Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The Quidditch match is about to begin.

Hufflepuff is going to face Gryffindor, and both houses are on high alert. However, it's much better than the last time Gryffindor faced Slytherin. The atmosphere is generally amicable, with some arguments but no fights.

Hufflepuff maintained their usual level, while Gryffindor was quite crazy. They had narrowly defeated Slytherin in the last match, and if they could win the match against Hufflepuff, they might be able to surpass Slytherin in the House Cup... During this time, both Hermione and Harry worked very hard. Hermione was responsible for getting extra points in class, while Harry was deeply engrossed in Quidditch training, and Ron cheered them on.

"This competition has only winners, no losers."

"We not only want to win, but we want to win beautifully!"

"Even if we die on broomsticks, we must keep pushing forward, especially you, Harry. This time, there can be no more mistakes."

This is a quote from a well-known Quidditch player named Woodwood, which is said to have been artistically embellished, but the general meaning is as follows.

The new Quidditch match has thrown everyone into a frenzy. Slytherins keep cursing Gryffindor to break their legs—not that they don't want Gryffindor to lose, but they lost to Gryffindor last time, and it would be very embarrassing for Gryffindor to lose to Hufflepuff. However, their hatred for Gryffindor makes them unable to resist cursing them.

Damn Gryffindor, go ahead and have your match, but don't keep quiet about the one-on-one contest.

Draco's sour face remained unchanged for ten years. Not only Harry, but even Hermione and Ron were tired of hearing his sarcastic remarks. The three kids wished they could just ignore him.

Amidst the intense training, Harry and Ron's academic performance was also a major problem. Every time Hermione studied with me, she couldn't help but complain with a grimace. Tutoring Harry and Ron was becoming a real worry for Hermione; she was already acting like a mother hen in their first year.

Thinking about those parents who tutor their unruly kids with their homework, I easily understood Hermione and offered her comfort from time to time, trying to cheer her up.

Unfortunately, I've been very busy lately.

After learning that Snape would be the referee, the entire Gryffindor was filled with complaints. Hermione was so upset that she complained to me several times. Everyone knew how bad Snape's reputation was in Gryffindor.

The importance of Quidditch is undeniable; even Willotte came to me specifically to sincerely wish Hufflepuff a victory.

Her main intention wasn't necessarily that she hoped Hufflepuff would win or anything, but rather that she hoped Gryffindor would lose. However, I accepted this unlikely wish and conveyed her good intentions to the little badger.

Despite the tense atmosphere, the Hufflepuff team was still training, while I... was still studying.

There's nothing I can do. Studying is the most important thing in the world. Besides, although Quidditch is important, it's not really my business. We first-year students can only play the role of mascots cheering us on at best.

In the study room, I had to put my book down.

"Hermione, are you alright?" I asked, unable to bear seeing her like this. Hermione looked really tired and worried; she even had dark circles under her eyes in such a short time. She had found Nicolas Flamel, but the matter wasn't resolved; there were still too many mysteries...

"I'm thinking about the best way to use the Leg-Locking Curse," Hermione's somber voice came through.

"...Huh?" This is me pretending to be stupid even though I know everything.

"Don't worry, everything's fine." Hermione sighed. Compared to the stark contrast between Harry and Ron, I seemed even more considerate. My relationship with Hermione was already quite close. "I'm just a little worried that something might happen during the Quidditch match like last time."

I remember Hermione and Ron were planning to learn the Leg-Locking Curse to deal with Snape and Draco... Well, hopefully Draco will behave himself for Willotte's sake and not go looking for trouble.

Flags shouldn't be set lightly, so I offered a few words of comfort but didn't dare to offer any constructive suggestions.

Can't see me, can't see me.

I'm nobody.

Let's talk about this after Quirrell and Voldemort on Quirrell's head are gone.

The match between Hufflepuff and Gryffindor was going well, with Harry chasing the Golden Snitch with all his might, just as described in the books, his talent in Quidditch was unparalleled.

After a thrilling dive, Harry lifted the Golden Snitch, his radiant smile undisguised. A deafening roar of cheers echoed throughout the arena. At that moment, the cheers were no longer for the boy who had miraculously survived, but for the new Quidditch star, Harry Potter.

"Victory belongs to Gryffindor!"

I don't know who shouted that.

The Gryffindor students rushed into the arena and surrounded Harry, laughing and screaming. I could see Ron give Harry a bear hug from the stands. Dumbledore and Snape were also standing nearby, one with a kind expression and the other with a grim one.

The speed was too fast; Snape didn't even have time to show favoritism.

Only Hufflepuff's reaction was a little awkward. The game ended far too quickly, even setting a new record. In a sense, the speed at which the Hufflepuff Quidditch team lost set a new record... I could even hear a little badger sobbing next to me.

Help!

This also surprised me. I have indeed read the original work and fan fiction, but I definitely didn't remember the details such as how long a Quidditch match lasts. I only remember that we lost, but I didn't expect to lose so badly... What should I do now?

Susan silently put away the banner the little badgers had specially made. The atmosphere in Hufflepuff was unusually low, but fortunately, the little badgers were always good at mediating, so the low mood was only temporary. After all, in a competition, there are winners and losers.

When the meeting ended, everyone had mostly calmed down and started discussing Harry Potter's miraculous dive.

Willow stood among a group of Slytherins whose faces were even uglier than Hufflepuff's, waving at me. She was clearly worried about me. I shook my head at her, indicating that I was busy at the moment.

In these extraordinary times, let's try to comfort the disappointed little badgers.

By the time it was time to eat, the badgers had mostly recovered, and a relaxed atmosphere returned to Hufflepuff as everyone comforted the weeping Quidditch players.

They promised not to lose like this again next time. The game had barely ended and they were already studying the Gryffindor Quidditch team's tactics and Harry's abilities... Harry was only a first-year student, and if nothing unexpected happened, they would see Harry playing in the Gryffindor Quidditch team for the next five or six years. They needed to make plans early.

I breathed a sigh of relief and, after finishing my meal in the auditorium, planned to return to the Hufflepuff lounge by myself.

The badger cubs are having a lively time; they probably won't disperse until later.

The evening breeze was very pleasant, and I strolled along leisurely.

As I passed an empty classroom, a gasp came from the side. Three people bumped into me head-on. Sensing danger, I quickly and nimbly dodged away.

Upon closer inspection, wow, it really was the three little ones from the main characters.

"Claire?" Hermione seemed to forget to hide her nervousness, her voice cracking slightly, but she quickly calmed down. "Oh, it's you."