Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Batistuta is more adaptable than I imagined.

They could even eat such a disgusting food as "Stargazing" without batting an eye, and they could still pretend to be tough even with cold sweat dripping down their faces.

To be honest, I don't even know how I made it.

I even gave him the bottle of potion that I almost ruined, and he didn't say anything at all.

Little Barty has a surprisingly high tolerance level. Judging from his behavior, nothing bad will happen in the short term, so we can rest assured. If there are any minor issues, we can probably ask him for help.

After watching Little Barty go upstairs to rest, I also returned to my room. Although we were both on the second floor, we were quite far apart, one at the east end and the other at the west end. If I wanted to get to my room, I would have to pass by Little Barty's room.

As for defense, it's beyond our current capabilities... so we can only accept it.

I started thinking about what to do next. With Little Barty around, I can't do whatever I want like before. So, should I continue practicing magic, studying potions, and learning the history of magic?

That said, I remember Barty Jr. had excellent grades.

It's extremely rare for Hogwarts to have 12 O's.

After a semester of classes and so much hard work, I could only barely pass.

Moreover, a person with twelve Os, who is at the level of a genius, is truly worthy of admiration.

Now that I happen to live with him, isn't that like having a walking teacher I can ask anytime?

Anyway, judging from the current situation, Barty won't do anything to me. We probably won't see each other after I go back to Hogwarts. I should take advantage of this rare free holiday to study hard and review.

I've been inspired to study. The main reason is that I don't know what to do right now, but studying is never a bad thing. Plus, I'm at a first-grade level, so there's no need to worry about revealing anything to Little Barty.

Having carefully considered what I needed to do next, I drifted peacefully into sleep.

During the holiday that followed, just as I had planned, I took the time to ask Little Barty for advice.

"My parents told me that Gavin is a very powerful wizard!" I looked at Barty expectantly, skillfully turning my face red. "Could you teach me magic?"

“Back at Hogwarts, I always fell behind in the lessons and learned slower than others, so I had to practice even harder… So I have to work hard at home and catch up with others as soon as possible.” I clenched my fist and solemnly vowed, “That way I won’t let my parents down.”

Little Barty looked visibly stunned. I couldn't tell if it was an act or not, but it didn't matter. I kept looking at him with anticipation.

“Okay, of course, no problem,” Barty replied.

"I think your parents must be very happy to see such a hardworking child like you." The gentle young man smiled slightly, but his eyes held an unreadable meaning. "Don't worry, you will definitely not let your parents down."

I nodded and began happily learning magic from Little Barty.

As expected of a former top student, he held back quite a bit to avoid revealing his true abilities, but it was still more than enough to guide me.

"What kind of magic do you know now?"

"There's a slight problem with how you use the Levitation Charm. Your wand-waving technique is incorrect. Although you can cast it, it might be a bit slower than usual..."

"Cleanse is a practical spell; all similar spells have something in common, you can think about it..."

"Clear Water Like a Spring requires a higher level of control over magic. Although it's easy to learn, it's still very difficult to master and use it effectively, and it's easy to waste magic..."

"As for potions, it's obvious Claire hasn't dealt with them before. Without a foundation, it's understandable that she'll fall behind in class. You know, the process of making potions is very intricate..."

"I can recommend a few useful books on the history of magic. You need to accumulate knowledge to learn this. If there's anything you can't remember, feel free to ask me..."

"Astronomy... there are no conditions for stargazing here, but Claire can memorize some star charts, which will be very helpful."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Little Batistuta is really amazing.

I have to admit, I was definitely afraid of him at first.

But later I quickly came to love it.

Who wouldn't dislike a young person who meticulously prepares three meals a day for you, cleans your house, organizes your things, diligently teaches you knowledge, assists with your studies, exudes emotional value, always has a smile on their face, listens to your troubles, and even compliments your good looks?

Little Badi not only cooks for me every day, but after realizing that I sometimes don't really want to eat, he quickly learned how to cook Chinese dishes. He even got hold of a recipe from somewhere and made them look and smell delicious.

I was so moved by the food that I wanted to give all the praise I had ever accumulated in my life to Little Barty. The young man seemed embarrassed by my compliments.

Not only that, every time I chat with him, he shows a patient demeanor, responding to every word I say, remembering some of my unintentional remarks, and then revealing them at certain special moments to show how much he values ​​me.

He was very responsible in teaching me, pointing out problems that I could not easily detect, carefully correcting the gaps in my knowledge, and supervising my learning progress entirely according to my own learning ability.

Knowing that I was weak in English, he specially set aside time to help me practice. Even when he saw my scribbles, he could still smile and recognize them.

Even if you know in your heart that his behavior is all an act, it's hard not to rely on such a person in your life and in your relationship.

If it were a real twelve-year-old girl, she would probably obey Little Barty's every word and be controlled without even realizing it.

I thought it to myself silently, but I didn't show it on my face.

Brain shut-off surgery can hide a person's true thoughts, and to a certain extent, it can also make outward disguises more concealed.

For a while, I was worried every day that Little Barty would use mind control on me, so I frantically used Occlumency until one night when Xiaoming stopped me.

Don't worry, Barty Jr. can't use Legilimency now; he can't.

"That's good." I felt relieved.

Just treat Little Barty as someone who will take care of you; there's no need to worry about anything right now. The words slowly appeared.

"If you want me to stop worrying, then give me some information... How can I not panic when I know nothing about anything?"

"Seriously, you're not Voldemort, are you?"

What are you thinking? I'm not doing this, stop overthinking.

"Xiao Ming, you're getting colder and colder. You said you liked me back then."

Xiaoming didn't reply, and I didn't pay any attention. I closed the book and prepared to go to sleep to end the day.

On a page I couldn't see, a line of text quickly appeared.

I really, really like you.

So, don't leave.