Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After the Easter holidays ended, I boarded the Hogwarts Express, carrying the specially prepared Barty Potions I had made in advance.

Before the holiday, I made a special effort to get a few bottles of sobering agents and calming potions so that I wouldn't get carsick on the Hogwarts Express and cause trouble for others.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. Some people didn't go home for the Easter holiday, so there weren't many people on the train. My carriage was quite far back, so I was alone and undisturbed. I took a few sips of a sobering agent, like drinking coffee, though I couldn't agree with the taste. After a few more sips, I even felt a bit tipsy... My mind was incredibly clear. I happily and comfortably curled up in my seat, holding a book in my hand, reciting the twelve uses of dragon's blood.

After riding the train a few more times, I felt much better. My resistance has increased, and at least my motion sickness isn't as severe now. Last night, Willotte even used a two-way mirror to ask me if I needed her to bring me some magic potion to cure motion sickness.

“No need, my family has already made preparations,” I said, thanking Willotte with an honest and clear gaze, showing no sign of guilt.

I wasn't wrong. Little Barty quickly prepared several bottles of stimulants and tranquilizers, and put them in my suitcase as a backup. There was even a bottle of white senna essence.

My gut feeling right now is that I don't want Willotte and Barty to meet. I'm worried that it will seriously ruin the plot, and I'm also worried that some uncontrollable chemical reaction will occur. I don't even dare to take the two-way mirror out of the room.

Little Barty really cares about me.

I had previously complained to him about getting seasick every time I ride the Hogwarts Train, and Barty immediately became serious. After learning that potions would help me, he took out his potion stash and made several bottles of stimulants and calming potions on the spot, insisting on stuffing them into my suitcase.

“Claire must not suffer in silence when she is not feeling well.” Barty rarely lectured, and his tone was long and drawn out. “She must learn to rely on adults when something happens. We are family.”

"Never wrong yourself or cause yourself pain."

"Hmm..." I was a bit weak-willed, which is how I always am whenever someone asks about my health. I simply nodded in agreement.

“We’re going to Hogwarts tomorrow…” He frowned slightly, as if he was thinking. “I’ll make you some potions in advance, so remember to drink them if you feel unwell.”

“You can tell me anything you want, don’t worry, Claire.” Little Barty’s voice gradually lowered, but remained within my audible range. He was half-squatting, his beautiful eyes looking me straight in the eye, completely focused.

“Claire, you are very important to me,” he said, his words trembling unexpectedly. “We are…family.”

"No matter what problems arise, we can solve them together."

I blinked and thought Little Barty's posture was weird and awkward.

It's hard to imagine an adult accommodating a child in such a posture. Most of the time, adults are used to looking down, which is not wrong, but when I, as a child, am looking at Little Barty at eye level, I can't help but feel a sense of affection.

Little Bati has truly mastered the role of a caring older brother.

Even family members have varying degrees of closeness or distance. At least Little Barty was willing to act as if he were my equal at this moment, and this one action surpassed that of most parents who have been with their children for more than ten years.

I don't believe that Barty the Younger, without his disguise, would treat a child like that. It is precisely because I know his status and ruthlessness among the Death Eaters that I am even more astonished.

However, regardless of his true intentions, I received the concern in his words.

“That’s exactly what I did.” I laughed happily and gave the young man in front of me a light hug, a very empty hug that lasted only a few seconds and was gone in an instant. “So thank you for your trouble.”

Little Barty didn't show any obvious excitement; his movements seemed to pause for a moment, but his smile widened and his tone became even gentler.

"Claire is such a good girl."

I scratched my head.

I feel like the words "family" and "good child" are appearing more frequently these days. Why does Little Barty keep mentioning them all the time?

I was thinking about it unconsciously.

Perhaps he has already gotten used to family life with just the two of them?

In short, Barty the Younger prepared a lot of potions for me, which should be enough for the Hogwarts Train. This time, I made no mistakes and returned to Hogwarts safely.

In the Hufflepuff lounge, I gave each of the badgers I had given gifts to some homemade cookies, and gave candy to those I hadn't given gifts to. Later, I also gave cookies or handfuls of candy to the little eagles and lions that I knew well.

That night, I made a point of taking stock of my snack reserves and was surprised to find that the amount I had bought from several supermarkets was almost gone.

I still need to find time to go wholesale...

I made a decision to myself, clutching my wallet as I fell into deep thought.

There's a reason why my snack reserves are going out so quickly. I give out candy and snacks every day, and give the badgers extra meals... It's mainly because I'm soft-hearted and loving. Even if others share, they wouldn't want everyone present to have some like I do, and I do it so often.

After all, I was surrounded by kids around eleven or twelve years old. As someone who was at least ten years older than me, I couldn't help but be more tolerant of the badger cubs, especially when faced with their expectant eyes. I usually found it hard to refuse them.

Moreover, there are usually more things to do when there are more people. Most of my relationships are in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Snacks are an important resource for maintaining relationships. I cherish them very much and use them often. I can't help but feed a badger or eagle whenever I see one.

Okay, I admit it, I just love feeding them.

Fortunately, thanks to the great little gold coin sprite—yes, it's Xiaoming—I dare to buy a lot of snacks to feed the badger because Xiaoming will replenish my little treasury from time to time.

Sometimes it's through sending letters, sometimes it's Xiaoming directly spitting it out... It seems like there are two different forces supporting my finances, and they're quite generous and extravagant. I counted the Galleons on my body, but I didn't dare to let them out. I hid a lot of them in the suitcases in the small room of my suitcase, layer upon layer with secret locks and hidden spells.

I usually explain the source of the money as a small allowance from my parents, which usually goes unnoticed. However, I am still vigilant and want to find an opportunity to cover up this shortfall.

The way the letter was delivered was actually quite simple and unadorned, but Xiaoming spitting out gold coins was a bit hard to describe.

Ever since I saw that book spit out gold coins like beans, I've undergone a complete reorganization of my worldview, which coincides with a certain cosmic cat emoji.

I've seen people swallow gold, but I've never seen anyone spit it out... I suddenly felt a deep respect for Xiaoming and suppressed the smile that was creeping onto my face.

Xiao Ming spits out gold gallons, hello Xiao Ming.

I laughed at it in my heart; I was wicked.