Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After finishing my call with Willotte, it was late enough for me to go to sleep. I yawned and climbed into bed, placing my son, Xiaoming, next to my pillow.

Goodnight.

I closed my eyes and fell peacefully asleep.

Just like Xiaoming said, I had a very comfortable night.

I dreamt I was lying in a sea of ​​flowers, basking in the warm sun, countless tiny blossoms trembling gently in the breeze—a dreamlike, warm-colored dream, with fluffy little animals and distant hills…

A beautiful dream, isn't it?

When I woke up, I felt unusually refreshed, as if my body and mind had been cleansed. I was clear-headed and invigorated, and I couldn't stop feeling happy.

It has a warm, corpse-like feel to it.

Yay! o(≧▽≦)o

Good morning, Xiaoming.

I happily expressed my gratitude to Xiaoming. I've never slept so well in both my lives combined. For the first time, I felt that sleeping was such a worthwhile thing to enjoy.

【As long as you are happy.】

I tidied myself up and went downstairs to greet Little Barty.

"Good morning, Gavin!" I said energetically, uttering the Barbie that almost slipped out.

"Good morning, Claire." Barty the Younger, diligently preparing breakfast, peeked out from the kitchen, his apron still tied around his waist. "Is Claire happy?"

"Yes, I had a good sleep." I nodded, skipped and hopped into the kitchen, and took a deep sniff.

It smells so good! Having someone cook for me so early in the morning, this must be happiness.

I slept so well that I couldn't help but feel excited, and now that I'm calm, I feel uncomfortable all over.

"Gavin, what's the main ingredient in 'happy pills' again?" After breakfast, I started studying and asked my perfect-attendance instructor, Little Barty.

"The main ingredients of the 'Enjoyment Potion' are acacia flowers and unicorn hair. It can make people feel a false sense of happiness and is one of the forbidden drugs strictly prohibited by the Ministry of Magic." Little Barty leaned closer, looking at the potion encyclopedia in my hand. It briefly mentioned the 'Enjoyment Potion,' and I remembered that it had appeared in the original story, so I asked about it casually.

"This isn't a good potion; it's addictive," Little Barty said seriously, in a tone as if lecturing a child. "Claire, be careful not to be fooled."

"Of course not." I frowned, "I remember that euphoria drugs don't have an addictive mechanism."

"Isn't indulging in false happiness just addiction?" Little Barty said with a half-smile.

“You’re right.” I pretended to think seriously. “But don’t worry, I won’t be fooled, and I won’t take any more euphoric drugs.”

"Yes, Claire is a good girl." Little Barty patted my head with a cheerful laugh. "You guys learn Potions so quickly?"

"The teacher is quite strict, so I'll take a look first and prepare myself."

Immersed in the ocean of learning, I was like a little fish being repeatedly battered by life, and throughout the entire Easter holiday, I kept getting tutoring from Little Barty.

However, it wasn't boring at all. Little Barty could provide a lot of emotional value, so having him tutor me was definitely worth it. Plus, learning magic and learning math are definitely different, so my learning journey went fairly smoothly.

Except for—the dreaded English proper nouns.

I really can't remember these. Even if Hermione, Willow, and Barty all ganged up on me, they couldn't save me. Even if they treated me like Sun Wukong and forced me to study under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, I still wouldn't be able to remember so many English proper nouns.

"Abandon, abandon..."

"...Claire, what are you reading?"

"Learning English."

"Why do we have to keep repeating this word when learning English?" Little Barty said, not understanding.

"Because of inertia."

"?"

My eyes were lifeless, and I looked as if I had been wasted by fate.

In a few days I'll be going back to Hogwarts, so I asked Barty to go shopping with me at the store and supermarket. We bought a ton of snacks, toys, books, and everyday items.

"Claire really likes Muggles."

Barty had told me this before. When he first came to this house, he had the most basic questions that come from a wizard. In his opinion, since my parents were wizards, I shouldn't be so close to Muggles.

This seemingly unintentional remark contains doubt and assessment.

And my answer is—

"Can't I like it?"

I lowered my head, no longer looking directly at Little Barty, and my shoulders slumped.

“Because I was in poor health before, my parents tried many ways to keep me entertained. At that time, I couldn’t use magic, so I could only read their books…” I said, with a hint of self-reflection.

“Both my parents are wizards, and I’ve always been worried about bringing shame to them. I’ve never shown any talent for using magic, and everyone says that I’m probably not good at magic and that I’m a Squib.”

"Actually, I always thought I would never receive an acceptance letter to Hogwarts. My parents said they hoped I would just be an ordinary person. They said the wizarding world isn't a wonderful place, so they wanted me to have more contact with ordinary people."

"If I hadn't received that letter, I would probably be one of these ordinary people now."

I tried hard to recall how I felt when I first finished reading Harry Potter.

For a long time, I held the belief that I was just an ordinary person. But inevitably, after getting a glimpse into this magical world, I wondered why I couldn't be one of them.

As many Chinese netizens jokingly say, maybe our owl has been lost on the other side of the ocean for more than a decade, but it is always trying to run towards us.

The premise was false, but the low spirits I displayed were real, Little Barty sighed, with a hint of something inexplicable in his voice.

I didn't expect my words to have any impact on Barty Jr. I just wanted to show him my attitude—I like ordinary people and consider myself one of them.

In order to gain my trust, the disguised Little Barty needs to pretend to agree with my point of view.

"Claire is right."

That's all the young man could say.

They comforted me.

Then, agree with me.

I'm not really a child, and my views won't change because of Little Barty's subtle pronouncements, no matter how hard he tries to explain the difference between wizards and Muggles.

So the only thing that needs to be changed is Barty Jr.

Whether he's sincere or not doesn't matter; what matters is whether I feel comfortable around him.

At least on the surface, Barty Jr.'s values ​​align with mine.

Who wouldn't like a handsome and charming young man like Xiao Badi, who can cook, clean, help with homework, and speaks so sweetly?

My affection for Little Barty isn't fake, it's just that the direction of my dependence is slightly different from what Little Barty himself thinks.

When we get back to Hogwarts, we'll also need to take care of Willotte's matter and visit Hagrid's dragon egg, which will be a good opportunity.

I'm still making plans in my mind.

I received so many gifts this time, I need to remember to reciprocate. I've made a list of everyone who gave me a gift, and I'll give them small snacks one by one when we get back to Hogwarts. There are too many people, so I won't be giving them cakes.

Alternatively, you could teach the kitchen elf a few more recipes, improve them, and then serve them as a treat.

Even after the Easter holiday, you should start reviewing for final exams. Whatever you do, remember not to let it affect your grades.

I've worked hard for a whole year, and the results will be revealed today. I don't ask to be among the top, I just hope I won't be at the bottom.

My terrible English handwriting is still a mess, my history of magic is still a disaster, my spells are still not proficient enough, and I still can't figure out the best time to add herbs in Potions class...

Just thinking about it makes me feel stressed.

My sweet dream, sent to me by my classmate Xiaoming, saved me. Thanks to my perfect sleep, I was able to get the most relaxing rest.

I've fallen in love with sleeping all over again.

well:-(.

Life is tough, being young is great, you can fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.