Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

“Hello Mr. Hagrid, I’m Ray Min. You can call me Claire if you don’t mind.” I greeted him politely.

“Okay, okay, Claire, right? No need to call me sir, just call me Hagrid.” Hagrid seemed a little flustered; it was hard to imagine such an awkward movement coming from someone with such a large frame. He stepped aside to invite us in.

Hagrid is quite famous at Hogwarts, and most students know him. However, few people are willing to get to know him well, not only because of his eccentric personality and rude behavior, but also because of his enormous size. In daily interactions, few people can withstand the oppressive feeling brought about by such a large size difference, and just being next to him makes them feel uncomfortable.

I had met Hagrid a few times before, but it was always from a distance, and I only got to know him a little bit from one side.

When people are speaking, they usually subconsciously glance at the other person's face a few times. This is a good way to perceive emotions, and there are quite a few subtle tricks to it. For details, please refer to the psychology of micro-expressions.

In short, if two strangers are talking but don't make eye contact, or keep making eye contact, the atmosphere will often become awkward immediately.

At my current height, I only reach Hagrid's waist. Right now, I have to strain my neck to see Hagrid's face. If I don't look up at the ground or at his waist, I feel an uneasy feeling in the air.

In short, it was incredibly awkward.

Fortunately, I wasn't in a dominant position this time; the main communication was between Willotte and Hagrid.

With a casual, check-in mentality, I quietly surveyed the room's furnishings: cluttered items, dim lighting, curtains drawn tightly shut, and a glowing red fire in the fireplace, making it incredibly stuffy.

It's probably to help the dragon eggs hatch better.

"Please sit down, please sit down. I'll prepare something for you."

Although Hagrid appears a bit rude, he is actually very warm and cheerful. He invited us to sit down, served us tea, and asked if we wanted ferret sandwiches.

Weasel sandwich...

Speaking of ferrets, one has to mention a certain platinum-haired young master. I can't help it, fanfiction and fan creations have taken root in my mind. Unfortunately, just thinking about him makes me furious. Reading Draco in the books and actually meeting him are two completely different experiences.

When he's in another dimension, I can say that the arrogant young master is really appealing.

When he and I are in the same dimension, and he's within walking distance of me, all I can say is to stay away from those arrogant people.

Amitabha Buddha, distance truly makes the heart grow fonder.

I tried to control my expression, coughed lightly, and looked tactfully at Willotte. She was more familiar with Hagrid and was more suitable to speak first.

"No need, thank you Hagrid." Willotte understood my look and kindly declined Hagrid's offer on my behalf.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Hagrid was easy to talk to, all smiles, and at the same time, he looked at us with curiosity, a little puzzled as to why Willow, a Slytherin, would be so close to a Hufflepuff. But he quickly stopped caring about it. It was just making friends across houses, it wasn't like they didn't have friends, no need to worry about it so much.

After the necessary social formalities were over, Willotte got straight to the point.

“Can we see that thing?” Willotte asked.

“Oh, no problem,” Hagrid said, a nervous yet smug smile spreading across his face, gesturing for us to look at the fireplace. “You know…”

"I put in a lot of effort for it."

An egg lay beneath the kettle by the fireplace, gently embraced by the warm flames. It was dark and its condition was unclear, but one could foresee that a powerful life was growing within it.

“It’s sure to be a lively fellow,” Hagrid said softly, a tenderness on his face that didn’t quite match his appearance. “Just look at this eggshell.”

Dragon eggs! Real dragon eggs!

A dragon egg that's about to hatch!

Just as Willotte had predicted, I really loved it. Even just looking at it made me smile like Hagrid, mesmerized by the life inside the egg.

People with similar interests always find it easier to start a conversation. Hagrid noticed my excitement and took the initiative to tell me some things about dragon eggs.

"This is a Norwegian Spinosaurus egg!"

"Let me tell you how I tell the difference..."

Hagrid spoke with deep concentration.

“Willow said she has a friend who really likes magical creatures, and she’s right, you’re a real Hufflepuff…” He actually complimented me.

"Thank you, Hagrid!" I thanked Hagrid with gratitude, using a string of words to express my praise, making Hagrid blush and wave his hands shyly.

Perhaps he got excited, because he started talking to me about magical creatures. Once he started talking about it, he became very talkative and kept pulling me to discuss how cute the magical creatures were.

I, on the other hand, acted as a good listener, listening to his eloquent tales of magical creatures and his "friends," occasionally offering responses to let him know that I was taking the conversation seriously. Willotte remained silent, listening quietly alongside him.

At the end, Hagrid, still not quite finished, told me that he would definitely let me know the day the dragon eggs hatched so I could come and see them too.

“You are a real Hufflepuff,” he said repeatedly. He was still very tall, but I no longer felt the discomfort I had when we first met.

"Goodbye." Willotte and I said goodbye to Hagrid, and before we left, he specifically told us one last time not to tell anyone.

“I knew Claire would like it,” Willotte said, her eyes fixed on me.

"Yes, it's all thanks to Willotte." I couldn't suppress my smile and sincerely thanked Willotte.

Out of a bit of fear of the plot, I won't befriend any characters directly. Today, when I go to Hagrid's cabin, I'm not only going to see the dragon egg and broaden my horizons, but also to make a new friend.

"Claire."

"Ok?"

Just as Willotte and I were about to part ways, she suddenly leaned close and whispered something in my ear.

"For your safety, please stay away from Professor Quirrell for the time being."

This is... a well-intentioned reminder.