

Claire: A naturally gifted player.

Willow: ...How did you suddenly become stronger?

the other side.

Ginny: I heard from Hufflepuff's students that you were amazing today, you actually defeated the elf!

Riddle: ...Ginny, don't mention Claire. Do you want me to kill her if you do?