Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The person who fell struggled on the ground for a moment, but before he could get up, he was struck down by a nearby curse and lay motionless on the ground.

I was startled. Where did this magic wand come from? Are we going to start a war?

Little Barty immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me aside, away from the person on the ground.

Did he faint and collapse?

I tried to identify the possible spells.

"Still trying to run?" a rather arrogant voice rang out.

I noticed that Little Barty subconsciously took a few steps back, his body seemed tense, and he didn't say anything more.

A platinum blonde man walked over, his face showing disdain and mockery, but surprisingly, his movements were quite elegant. He rested one hand on a black cane, a dark green gem hanging from his chest, and held a rather ornate magic wand in his other hand.

"You even dare to steal Malfoy's things, I really don't know where you got the guts."

I:"……"

At this point, the man's identity was becoming increasingly obvious. I took another step back, and sure enough, I saw Draco running towards me, sweating profusely, not far from the blond man.

Lucius Malfoy.

The father and son both used hair gel in a rather unique way; they really aren't afraid of going bald.

For a fleeting moment, I thought about it.

Barty Jr.'s wariness was not without reason.

As fellow Death Eaters, Lucius certainly knew Barty Jr., but after Voldemort's death, he immediately tried to distance himself from the relationship. In Barty Jr.'s eyes, Lucius could probably be considered a traitor and could not be trusted, otherwise Barty Jr. would not have reacted this way.

Although he had disguised himself and used a Confusion Charm, it wasn't enough. He couldn't gamble on the possibility that Lucius might betray him if he were discovered.

"Since there's something going on here, let's go," Little Barty said in a low voice.

I quickly nodded.

We walked away quickly. Lucius glanced in our direction, then looked away indifferently, paying no attention.

After the commotion, some people gathered to watch the excitement, while others, being more cautious, simply left. We weren't particularly noticeable.

It seems that Lucius brought Draco to Diagon Alley to buy something, but they were robbed on the way.

However... according to the original story, they may not have only gone to Diagon Alley, they may have also gone to Knockturn Alley.

Little Barty led me all the way until we left Diagon Alley before he stopped.

"Does Claire know that person?" Little Barty asked softly, a worried look on his face.

I guess he noticed the change in my expression, so he decisively told the truth, while adding a few words of embellishment.

“If Gavin is referring to the gentleman with the wand…” I hesitated, “He must be a member of the Malfoy family. The man next to him is Draco Malfoy from our school. The one who can keep up with him must be a close relative.”

“Draco is quite famous at school, and with him… I recognized him at a glance.” I said, trying to shift the focus from Lucius to Draco.

Little Barty pondered, his brow furrowed, before finally responding after a long pause.

“Okay, I understand,” the young man said to me. “Those two Malfoys were very dangerous. They could cast spells like that so easily. For safety’s sake, it’s best to stay away from them as much as possible.”

"The situation just now was very dangerous. We don't know what happened, so be careful not to get involved. We also need to be careful ourselves."

Little Barty looked serious and spoke to me in a tone that sounded like he was trying to scare a child.

I:"……"

Why do I feel like I'm being brushed off? Even if I'm distracted, I shouldn't forget to pretend.

So is this yet another test?

Hey.

"Is Claire scared?"

"No," I continued honestly, adding a touch of embellishment, "My parents used to tell me stories like this often, saying it was to build my courage, so I'm not afraid."

"A story? Like?"

"Vicious wizards, terrifying creatures, gang warfare, smuggling of contraband, and human experimentation."

"..."

The first two are fine, but what about the later ones?

“My parents like scary things.” I shrugged. “When they were taking care of me when I was weak, they always liked to tell me unusual stories and didn’t treat me like a child at all.”

“I’m not a child anymore. I’m reliable enough, Gavin, don’t you always say that?” I straightened my back, trying to appear taller. “So I’m really not afraid. I know what happened. They were robbed, right?”

"Yes, but kids always say that." The young man seemed amused by me, and placed his hand on my head with a hint of helplessness. "Claire is still a child. She needs to learn to rely on adults."

I:"!"

Don't press down on a growing child like that! What if they don't grow taller?!

Little Barty messed up my hair with his hand, but luckily he stopped pressing too hard. I was furious but dared not say anything, so I just tied my hair back up and tried to attack Little Barty with a resentful look.

The young man smiled slightly, then led me back to Privet Road.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

So this probing can be considered over.

Little Buddy is such a jerk! He has to test even the slightest thing. Does he think he's a cat? He's curious about everything and has to stretch out his paw first.

Thanks to him, I haven't learned anything else, but I've become increasingly good at talking nonsense and pretending to be a child, and my brain surgery has also improved significantly.

Well... in a sense, it's a good thing.

We went back to the house together. Little Barty said he had work to do and left again, while I stayed in my room packing my things for the start of school.

This time I'm much more experienced than before, and I'm much more prepared.

Lots of snacks, magic books, clothes, plus some electronics and batteries...

Unfortunately, I can't buy a generator at my age, and it's too big a target, otherwise I would have made one in my small compartment in the suitcase.

Now that school has started, we can stay away from Little Barty and no longer live in fear.

Indeed, everything needs to be compared.

However, to be honest, apart from being careful not to reveal certain things, living with Little Barty is quite enjoyable. He can be a stay-at-home dad and a private tutor at the same time, he's practically the perfect roommate!

I was thinking happily to myself, but I didn't slow down my packing at all.

Run, run!

The next day, accompanied by Barty Jr., we arrived at Platform 9¾. Perhaps worried about being recognized, he stopped there.

"Goodbye, Claire, remember to eat well at school." The young man smiled.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself!" I solemnly raised my fist and swore. "Gavin, remember to take good care of yourself too."

"Hmm." Little Barty watched me walk towards the wall.

It's strange, it feels like being sent to school by my father...

"Goodbye, Gavin, remember to write to me!" In the end, I turned around, smiled and waved goodbye to Barty again, picked up my suitcase and entered the station.