Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

If we're talking about who was most emotionally devastated after a Quidditch match, it would definitely be Draco.

Even with Willow's warning, Draco's persistent harassment continued. He would often take Goyle and Crabbe to the Gryffindor table to make sarcastic remarks, but because his own sarcasm skills were not good enough, he would often end up getting annoyed with himself first.

"Humph."

Draco walked away from the Gryffindor table again, looking grim; it was clear he had run into a wall.

He muttered something under his breath as he walked, and it was obvious he was cursing Potter.

Sometimes I feel that Draco is a lot like the legendary virtual pet on social media. I rely on him for daily entertainment, and I feel something is wrong if I don't see him for a day. His presence is extremely strong.

In a sense, it's quite impressive to play a villain to this level.

After watching the excitement, I continued eating in peace, feeling relaxed and stress-free, and simply enjoying the tranquility of life.

Everything seemed normal, I thought to myself.

I went to the library. Without internet access, I became even more fond of reading. After all, there weren't many other forms of entertainment, and browsing in the library might just lead me to something interesting.

For example—"An Introduction to Practical Black Magic".

The library has books like this, and the worst part is that they're not even in the restricted section?

My curiosity was piqued when I saw that book. A Chinese student who doesn't learn dark magic isn't a good Hufflepuff, so I calmly reached out to take it.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see someone standing behind me, but they didn't make a sound. I paused, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't turn around. I picked up the book.

"Excuse me," the person behind him spoke, their tone polite but cold, "would you like to borrow this book?"

"Yes." I finally turned around and saw the person clearly: a tall, thin boy with a handsome face, but a completely unfamiliar Slytherin student. "Excuse me... are you also looking to borrow it?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

Because he wanted to borrow a book, he stood behind me silently and watched me take it.

A bit seeping.

"If you don't mind, I can give it to you directly after I've finished reading it," I said.

He stared at my face, and I kept smiling.

Honestly, I don't want to cause any trouble, but I think I've been very polite. If this person wants to see it first, they can politely ask, and I will definitely give it to them. But if they want to do something else, I can only knock them out with a physical knockout.

"Okay, thank you," the strange boy finally said.

"No problem, may I ask what your name is?"

“Theodore Nott.” His tone remained unchanged.

Me (inner thoughts): _(:3」∠)_

It turns out to be Theodore, whose appearance rate in the original work is almost zero, but whose appearance rate in fan fiction is extremely high.

I took a closer look and saw that she had black hair, blue eyes, and a standard fan-made beauty filter.

“I should be able to finish reading this book the day after tomorrow. If you don’t mind, I can wait for you at this time.” I lowered my eyes, no longer looking at Theodore. “You can come and pick it up then.”

"Hmm." Theodore replied somewhat coldly and left immediately after receiving the response, not even bothering to ask my name out of politeness.

This actually fits the original character quite well: he doesn't like socializing, he's intelligent, and he has racial prejudice, but it's not that serious.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

I almost thought someone was deliberately waiting for me, placing this book, "An Introduction to Practical Black Magic," where I could see it, hoping I'd be curious enough to take it, and then ambushing me.

If it were Theodore, probably not... well, not necessarily.

I hope I'm just being paranoid.

I shook my head, picked up the borrowed book, and went to my usual seat, ready to read.

As expected, although the book is titled "A Practical Introduction to Black Magic," the content is really too basic. It's more like Defense Against the Dark Arts than Black Magic. Older students might read it, but it's definitely not suitable for studying Black Magic.

So it's just an ordinary book, only the name sounds fancy and might lead people to have the wrong idea.

But I still read it carefully, treating it as a form of entertainment.

Unbeknownst to me, those blue eyes were staring at me thoughtfully.

I've managed to catch up with the classes, but I'm still very busy—busy learning other magic from Xiaoming.

At night, I put my suitcase on the bed, lowered the bed curtains, and cast a silent spell.

Since I used to do this all the time, my roommates didn't think much of it. My explanation for this was that I like to roll around in bed.

"Oh, that's actually quite cute," the roommates tried to understand.

I:???

I opened my suitcase, crawled inside, and entered the small room within it. I had arranged it in a certain way, with various books, food, what I considered essential survival supplies, some collected bottles and jars, and a pile of boxes.

Don't ask, I don't believe any Chinese family member could resist hoarding after having such a small room.

I laid Xiaoming out, took out my magic wand, and prepared to practice magic.

The Silent Spell is the spell I practice the most. I don't dare practice magic in front of my roommates until I've mastered it.

The second spell I need to practice is Armor Protection. My progress in practicing this is not very good because I don't have enough external help to test the strength of my magic shield. I can only estimate the strength of my shield by the degree of magic loss. This spell can only be used in very urgent situations.

The third magic is the invincible weapon from the original story, which is easy to use, fast, and can interrupt skills. I've been studying it diligently, but my progress is appalling.

Most effective spells require real-world application. Practicing on your own can only ensure you can recite the incantation; the actual effect is something you'll only know once you use it. I, for one, would never use such half-baked spells in combat.

Then there's... everyday magic.

I found a locked box that I had prepared beforehand and waved my wand.

"Araho Cave is open."

The box trembled and opened. I examined its lock, trying to figure out how it unlocked.

I found a basin.

"Clear water is like a spring."

Every time I see it, I feel amazed; small streams of water emerge from somewhere in the space at the tip of the wand.

After the basin was full of water, I stirred it with my hand.

"Freezing Spell".

The water in the basin suddenly stopped moving, and not even a ripple remained.

I started to think.

How does the Alaho Cave open the lock? The lock itself wasn't destroyed; it just changed from "closed" to "open." Did this magic alter the lock's internal structure, causing it to open?

Where does the clear, spring-like water come from? Is it created out of thin air, transferred spatially, or something else entirely? In the game Magic Awakening, the clear, spring-like water can be used to kill, just like bullets. If the water were in high-speed motion, would it have the same effect?

The Freezing Charm doesn't create ice; it's a spell that stops people and things from moving. Could it be considered a secondary alternative to petrifying everything? What effect would it have in actual combat? Does it freeze the state, or just stop the action?

Today's magic practice is over, and I go to sleep feeling satisfied.

Well, another peaceful day.