Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

There was a period of chaos and chaos.

I painstakingly tidied up the small room.

When Xiaoming returned to me, I couldn't get anything out of him. He would just pretend to be dead whenever I asked, so I could only regretfully say forget it.

You'll find out eventually anyway, so don't worry. Instead, think about how to improve your grades.

...Xiao Ming, you've really changed.

I kept that wand carefully hidden in a dark lining of my clothes. I even had someone sew it on for me. I don't need to make up a reason; it was just to store the wand.

When I used the Clear Water Like a Spring, I felt the special thing about this wand - casting spells with it felt almost unobstructed, incredibly smooth, as if all I had to do was output magic power.

Under normal circumstances, casting a spell requires the user to concentrate on manipulating and concentrating magical energy, and then using a wand as a medium to transform the magical energy in a special way. This is the casting method of most wizards.

Whether it's a wand or a spell, for an ordinary wizard, they should both be tools that help magic flow in a specific way.

Some wizards who have good control over their own magic can try silent magic or wandless magic, because they are already capable of changing their magic in the way they want.

My weak perception of magic during the initial period of school was one of the main reasons why I learned magic slowly; I was unable to simulate the most suitable circuit for magic.

However, the feeling of using this wand is completely different. It seems to take the initiative to guide the flow of magic, dutifully transforming magic into powerful spells.

It's like a converter.

In this situation, the wizard only needs to output magic power to cast spells. There is no step of controlling magic power, no obstacles, less magic power is wasted, and the power is naturally greatly enhanced.

Just now, after perfectly using the weapon that eliminates you, I wondered if I could cast Avada Kedavra.

It turned out that it was possible, because I knew the spell, even though I knew nothing about its magical circuitry. The wand automatically helped me complete the magical circuitry after it sensed my intention to cast Avada Kedavra, enabling me to cast the dangerous spell.

Xiao Ming stopped me to prevent me from using magic that was far beyond my skill level; in his words, I couldn't be noticed so quickly.

"Okay, I understand." I casually put the wand into my pocket.

This is a magic wand that can only be used in times of crisis.

The magic I used was beyond my skill level, so to avoid losing my composure, it's best to use it sparingly.

I suspect that pocket watch also had a unique purpose, such as a time converter or something else.

I crawled out of the small room with my suitcase and lay on the bed pretending to be a corpse, looking utterly weak.

Help! Although I don't need to control the flow of magic power myself, I still have to generate the magic power myself.

After using several spells that consumed a lot of magic, I felt completely drained and didn't want to move at all.

Do not disturb, I am dead.

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The next day, after class as usual, I went to the library and ran into Hermione there.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen Theodore since.

I was initially very wary of Theodore, but after I gave him "The Practical Guide to Black Magic," he simply walked away indifferently.

I couldn't tell if there was any ulterior motive, so am I just being paranoid?

Let's put this matter aside for now and get ready to sit down and study with Hermione.

I took out a copy of "The Complete Book of Beginner Potions," and Hermione took out a copy of "Selected Works of the Nineteenth Century Wizarding World."

Hermione is still looking for Nicolas Flamel.

I've seen her flipping through these kinds of books for days, but I don't feel comfortable asking her about it, so I just pretend I didn't notice.

"Hermione!" I heard a shout, not loud, but still quite noticeable in the library, quickly drawing several eye rolls. Ron quickly made an apologetic gesture and pulled Harry to Hermione and me.

“Hermione…” Ron was about to greet Hermione, but his eyes fell on me sitting next to him. “You are… Claire? What are you doing here?”

The questioning tone might not have sounded very friendly at first glance. I nodded, looked up at them, and packed my things to leave, but Hermione seemed to have misunderstood something. She glared at Ron and pushed me back into my seat.

Oh no, I really want to leave.

"I'm sorry..." Although Ron sometimes speaks too quickly without thinking, he is still reasonable and knows that what he just said was ambiguous, so he honestly apologized, "I didn't want you to leave, I was just a little surprised."

I guessed they might have heard about me from Hermione, so I wasn't surprised. I just said in as calm a tone as possible, "It's okay. You must have something to say. It might not be appropriate for me to stay here. You should leave first."

"No, no need," Harry and Hermione said at the same time.

“You’ll be fine here,” Hermione added.

I:……

Hermione is one thing, but Harry, what's wrong with you?

Since they said that, how could I just leave?

So I had no choice but to sit down and pick up "The Complete Book of Beginner Potions" to continue reading.

It was obvious that with me there, they were a little too reserved and spoke very cautiously, but they couldn't shake their habit of loudly plotting, and soon they started discussing who Nicolas Flamel was.

I tried my best to pretend to be engrossed in my book, keeping my eyes and ears still, but unfortunately, the protagonist's charm still blew over me.

"Should we ask her?"

"Let's just forget about it. This has nothing to do with her. Let's not involve her."

"Why are you reacting so strongly? It's just a question, nothing serious."

"..."

Hermione and Ron argued at a volume they thought was very low, but which I could all hear clearly.

I:……

Attempting to remain unmoved.

"Claire, Hermione said you read a lot. Do you know who Nicolas Flamel is?" Ron finally asked bluntly.

“Nico Flamel?” I put down my book appropriately, pretending to be thoughtful. “I don’t know, but the name sounds familiar.”

“Have you heard of her?” Ron said dejectedly. “How come you look exactly like Hermione?”

They all sounded familiar, but when asked, no one knew the name.

Me: Maintain a friendly business smile.

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"I'm sorry, are you looking for this person?" I asked politely.

"It's nothing, I just have something to do and want to know who this person is," Hermione quickly explained.

"Ok."

"By the way, Claire, are you going home for Christmas?" Hermione asked casually, perhaps trying to change the subject.

Harry, who was in the distance, suddenly opened his book.

"Yes, I did." I nodded.

"Where does Claire live?"

"On a street in London."

"Oh." Hermione didn't ask any further questions.

We continued reading, and at some point, I said goodbye to Hermione and the others and left.