Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Chapter 57 Norbert

"Claire, let's go find Hagrid together later." Hermione's eyes lit up when she saw me drifting on the road. Without thinking, she immediately called out to me.

"Ah, okay, Hermione." My weak voice came from behind me, and I turned around slowly like a corpse, startling Hermione so much that she immediately made a face at me.

"Claire?"

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He had dark circles under his eyes, a pale face, and lifeless eyes, looking like a dead fish. You could tell at a glance that he was extremely tired. He was filled with resentment from having just finished reading a 400-page handwritten English history of magic. He could wear a black robe and go cosplay as a Dementor.

"Yes, it's me."

The ending note is drawn out, lifeless and gloomy.

"Are you alright?" Hermione asked in alarm, rushing over to support me, afraid I would collapse on the spot.

"I'm fine," I struggled with a dying smile. "I was just defeated by proper nouns and handwritten English, it's nothing serious."

Hermione: "?"

There seems to be something I didn't understand.

Hermione was very anxious and immediately pulled me to the medical wing.

I sighed and explained to the anxious Hermione that I had just come from the library and had gotten hurt while looking up technical terms.

Seriously, the injury was really checked.

I will never read books like that again.

A wonderful day begins at the library. I happen to have nothing to do today, and Willotte is also unavailable, so I've decided to thoroughly review the history of magic. I've taken out an ancient history of magic book that's as thick as my lifeblood and started reading it diligently.

This book was personally recommended by Professor Bins. I spent a lot of effort finding it at a secondhand bookstore. The pages were old and the print was blurry. I had to be very careful when flipping through it, afraid that it would fall apart if I wasn't careful. I carefully preserved it and immersed myself in learning it. Whenever I encountered a proper noun, I would look it up in other encyclopedias. I looked up each noun one by one until I finally understood the book. I was not far from death.

Proper nouns are confusing me.

English handwriting confuses me.

When the two are added together, 1 + 1 > 10.

Its power is so great that it can turn a completely dead salted fish belly up again.

I even splurged on a bottle of stimulant, but it was no use. I still couldn't understand what I was supposed to understand, and I was still sleepy.

what.

I was overwhelmed by proper nouns and English handwriting.

A crushing defeat.

I know that this method of rote learning is clumsy, but after trying many learning methods recommended by people around me, I sadly discovered that I really can't do it. Only the clumsy method that I've been using for more than ten years can help me truly learn. It's not that the others are no good, it's just not very satisfying.

Sigh, but this trip was still worthwhile, though the aftereffects are quite significant; my head is still spinning.

“Claire, you don’t have to do this. You can ask me anything you don’t understand.” Hermione sighed as well, holding my hand, probably wanting to help me walk slowly. Her palms were warm, and since the weather had warmed up recently, the area where her hands touched my arm was a little hot.

Where I couldn't see, Hermione wore a slightly confused expression. She was wondering why Claire's wrists were so cold and felt strange to the touch... Maybe she was just unwell.

"Let's go find Mrs. Pomfrey."

"Don't worry, I'm really fine. Of course I know my own body." I continued to sigh, one long sigh after another. "I think what I need most right now is not to go to the medical wing, but to find a place to rest as soon as possible. Going to Hagrid's cabin is a good choice. At least I can relax a bit there. After reading for so long, breathing some fresh air should help."

“Okay, let’s go together.” Hermione reluctantly agreed, frowning as she walked closely behind me, almost as if she wanted to hold my hand.

Me: Ah, there's no need for that.

As a former fragile college student, I can say this is really nothing, as simple as staying up half the night. I can run and jump again. However, seeing Hermione's worried expression, I didn't say anything and accepted Hermione's help.

We went to Hagrid's hut to see Norbert. He had grown quite large, his teeth were becoming sharper, and his wings were hardening. He crawled around the hut, or rolled in the still-sparkling ashes, making a mess everywhere. When he saw us, he sniffed us curiously, and then spat out sparks to welcome us.

Hermione and I exchanged a glance, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Norber had started eating some raw meat, and Hagrid prepared dead rats for him to eat, not only to feed him but also to cultivate Norber's wildness. He checked Norber's teeth every day and occasionally fed him some brandy.

When Draco learned of this, he looked as if he had been fed a dead rat. He loved dragons, and having just run into Norbert, he confidently crammed a lot of knowledge about raising dragons. However, what he read in books and what he actually fed them were two different things. At the very least, he couldn't accept that the handsome dragon in front of him would eat a dead rat...

However, unable to defy the relatively authoritative Hagrid, and not daring to confront Willotte directly, Harry Ron tried to ignore him and went to see the dragon at different times. Draco, filled with anger but no one paid attention, had no choice but to swallow his anger for the time being, feeding the dragon with the raw meat he had brought, his face full of complicated emotions.

Some of this information I heard from Hermione and Willow, and some I witnessed myself.

After playing with Norber for a while, I secretly judged that it would probably be sent away soon, as Hagrid's hut simply couldn't accommodate it.

The dragon egg incident was unfolding in an orderly manner. While I was studying frantically, I was also carefully observing the differences between the original work and the fan fiction, trying to understand how the flexibility of the plot was determined.

When I comforted Hermione on Halloween Eve last time, I thought the plot would change, but unfortunately, the main characters still went together to defeat the troll. I wondered if the plot would be revised. At least so far, I haven't seen anything that deviates significantly from the original plot at Hogwarts.

However, Barty's fate has been completely changed. He broke free of the Imperius Curse several years ahead of schedule, which is obviously a major uncontrollable factor. I knew the plot was going to fall apart the first day I saw him, but I didn't know when it would happen. Half a semester has passed and I haven't seen anything happen to him yet. He probably hasn't infiltrated Hogwarts yet.

In addition, there are unnamed characters outside the main storyline, such as Xiao Ming, the person who sent the flowers, and myself at Hogwarts. The original work, fan fiction, and the present—it really feels like a chaotic mess.

I suspect the plot might have some flexibility, changing within a certain range or after certain conditions are met. This is one reason I followed Willotte's advice. During this semester, the dragon egg incident can be considered a relatively safe plot point in fan fiction... However, this is just a guess. What if there's no plot coercion at all? Everything is free, and it just falls apart so freely.

well:-(.

Since there was no need to worry about Draco betraying them, the three little ones didn't rush to check on Norbert late at night while wearing invisibility cloaks. The next time I went to Hagrid's cabin, I happened to run into them and kindly reminded them to be careful not to get bitten.

“I’ve been reading a lot of books about dragons lately,” I said. “Some dragons have poisonous teeth and saliva, the Norwegian Ridgeback is one of them, so you should be careful when feeding Norwegian Ridgeback.”

"Mmm." The three little ones nodded.

amount……

I don't know why, but I always felt that Harry and Ron were putting extra effort into it.

I glanced at the two of them with a puzzled look. Ron immediately looked away, while Harry stared back at me rather awkwardly.

Me: Stare—

Harry: Stare—

I:?

What are you doing?

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(Sorry for taking up part of the main text. I've been writing for a while and I'm wondering if I should add some revelations or small interactions at the end, otherwise there are too many things to explain. I've accumulated several perspectives that I haven't written yet, and I might forget some details when I'm writing them.)

From Claire's perspective, not only is she a background character, but everyone else is too. (If I don't elaborate, I'll just skip over that...) I'll write a little something first, and you can see what I think.

【small theater】

The mindset of everyone in this chapter during the dragon egg incident.

Claire (calmly): Observing silently, trying to minimize her presence.

It cautiously extended its paw to probe, but nothing happened, indicating its confusion.

Studying makes one's mind as still as water.

Harry (shyly): I'm so nervous, how should I start a conversation with Claire?

She seemed unwell. Should I ask her what's wrong? But it seems she showed concern first...

Hermione and Claire have such a good relationship. I wish I could be like that...

Ron (breaking down): Why do they sound so intimidating when they talk?!

Hermione, Gaunt, and especially Claire—even though they weren't close, she couldn't help but feel afraid the moment she saw him…

Claire's air pressure is very high.

Hermione (worried): Claire isn't feeling well, yet she's working so hard, so gentle, so considerate, and so kind in reminding us.