Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After eating the cake, it was time to look at the gifts.

To be honest, I was shocked when I saw the huge pile of gifts under the sofa this morning.

How...how could there be so many?

I remember telling Hermione, Willow, Cho Chang, and my roommate Badger, right?

I counted them, and the number was at least several times more than I expected.

As I opened the greeting cards one by one, I saw that many of my classmates from Hufflepuff had sent them, and... even Cedric, the senior? How did he know?

I am puzzled.

It's one thing if it's a badger cub or a hawk cub; it's possible that one of the badger cubs found out and spread the word. I usually get along well with everyone, so it's not entirely unexpected.

but……

Two strange gifts were mixed in with it.

I opened it, and inside was a beautifully wrapped bouquet of flowers—were they roses or something else? The color was strange, a white-pink, as if they had just been picked, and they still had a distinct fragrance.

My expression was a little serious. This flower had traces of magic, but I couldn't recognize what it was. However... I held the greeting card in my hand, my expression inscrutable.

It shouldn't be any dangerous magic.

Although the greeting card was unsigned, it contained a sentence written in Chinese.

"Wishing Minglai a happy birthday, and peace and joy."

I used the idiom "peace and joy" when I made a wish before. I've always liked it and always include it when I write blessings.

Chinese...

I opened another gift, which contained a set of stationery, a brand new fountain pen and notebook. It wasn't particularly outstanding as a gift, but the name on the greeting card was special; it was the name of my parents, who are now officially my parents.

I never corresponded with them, I don't know them, and they weren't created by my parents from my original world. I can't even be sure if they actually exist.

The greeting card was also written in Chinese.

"Wishing my daughter Minglai peace and joy."

It's that same idiom again, the exact same blessing, but the handwriting is different. Could it be that it was sent by the same group of people?

Let's ask Xiaoming later.

I set them aside separately.

Barty sent me a small telescope. I mentioned in my letter that I wished I had a clearer telescope when watching Quidditch matches... I didn't expect Barty to remember this. No wonder he was able to infiltrate Hogwarts for so long without being discovered by Dumbledore.

Willotte gave me... a mirror?

I swallowed hard.

The mirror that Willotte gave me is definitely not an ordinary mirror. Could it be a two-way mirror?

The words on the greeting card confirmed my guess.

"Claire never likes to come to me first, but I want to have more conversations with you, Claire. I think about meeting you every day, taking walks with you... I hope you can make good use of this mirror... I will always, always think of you."

The genuine emotions they expressed touched me.

I remember this was very precious; Willotte gave it to me… Did she really value our friendship that much? Willotte is such a kind person.

I couldn't help but sigh.

After I had unwrapped most of the gifts, I carefully sorted and put them away. When Little Barty saw that I had finished putting things away, he came out of the kitchen and helped me clean the living room.

I didn't know that before, but after coming to Hogwarts, I discovered that Cleanse is a relatively difficult spell, and it can basically only be used in the third or fourth year. That's why it was so difficult for me to practice it by myself before school started.

After school started, I continued to practice on my own, but I felt like I wasn't making any progress. So I went to ask Mr. Flitwick, and he told me that this wasn't what I should be learning right now.

“However, Claire’s spirit in learning spells is commendable. She has the courage to try difficult spells, but she is not overly rigid and knows to ask the teacher questions.” Flitwick smiled kindly. “Hufflepuff, five points.”

I was flattered and so nervous that I didn't know what to say.

That was the first time I gave the college extra points.

"Don't be too nervous, this is what you deserve. Hardworking and studious children deserve to be rewarded."

Mr. Flitwick comforted me, saying that as the headmaster of Ravenclaw, he genuinely loved every diligent student and was happy to pass on his wisdom to those who were willing to learn.

I was deeply moved at that moment, and my enthusiasm for learning increased even more. Respect for teachers is a teaching ingrained in the DNA of every Chinese person. Receiving praise from a teacher I like made me so excited I felt like I was about to explode.

Ms. Sprout is also one of my favorite teachers. She is a kind and approachable headmistress who would happily help us sort herbs, not caring that she was covered in mud, and treating everyone with gentleness.

After I completely treated the several potted plants for pests, Mr. Sprout gave me an extra five points.

Thinking a little off-topic, perhaps noticing the smile on my face, Little Barty asked softly.

"Claire seems very happy. Did she receive a gift she particularly like?"

"Yes." I smiled broadly, unable to hide my joy. "My parents gave me a gift—it's so kind of them to remember, after all this time without contacting me, I thought they'd forgotten about me..."

When my background parents were mentioned, Little Barty immediately became much more cautious, after all, his identity was also fake, and he was afraid of revealing his secret by saying too much.

"Thank you Gavin for the binoculars. I've wanted one of my own for a long time, but I've always borrowed from classmates." I thanked Barty earnestly. "I only mentioned it briefly, and I almost forgot about it myself, but you remembered, Gavin."

"No one has ever treated me like this before. My parents are good, but in a different way. No one will ever treat me like a child."

Of course, after all, I'm already a university student.

I silently thought to myself that I should try to fill this hole with more of my relationship with my parents.

"Gavin is one of the best people I've ever met, just as good as my mom and dad."

Little Barty was unusually silent, his expression twisting for a moment, but he quickly recovered and smiled perfectly, though his eyes seemed to hold a strange light.

“Claire,” he said.

Do you think I'm a good person?

The young man's voice was soft, yet deliberately low, carrying a hint of hidden seduction. His voice, which should have been clear and crisp, seemed to have been coated with icing sugar, becoming thick and sticky.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, seemingly puzzled. "Isn't that right?"

"Ha." The young man's laughter was insincere. "So Claire likes me because I'm a good person, right?"

right?

A chill ran down my spine, and I knew something was wrong. I immediately looked at Little Barty with a serious expression.

“Gavin,” I said calmly, trying to break the current tension.

"I think you're a good person because I care about you a lot."

"I only realized you were a good person after you became a very important member of my family."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, emphasizing my confusion. "Do you remember the first time we met?"

"……what?"

“I said then, you are my new family.”

"...Ha, I see." After a moment of silence, the young man laughed again, a smile without a trace of gloom.

“I am Claire’s family.”