Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Christmas is just around the corner, and it's a very important holiday for Europeans. Although I don't celebrate it, I still need to prepare gifts or return gifts.

Therefore, I have compiled a list.

You absolutely must give gifts to all of Hufflepuff's best friends: Hannah, Susan, Iris, Ernie, Justin... and Cedric, the senior.

Some people in Ravenclaw, such as Anthony Goldstein, Padma Petit, and the lovely Cho Chang, are classmates I've occasionally consulted and have a decent relationship with. Especially Cho Chang, perhaps because we're both Asian, we get along very well. I liked Cho Chang the first time I saw her.

For Gryffindor, you can just send it to Hermione. There aren't any particularly close people there, and Harry and Ron have only met once.

As for Slytherin, of course only Willotte would send gifts.

Teacher... I've prepared gifts for all my teachers, but there's one person I'm still unsure about—that's right, it's you, Snape!

Giving it to him was bad, I was afraid he'd get noticed and then spit venom at me. Not giving it to him seemed even worse, all the other teachers had it, leaving Snape out was too much of a target... After agonizing over it, I started looking for outside help, asking the other badgers what they thought.

After serious discussion, the badgers came up with all sorts of answers. Some said to give a gift, some said not to, and some even suggested giving it anonymously… This discussion inexplicably reached Ravenclaw. Some analyzed that giving a gift might attract Snape's attention, making things even more difficult in class. Others said not to think too highly of themselves, what if Snape didn't even know who they were? Some even said, why give a gift to someone as fierce as Snape? Some countered, what if Snape was just petty and held a grudge because they didn't receive a gift? Still others felt that giving a gift or not was their own business and there was no need to overthink it.

Some students hadn't even thought about giving Snape a gift, but seeing everyone discussing it like this, they started to get anxious.

Everyone chattered for a while. I looked left and right, not understanding why I had only spoken to a few people, but in the end both colleges started discussing it.

I was getting dizzy from listening to all this, but I gritted my teeth and decided to give it to them anyway.

Let's also extinguish the flames of discussion and try not to put pressure on more people.

However, those who heard it still thought about the problem to some extent, and some of them were reminded and sent it to Snape.

So—on Christmas morning, when Snape woke up, he found that he had received far more gifts than usual. The colorful boxes were piled up together, almost making Snape think that some audacious student had sent him empty boxes as a prank.

But when you open it, it's neither empty nor a prank prop, but some normal little gifts.

There was candy, cookies, greeting cards with well wishes, some cheap herbs, and books about potions—frankly, these were all very basic for Snape, but there was no doubt that they were all carefully prepared by different people.

“Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw…” Snape couldn’t understand why they would send him these things.

"What a bunch of little monsters with brains full of worms..." he remarked impatiently as he put away the gifts.

None of these gifts could change Snape's attitude. In fact, he became even stricter in the second semester, much to the students' dismay. However, the practice of giving Snape gifts inexplicably continued after being demonstrated by a dark-haired, dark-eyed little witch, and everyone took it for granted and gave him gifts for several years.

Then, something happened that shocked Gryffindor and Slytherin: Snape returned the favor after receiving gifts for several years. He remained strict in class, but this strictness seemed different from before, accompanied by a subtle emotion.

At least for now, Snape is unaware of this surprise waiting for him; he's still figuring out how to find an excuse to deduct points from Gryffindor.

Time flies, and Hogwarts is about to have a holiday. I packed my suitcase, feeling relaxed but also a little nervous as I prepared to return to that house.

Who will be that "new family member"?

I was on high alert and retraced my original route back.

When I got to Privet Road, I ran into a neighbor I recognized from before who greeted me.

I took a deep breath, took out my keys, and opened the door.

Thankfully, there was no one else in the house, and everything seemed to remain exactly as it was when I left.

The house looked a bit dirty, and the smell of dust hit me. I closed the door, put my suitcase away, and started cleaning the house.

I'll probably be staying here for quite a while, so I spent several days shopping at the nearby supermarket and tried my best to decorate it the way I like.

Having some knowledge of magic, I could tell that this house had been enchanted with a Muggle Confusion Charm, so no ordinary person would notice it.

The new family member will be arriving tomorrow.

Finally, one day, Xiaoming gave me the exact time. I took out the calendar and saw that tomorrow was Christmas Eve.

They really know how to pick their timing. I glanced at the gifts piled up next to the sofa, all wrapped in warm yellow ribbons. These are all the gifts I'm going to give out. I hope Hazel can handle this heavy workload.

I've prepared everything and am waiting for my "new family member" to arrive tomorrow.

The next day, after a knock on the door, I immediately reached into the hidden compartment of my clothes to grab my wand, and used my other hand to open the door.

Standing in front of the door was a very handsome young man with a gentle and polite smile.

"Hello! Are you Miss Lai Ming?" The young man leaned forward slightly so that the little witch in front of him could see him better.

This upward angle can easily make people uncomfortable, so the young man squatted down a little, maintaining an awkward posture.

It seemed very thoughtful, so I quickly took a look at it.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" I asked, puzzled.

“I am Gavin Griffin,” the young man said with a cheerful smile. “You may not have seen me before. I am a friend of your parents and I recently arrived in London.”

“I was homeless when I first arrived here and was planning to find a place to live on my own, but your parents wrote to me and asked if I didn’t mind staying here temporarily and becoming their daughter’s temporary guardian,” the young man explained. “I’m very grateful that your parents are willing to give me a place to live, otherwise I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

At first glance, what I just said seems fine, but upon closer inspection, it turns out to be quite problematic.

I nodded hesitantly.

"My parents have already told me that new family members will be coming." I tried to appear innocent. "Oh, it was you."

I welcomed him in and led him to an empty room on the second floor that had already been cleaned up.

"You can call me Claire, that's my English name." I tried to start a conversation to get more information. "How should I address you?"

“If you don’t mind, you can just call me Gavin,” the young man said.

I told him to familiarize himself with his room first, and then he ran back to his own room.

"Calling Xiaoming! Xiaoming! Who is this person?"

[People you know.]

Stop being a riddle-maker and speak like a normal person!

Okay, it's Barty Crouch Jr.

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what?