Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The match was over, but the war between Gryffindor and Slytherin was not. Or rather, because of the unexpected and convoluted nature of the match, their arguments only intensified.

Gryffindor: "You're sending such a young girl? Does Slytherin have no one else?"

Slytherin: "Ha, you can't even beat such a small girl, what right do you have to yell here?"

Gryffindor: "We won no matter what, and you are just losers."

Slytherin: "You guys wouldn't have won if it weren't for that Potter's good luck. What's there to be proud of if you were only 20 points behind? You scored a goal before that."

Gryffindor: "Anyway, we won."

Slytherin: "You guys will do anything to win, even use your mouths. How pathetic."

Gryffindor: "Anyway, we won."

Slytherin: "So what if you won? You were beaten so badly and you still dare to brag about it everywhere. Just wait, there won't be a next time."

Gryffindor's veins bulged: "Anyway, we won."

Slytherin: "..."

Unable to resist, he gripped the wand tightly.

So spells flew everywhere. One person started, and a group joined in. Red and green clashed, gradually evolving from using wands to fire small evil spells to using hands and feet. You pull my scalp, I rip your pants, and the scene quickly descended into chaos.

Seeing this, the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students all wisely chose to stay away from the disaster and observe from a distance.

The teacher quickly came out to maintain order.

After we finished watching the drama unfold, we left. Having never witnessed fans fighting before, I was dumbfounded and had mixed feelings.

Fortunately, the Chinese people never fight with others over football; it's really quite exciting.

Today's match is over. The Hufflepuff vs. Ravenclaw match will be in a few days.

I was in a good mood, and the next day I took out my history of magic textbook and planned to find a secluded place to daydream.

I know a very secluded corner, a corner of the lawn, and the best part is that there is a big tree there. On sunny days, I love to lie there and sleep with my face covered by a book.

This languid feeling always calms me down; to describe it in one sentence, it's like "feeling the corpse is warm," which perfectly reflects the mental state of modern young people.

I lay there, closed my eyes, and relaxed.

Then... practice Occlumency.

Later, while I was practicing, I actually fell asleep.

"Claire?" In a daze, I heard someone hesitantly call my name.

It felt like someone gently pushed me.

……who is it?

I opened my eyes, sat up, and quickly regained consciousness.

The person in front of me was startled, but I felt even more frightened.

what?

I believe anyone would be scared if they woke up to a pair of green eyes.

“…Potter?” I stood up stiffly and quickly brushed the grass off my clothes.

Oh my god, why is Harry here?!

I've seen Harry many times; after all, they've caused a lot of trouble and their presence is very strong. There's also a lot of discussion about Harry within Hufflepuff, but I've never actually spoken to him, and I don't know what happened.

“Hello!” Harry looked a little nervous and extremely shy. “I’m sorry, I saw that you seemed to be asleep, but it’s getting dark, and I’m worried that you won’t be able to get up and will sleep until night… so I wanted to remind you.”

He spoke very quickly, like pouring out beans.

I looked up at the sky; the sunset was beautiful. Indeed, I understood what Harry meant.

To be honest, it was a bit of meddling, but I always feel that I shouldn't take advantage of other people's kindness, so I sincerely expressed my gratitude.

"Okay, thank you," I said.

A gust of wind blew by, and we stood facing each other in silence.

The atmosphere was awkward, and I wanted to leave.

"...Do you know me?" Harry seemed to be trying to start a conversation, but he quickly realized that he was making a fool of himself, and that saying it would only make things more awkward.

I had to stop my restless feet.

“Of course I know you. You’re the boy who survived the ordeal, and you’re a member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” I smiled professionally. “I saw you at the game yesterday.”

"Is that so?" Harry looked even more reserved.

"You're amazing. Gryffindor would have lost without you," I said, then suddenly remembered that I was cheering for Slytherin.

I tried my best to keep smiling.

"I'm sorry, Ming-Ming classmate."

It wasn't quite standard; I almost didn't realize they were calling me.

But when he woke me up, didn't he call me Claire? Why has he changed his mind now?

"It's okay, you can just call me Claire, that's my English name."

“Hello, Claire,” Harry said. “I’ve heard Hermione mention you before. You’re a Hufflepuff student and you study very hard.”

I felt Harry was trying to ease the awkwardness, but it was clearly not very effective. After only a few words, I wanted to make a quick getaway.

"Excuse me, I have something to do tonight. Goodbye, Potter." I said politely and turned to leave.

There are too many named characters in the original Hogwarts series, and dealing with them is unavoidable, so I didn't have that excited reaction when I met the main characters.

Meeting Harry was a foreseeable event, but I really didn't expect this situation. Harry's attitude was also a bit strange. Maybe he heard something about me from Hermione, but it doesn't matter since we didn't have much interaction.

I returned to the Hufflepuff lounge, still feeling refreshed after waking up, and decided to take out a copy of "The Complete Guide to Life Spells" to read.

"The Cleansing Spell can be used in various situations... Which spell is most effective for cleaning oil stains...?"

My eyes were lifeless.

Honestly, it's so boring. This is the 1008th time I've missed my phone and computer. When I first arrived, I wasn't too worried, but now that I'm bored, I'm going crazy thinking about my phone.

It's more severe when you've just woken up and have nothing to do.

Commonly known as information network withdrawal reaction.

A badger passing by saw me looking like this, hesitated for a moment, then came up and handed me a piece of candy.

"Are you alright?" the badger asked.

I looked up and saw, oh, it was Cedric, the senior.

I accepted it without hesitation and said, "I feel my soul ascending to heaven. I'm so bored."

“Oh, I understand.” Cedric indicated his understanding; he was very considerate in chatting with me.

These days, it's impossible to avoid current events when chatting, and we soon started talking about Quidditch.

Cedric and I both felt that Hufflepuff had little hope this year, a sentiment shared by all the little badgers. Gryffindor and Slytherin had strong new members this year, resulting in a significant increase in their overall strength, while the Hufflepuff Quidditch team was still slightly weaker.

But we all had a good attitude. Everyone cheered for the Hufflepuff team members one after another. We would share our snacks with them. Everyone was happy and accepted our fate.

I asked Cedric if he was interested in joining the Quidditch team. I remember he was the captain and Seeker of Hufflepuff in the original story, and he was very strong.

Cedric answered honestly that he had a slight interest in joining the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.

“However, we should wait until next year; this year’s selections are already over,” Cedric said. He is currently a third-year student.

I remember Cedric was later a prefect in Hufflepuff, so it seems he'll be very busy next year with so much to do.

We had a very pleasant chat, and I finally experienced firsthand the charm of Cedric the Badger's White Moonlight. The gentle and upright Badger senior always tried his best to take care of the people around him, and together we made the Badgers feel at ease.