Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Gryffindor and Slytherin finished the match with the same score.

Harry gasped for breath as the Weasley twins carried him away. Wood stood dejectedly in the rain, trying to drown himself. To him, what difference was there between achieving this situation and losing? The other team members surrounded him, trying to persuade him to leave, and they all got soaked to the bone.

Susan and her friends contentedly put their full notebooks back into their pockets, intending to show them to the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain for reference. I blinked, straightened up, and pretended that I had read the whole thing and hadn't fallen asleep at the crucial moment.

Willotte walked off the pitch with a very subtle smile. Whether she was disappointed or not was unknown, but her anger was clearly visible, and the Slytherin players next to her didn't dare to say a word.

Because of insufficient time to gel, Slytherin's teamwork was naturally not as good as Gryffindor's, who were training like crazy. In addition, the weather was not friendly to the Chaser. Even though Willow was strong, she was unable to pull ahead of Gryffindor by 150 points. The Slytherin students were desperately calculating their scores. Perhaps they had a premonition that their own house would not be able to get the Golden Snitch and that they had to rely on overwhelming the score in the early stages to maximize their chances of victory.

As expected, Harry caught the Snitch and, risking having his spine broken by the ball, sprinted forward. At that moment, the stadium erupted in screams, and Hermione and Ron almost thought they were going to die at Harry's hands.

"That's amazing," Hannah murmured. She felt a strong sense of belonging to the school and couldn't help but worry about what Hufflepuff would do against these two schools. Cedric was very strong, and the Hufflepuff team was also quite good overall this time. But this kind of worry couldn't be easily dispelled by simple comfort.

"Claire, I, I'm a little..." She grabbed my sleeve, feeling embarrassed to express her feelings. Quidditch matches are important, but under the widely accepted philosophy of peace within Hufflepuff, everyone understands the importance of not taking victory or defeat too seriously. She was afraid that worrying too much would make her seem petty.

"So you're the same way." I sighed. "I'm getting a little anxious about this competition."

It's not that Hufflepuff isn't trying hard enough, it's just that the opponents are too strong and too crazy. At this moment, I couldn't help but agree with Hermione—it's just a game of ball, don't risk your life! I really don't want to see any "I'll give you my life if it helps me score" kind of life-risking literature on the court.

Wood wouldn't say something like that, cough... probably not?

Although I missed the crucial part, the game lasted a long time, and once I was fully awake, I could clearly see the situation on the field. When Harry was carried off the field exhausted, Sirius Black, the black big cat limited edition, jumped up from the Gryffindor stands, almost rushing out to give those Slytherin team members an uppercut.

No, in his current state, his cat punches are harmless, but they're more than enough to scratch the faces of some glib Slytherins.

I regret that I didn't have a camera to capture this precious moment.

After the match, there will be a period of traditional "friendly exchanges." The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw people who stayed behind are just watching the fun, since they certainly won't be involved this time. As for what happens afterward, well, we'll talk about it next time. It's rare to have such a big and exciting event.

Sure enough, even the rain couldn't stop the Gryffindors and Slytherins from arguing. At first, it was just sporadic shouting, but after a minute it escalated into shouting at each other through the rain and throwing things at each other. The prefects struggled to keep the scene from turning into a school brawl.

Gryffindor went first, starting with a sarcastic remark: "The Golden Snitch is ours. Want to guess which house hasn't caught it yet?"

The Slytherin students immediately retorted: "You guys are really something, your Chaser is so bad, it's like the whole team can't play without a Seeker. If it weren't raining, Gaunt would have scored a lot more goals and thrashed you. Now you can only save face by showing off the Golden Snitch."

The Gryffindor students sneered, then closed their eyes and praised Harry: "It's Harry's skill to catch the Snitch. Are you not catching him because you don't want to? Besides, if it weren't raining, we should have scored more goals. Your big guy kept committing fouls!"

The Slytherin students vehemently denied it: "What foul? The referee didn't say anything!"

"The referee said you deserved to lose."

"You're dreaming. This time we're fighting fair and square. What about you? You're not going to be like before, praying that the thief will run into Potter's hands while cursing us to be struck by lightning, are you, you stupid lion?"

The Gryffindor students were enraged and half-drawn their wands, while the Slytherins did not back down, glaring angrily at each other, and the two sides were about to clash.

Brilliant, truly brilliant.

I pulled Hannah back to avoid accidentally hurting her.

Arguing is one thing, but it's not good to start fighting, especially when they throw things at each other. Although they can use magic to protect themselves, such provocative behavior is too much of a show-off.

A commotion came from the side. I glanced to the side and immediately felt relieved. It was Professor McGonagall walking over with a stern face. So it would just be an argument and wouldn't escalate into a group fight.

Hannah, who was being led away, glanced at me discreetly, let go of my sleeve, and tentatively took my hand instead. Seeing that I didn't object, she smiled, her mood improved, and she laughed as we jogged out of the stadium together.

I would hold hands and lean close to my best female friends; Hannah liked doing this and felt very safe.

When I was sleeping in the stands, she naturally noticed and was right next to me. However, given my history of irregular sleep patterns, falling asleep in such a noisy stand, though absurd, seemed normal for me. Hannah thought for a moment and then whispered something in my ear.

Hannah: "Claire."

Me: "Hmm?"

Hannah: "Don't stay up late reading."

I didn't stay up late!

I felt wronged: "Okay."