Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

“I’m not sure either…” Hermione said, “Actually, I had this feeling before the Christmas holidays. Every time I was in the library with you, I felt like someone was watching us.”

Hermione looked confused. On the one hand, she wasn't sure if she was wrong; on the other hand, she didn't want Claire to suffer any loss because of her carelessness.

“At first I thought it was just an accident, but then it happened more and more often, and only when I was with you,” Hermione said. This unfounded speculation made her anxious. “Claire, do you feel something similar?”

Furthermore, there was something Hermione didn't say: she always felt that those strange spyings harbored a vague malice, but this was just her feeling, without any evidence. Hermione also didn't want Claire to be caught up in perhaps unfounded fears.

I thought about it carefully.

"No." In the end, I shook my head helplessly. Perhaps because of my Asian appearance, I used to be stared at by others. These gazes were usually not malicious, just pure curiosity. After a while, I naturally became immune to their stares.

“Well, maybe I’m mistaken,” Hermione said, having no other choice. “Anyway, Claire, be careful.”

I nodded.

We went back to the library, and Hermione seemed really alert, looking up and around every now and then.

I tried to comfort her, hoping to make Hermione relax a little, but unfortunately it had little effect. Even as we were about to part ways, Hermione still seriously told me to be careful.

I'm serious, I will.

Then I leisurely returned to the dormitory, took out my Xiaoming (my nickname) and started asking questions.

"Xiao Ming, am I being followed?"

How would I know if you ask me? I'm just a book.

"Really don't know?"

【do not know. 】

That works too, let's eliminate one answer.

I started to wonder what to do.

According to Hermione, if I really am being followed, and it's been going on for months...

Barty Jr. can probably be ruled out. He shouldn't be able to sneak into Hogwarts right now. Dumbledore is still around. If he really did sneak in, he wouldn't be so bored as to follow me... Just thinking about Voldemort behind Professor Quirrell's head, I can't even imagine how badly the plot would fall apart.

I kept thinking about it, but in the end I decided to let nature take its course.

How can we find the enemy lurking in the shadows?

Paying too much attention will only disrupt your own rhythm.

And aren't there already enough mysteries surrounding him? It just adds another dangerous element.

I sighed softly. This is probably the fate that all time travelers cannot escape.

Xiaoming took the initiative, which was unusual for him.

Are you scared?

"No... well, a little. Everyone is afraid of the unknown."

Do you remember what you saw when we first met?

The first time? What does that mean?

I remember the first time we met, I saw this book, and a few sentences that appeared on it...

[Answer everything you want to know, and record everything you don't want to forget.]

[You only tried asking questions, why not try taking notes?]

record?

I didn't say anything, but I felt inexplicably about to unlock some amazing skills.

Write down the spell you wish to use.

I picked up a fountain pen. Except when I used a quill pen in class to avoid looking out of place, I always used a fountain pen to take notes.

"Clear water is like a spring."

The moment the pen touched the page, I sensitively felt my magic draining away. Until I finished writing, the incantation "clear water like a spring" I wrote turned from black to gold. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I always felt that the words flashed with a strange light.

The clear water, like a spring, has not disappeared.

Think about it carefully.

I stood up, held the book in my hands, and a thought of release flashed through my mind.

Water appeared somewhere in front of me.

I gasped – never mind, I'm already feeling cold.

After several attempts, I successfully mastered the new skill.

As long as magic is injected beforehand to form a spell mark, you can activate the mark to turn it back into a spell when you hold the book, just like that magical wand, without needing to control it yourself.

It looks a bit like a magic book in a game.

"I never expected this. Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked in surprise.

Because the time is not yet ripe.

Okay, it's the familiar Riddler style.

Regardless, having developed new skills, I finally feel secure and can continue living my life in peace.

I attended classes, studied, and went to the library as usual.

Actually, she had considered setting a trap to catch the stalker, but according to Hermione, she didn't feel that gaze anymore after they finished talking.

They probably knew they had been discovered and were hiding.

In short, that's how things are for now, and there's been no further progress. Soon, my attention was drawn to other things.

It is the upcoming Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.

I know Harry has been training for this. Hufflepuff's chances of winning this time are slim, but things will be much better once Cedric and some fresh blood join in the future. So there's no need to worry about it now. Let's keep a positive attitude and cheer each other on as we all watch Hufflepuff.

The Hufflepuff lounge was as lively as ever. Cedric was surrounded by a group of badgers, his helpless expression impossible to hide. He seemed relieved when he saw me arrive.

Huh, why do I feel relieved when I see this?

I quickly understood why.

The little badgers surrounding Cedric noticed me and scattered instantly. Some of them gathered around me, looking at me pitifully with their big, watery eyes.

I couldn't help but slowly type a question mark in my mind.

what happened?

In the past, little badgers would gather around me and chat, but I've never seen anything like this before.

"What happened?" I asked.

“That… bastard Malfoy,” a badger sobbed, “he bullies people everywhere outside the library, using the Leg-Locking Spell to grab them.”

"He was there with a few followers, laughing at the people who had fallen."

"Malfoy also used other spells to bully people."

I listened intently to the badgers' complaints, my brow furrowed, and I felt the pressure on my skin rise.

OK OK.

Is this how you bully people?

Although I remember both the original story and the fanfiction, I only have a clear understanding of the main plot. I've forgotten many of the smaller details. Now I finally remember the scene where Draco used the Leg-Locking Curse on Neville.

That wasn't just targeting Neville, but all the students he looked down on, such as the half-blood wizards from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who knew they might not be able to beat the older students, so they specifically targeted the younger ones.

The Hufflepuff upperclassmen also looked grim. On the one hand, it was obvious that they had been bullied, and on the other hand, the Malfoy's status as a pure-blood noble was an insurmountable obstacle, so they couldn't confront him directly.

Moreover, the leg-locking curse can be a big deal or a small deal. On a major scale, it could be considered school bullying, but on a minor scale, it could be reduced to a joke. It would be quite unwise to specifically oppose Malfoy over this, and it might even invite more retaliation.

Most Hufflepuff students are diligent and gentle, and they are unwilling to resort to violence or open conflict. However, it is impossible not to feel wronged when they are bullied. Now, the upperclassmen are comforting the bullied and frightened little badgers everywhere.