Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The Easter holiday is a full two weeks long... I've never seen such a long holiday in my life in China. However, Hogwarts is a bit like a closed school, so you could say that the Easter holiday is a combination of several months of vacation.

I'm making plans in my mind what I'll do during the holiday.

First, there's Little Barty. After I started school, I wrote him a few letters, symbolically mentioning some funny things. After carefully considering each one, I also wrote down my little troubles and questions about magic at the end... Little Barty really is like a regularly recurring NPC, diligently replying to my letters, sending small gifts, answering my questions, and even correcting my grammatical errors.

In his reply, he wrote that he was working hard and thoughtfully asked how I was doing, whether I was eating well, and if I needed him to send me anything... He also subtly inquired about what had happened at Hogwarts or what I had encountered.

I went along with him and told him some things that had happened, such as the Quidditch match, the scores in the College Cup, and some funny little things that happened between me and my friends—these were all minor details that weren't really of much use.

Little Barty also works part-time as a psychological counselor, which helps me relax.

"Claire is excellent, there's no need to be so anxious..."

His image as a caring older brother remains firmly established.

As for work, Little Barty was a bit vague, but that's okay. I'm very perceptive and will definitely not expose him. I'll be a diligent passerby NPC, just like Little Barty.

Who would believe that Batistuta Jr. was doing a normal job?

It's hard to say whether he's still in that house on Privet Road.

But that's good too, at least we won't run into Quirrell and Voldemort.

I wrote again to tell Little Barty in advance that I would be going back for the Easter holidays, and also mentioned my birthday.

Hazel gently flapped its wings, and I slowly poked its glossy, smooth feathers with my finger. Then I stroked its head and watched it squint its eyes in enjoyment. Under Hazel's expectant gaze (don't ask me how I knew, it's just the owner's intuition), I fed it some raw meat strips.

Who could resist an adorable owl?

After handing the letter to Hazel, I felt relieved and decided to go back to studying magic.

After Easter comes the highlight of the main characters' time. From what I remember, there are plots like Hagrid's dragon egg, the Forbidden Forest unicorn, and... In short, they are all high-risk plots, like going head-to-head with Voldemort. If you accidentally get involved, you'll get a lot of damage.

On the one hand, I am constantly improving my combat capabilities; on the other hand, I am earnestly praying.

Harry, Willotte, it's up to you two. Whoever takes down Voldemort, I'll cheer for you both.

Although I said that, I knew perfectly well that Willotte would get closer to the three little ones at the end of this semester, relying on their life-and-death friendship... After all, she is a female protagonist in a fanfiction closely related to the plot, the future third-generation Dark Lord, and Voldemort's natural counter.

If Voldemort doesn't die, where will the next Dark Lord come from?

Therefore, many of the missions issued by Willow's system are related to eliminating Voldemort... In the early stages, Willow was building up her network of connections. After fighting Voldemort alongside the protagonist at the end of the semester, she began her journey to destroy the Horcruxes and become the new savior.

The hero who nominally defeated Voldemort, but in reality the third Dark Lord.

An organization led by Willow was established, an "alternative Death Eaters," who held key positions in various places and infiltrated the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix... Willow gained more power than Voldemort, and also possessed broader authority.

By the time Dumbledore realized Willotte's intentions, it was too late to do anything about it.

Willow's power was no longer an independent entity; strictly speaking, the Ministry of Magic was her power, and the entire British wizarding world was under her control.

This is the main female character in HP fanfiction.

I sighed in amazement, then continued studying magic.

Sigh, these are all things Willotte's business. Taking care of myself is more important.

Learn all defensive magic.

I thought I was already pretty hardworking, but I didn't expect there to be someone even more hardworking than me.

Hermione's dedication to studying is almost frightening to me.

She started preparing for final exams ten weeks in advance, which is now. She has all sorts of notebooks and different colored pens. She has read the history of magic by heart. Even when she was discouraged by Snape in Potions class, she did not give up and was very active. In Transfiguration and Charms classes, she was always the best student.

Hermione also got everyone around her into rolling around. I'm fine for now, but Harry and Ron are suffering terribly, and their dark circles have gotten much worse.

"I'm going to be driven crazy by them one day," Hermione complained to me. Her lips were pursed, and I knew who she was talking about without her mentioning any names.

"Everyone has weaknesses," I tried to ease the tension.

“I know,” Hermione sighed. “By the way, Claire, your birthday is March 12th, right?”

“Yes.” I turned the page, struggling with the English terminology filling the history of magic.

How can such malicious things as proper nouns exist?! I can't understand them, and I can't find them online. Just like names of people and places, they make me feel powerless and furious.

Easter is approaching, and teachers have started assigning homework, such as essays of a certain length, familiarizing students with the process of making a certain potion, and practicing spells...

"I'm assuming you won't forget everything you just learned during the holidays as if you've been cast a spell of forgetfulness. If you do, you'd better finish writing these papers seriously... When you come back, if I find out that anyone didn't write them seriously, dared to fool me, or even copied one, you're finished."

During Potions class, no one dared to look up, afraid of making eye contact with the now-famous Dark Lord Snape.

"Keep your minds to yourselves and don't try anything funny with me," Snape would repeat in every class.

After unexpectedly receiving gifts from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw at Christmas last year, Snape mocked us on his first day back, basically saying that we shouldn't think we could do anything by trying to befriend him.

"Well, well, why don't you put your energy into studying, and be as serious as peeling a toad's skin? I can satisfy your needs if you need it."

Snape was a master of sarcasm; every time he spoke, someone was bound to fall for it.

Potions class became even more rigorous, with Snape like a mountain weighing down on Badger and Eagle, and the book "One Hundred Things to Note in Potions Class" was constantly being updated.

As the saying goes, if you can't change others, change yourself. I don't really agree with this saying, but it still has some merit in certain situations.

For example, that booklet.

To make it more interesting, after serious consideration, the other authors and I simply translated Snape's sarcastic remarks and created a corresponding scenario application.

For example, if Snape is using a sarcastic or critical tone towards you in one way, remember that; if he's using a sarcastic or critical tone towards others, remember that. When he says things like that, he simply wants to insult you...

Now everyone's reading efficiency has improved, and when they encounter Snape's taunts again, they are prepared and have a buffer, at least they won't be suddenly scolded like before.

Only Snape frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

Snape: Something doesn't feel right.