Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Before the start of the semester, I tried every means and rhetoric I could think of, and finally basically determined the nature of this book.

It's like a tool that appeared specifically to solve my problems. Its main function is to help me learn magic. It's like a teacher in the form of a book, and I can ask it any questions about magic.

It also knows a lot about magic, the extent of which I haven't measured yet, but what I do know is that it is not omniscient.

The Book of Truth is actually somewhat like an alchemical product (probably), or perhaps modern artificial intelligence. It has a relatively complete information database, and it relies on this database to answer my questions and communicate with me. However, it doesn't know anything beyond this database (for example, if you ask it a question about trigonometric functions and coordinate systems, it won't know; obviously, its creator didn't intend for it to solve math problems).

The language is Chinese, which must have been intentional. Moreover, the book is unaware of my time travel; all the information about me it contains pertains to my time travel.

Whenever I ask it something deeper, about the current situation, it turns into a riddle book, spouting a bunch of nonsensical nonsense, or it tries to persuade me to ask something else, saying I won't get any useful information here.

Fortunately, I can now practice magic at home, and this book can provide me with a lot of guidance in magic.

"Wingardium leviosa! (Levitation spell)"

The quill pen in front of me slowly floated up.

great!

I cheered silently to myself.

With my persistent practice, I can now finally cast the Levitation spell completely.

The Levitation Charm left a deep impression on me in the Harry Potter movies, and I still remember its incantation to this day, so it became my first choice for practicing magic.

I spent a whole week trying, and there were probably many factors involved. I feel like I'm learning magic a little slowly.

I know Hermione succeeded in the first Charms class. I didn't expect myself to be that talented, but to achieve this in a week, reciting the spell hundreds of times a day, with someone guiding me, I'm still quite worried about how I'll keep up with the classes at Hogwarts.

What is magic? — Perhaps due to deep-rooted materialism in my past life, I couldn't feel any magic in my body at first.

After reciting the incantation dozens of times on the first day, I finally felt a little bit of that strange energy flowing through my body.

That was the time I successfully made the quill pen lift its head slightly.

This greatly encouraged me; at least I wouldn't be a Squib, and I wouldn't discover after witnessing magic that I wasn't one blessed by magic.

During the time before the start of the school term, I learned the Levitation Charm, the Fluorescent Charm, and the Cleansing Charm.

These are all the spells that I can currently learn on my own and practice repeatedly and extensively.

Of course, at present, only the Levitation spell is one that I can reliably cast.

After learning how to cast spells, I explored the house further and found some items that appeared to be magical artifacts.

My friend Xiaoming taught me how to identify and use these magical items—Xiaoming is that book. Every time I look at it, I hallucinate a well-known electronic AI, so I casually gave it a new name.

After all, the title "Book of Truth" sounds a bit childish, so something funny and down-to-earth is more suitable for everyday life.

I also gave the owl a name, because I can't keep calling it "Owl, Owl" at school; it's easy to get confused. I even went through the entire English dictionary, racking my brains, and personally experienced what it means to be terrible at naming things.

"Haiser, come quick!" I happily opened the cage and let Haiser in.

Hazel, meaning hazelnut, is suitable for both men and women.

I checked my suitcase again—thanks to Xiaoming's tip, I discovered this suitcase that had been enchanted with a seamless stretching spell.

"Maybe you can take a look at the boxes in that storage room," Xiaoming said at the time.

As it turned out, I found an entire room in this box, easily solving my worry about not being able to carry everything.

I stroked my chin, feeling that Xiaoming was like a fixed-location game guide NPC, reminding me to discover special items and expand my encyclopedia.

Very purposeful.

Having confirmed that both wands and the pocket watch were on him, Xiaoming and Hazel temporarily left them in the room with the box.

Okay! Everything's packed now, I'm just waiting for Miss Fairburn to come and pick me up.

Right on time, Miss Fairburn appeared in front of the house, and I picked up my suitcase and followed her.

She glanced at the suitcase, showing little surprise, maintaining her aloof demeanor.

We went together to King's Cross Station, passed through Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, and finally I boarded the Hogwarts Express alone.

I turned to look at Miss Fairburn, who was standing on the platform, watching me board the train. Perhaps because of the angle, her expression seemed a little softer.

Even after I found an empty carriage and settled in, I was still a little dazed.

Everything went so well.

After waiting for the owl that hadn't arrived for over a decade and receiving an acceptance letter, he got his own wand, learned magic, and sat on the Hogwarts Express, dreaming about his future school life.

All my previous fantasies have come true.

This makes me uneasy. I've always felt that the first rule for living well in this world is not to expect everything to go too smoothly, otherwise it's easy to fall into a miserable situation.

This fateful premonition was confirmed a dozen minutes later.

A girl knocked on the door of the carriage and politely asked if I could sit here.

Of course, I answered yes and warmly welcomed her in.

The girl thanked me, and her demeanor and words showed elegance and poise, indicating that she had a very good upbringing.

Her appearance was like that of an angel, with blonde hair, purple eyes, soft, slightly wavy hair, and clear, bright eyes that made people feel good at first glance.

At that time, I was still wondering if she was a young lady from some family, and in a sense, I was right.

I introduced myself to her as Leigh Ming, a member of the Chinese family living in England.

"If there's no problem, you can also call me Claire, that's my English name. I know that Chinese names are a bit difficult to pronounce." I forced a smile.

The girl didn't seem to mind my broken English; she kept smiling, creating a conducive atmosphere for communication.

The girl whispered her name to me.

Willott Gaunt.

My friendly smile froze.

Even as a not-so-professional Harry Potter fan, I know that the Gaunt family line has ended in Harry's generation.

After all, many fan fiction works use Gauntlet's own interpretations, such as him being a pure-blood, a Slytherin heir, or even having some blood relation to Voldemort.

As someone who enjoys reading Harry Potter fanfiction, I not only know that the Gaunt family has no descendants, but I also know the name Willott Gaunt.

In the last HP female protagonist fanfiction I read before I transmigrated.