Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Ha and I exchanged a few seconds of eye contact before quickly looking away, selectively ignoring the awkwardness in the air.

"Anyway, just be careful." I hesitated before crafting my words, my tone solemn. "If possible, it would be best to also try to persuade Hagrid and ask him what he plans to do next. You know, Norbert can't stay here forever, and Hagrid will probably find it hard to accept... But no matter what, we need to find a solution."

“We know,” Hermione said, her expression turning worried again at the mention of this. “He can’t bear to let Norber go.”

“That’s just how Hagrid is,” Ron muttered under his breath.

“Continuing like this won’t be good for either Hagrid or Norbert.” I shook my head, looking worried as well. “We can only offer our best advice; the specifics are up to him.”

"Oh, yes."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now," I said.

Hermione and Ron said a brief goodbye.

Harry seemed to want to say something, but hesitated and then remained silent.

I didn't pay much attention to him and quickly left Hagrid's hut, passing by the Willow Tree, intending to go to the greenhouse to check on the few herbs I had recently taken care of.

In order to have a legitimate reason to approach or plant mandrake in my second year, I have been consciously cultivating a persona of someone who loves herbalism.

Specifically, this manifests as follows: I am very proactive in every herbal medicine class, preparing in advance and reviewing after class, applying the same enthusiasm I had when I was studying at the flower farm, striving to ensure that my grades in herbal medicine are not too bad, and ideally, to be among the top.

I would spend my free time looking at herb guides in the Hufflepuff lounge, and occasionally ask a few classmates questions about herb cultivation. Once, in order to better learn how to identify herb species, I even tried to draw the herbs, and then casually destroyed the freshly drawn drawings.

Try to perform well in class, and ask Professor Sprout questions or help her after class, so as to become familiar with her and build a relationship with her.

It sounds simple, but...

I rubbed my aching thighs, wiped the sweat from my forehead, took a deep breath, and continued to laboriously loosen the soil in the flowerpot with my small shovel.

I'm shoveling...

Teaching herbal medicine is really physically demanding.

Everyone says that farming is a bloodline talent etched into the DNA of those who grow flowers. At first, I was indeed very enthusiastic, my mind filled with images of growing all sorts of things in a greenhouse at home. I imagined having my own plot of land, filled with beautiful and upright seedlings and herbs, and me wearing a straw hat, carrying a basket, thinking about what to pick...

The idea is great, but it falls apart when it comes to reality.

After actually getting involved in planting, I realized that there are too many things that require physical strength, and it's not as wonderful as I imagined. A normal twelve-year-old child simply doesn't have that much energy, let alone me, who has the body of a middle school student but the soul of a college student.

Harry could withstand the intense training of Quidditch, and in his second year he could kill a basilisk with a sword. He was known for his strong athletic talent, but he would still be exhausted after Herbology class, which shows that this class is not just a simple physical exercise.

To maintain their persona, even if their legs were trembling from exhaustion and they were silently shedding tears inside, they still tried their best to swing the shovel and keep a smile on their face.

There were many things to pay attention to: pest control, loosening the soil, repotting, watering, and identifying various peculiar herbs, some of which were quite harmful... Fortunately, I persevered and even found enjoyment in it. Herb class was tough, but Professor Sprout was very considerate. She was warm, kind, and approachable, and never made us do too much.

After getting through the initial exhausting adjustment period, I perked up again and felt capable once more. I boldly asked Professor Sprout to let me grow some things, and Professor Sprout happily praised me.

“Oh, it’s nice to see a student who enjoys Herbology so much, but I’m sorry, I can’t approve of you growing herbs in your dorm or anywhere else. You’re still a freshman, and it’s too early for you to grow herbs on your own,” Professor Sprout said, noticing my slightly disappointed expression.

“However, if you really like them, you can come and take a look at the greenhouse.” She pointed to a few potted plants in the corner, winked, and smiled. “I think you might be able to take good care of them.”

"Okay! Thank you, Professor!" My voice immediately perked up.

"Also, for your love of Herbology, Hufflepuff gets five points."

"!"

Long live Professor Sprout! Truly our favorite dean!

In short, after that, I would take time to go to the greenhouse to take care of these plants, water them, fertilize them, loosen the soil from time to time, and record their height and number of leaves with a look of satisfaction.

This plant seems to have grown a centimeter taller. I forgot to bring a measuring tape; I'll definitely do it next time…

That plant has a few more leaves now. When did they grow? It wasn't here last time I came. It's grown so fast...

And this one, it's growing quite well, so lush and green, it looks really nice...

Even though I was very careful, my outer robe still got covered in mud, and mud got stuck under my fingernails. I let out a long sigh and finished today's task of loosening the soil.

It's almost evening, so I'd better head back early.

After quickly cleaning my palms, I took out my wand and cleaned myself again. Only after making sure I wasn't dirty did I drag my tired body away.

What a fulfilling day!

I was physically exhausted but mentally relaxed. For the first time, I truly experienced what it means for moderate labor to benefit both body and mind. I even felt like humming a song. Recalling the tunes of the English songs I sang before I time-traveled, I suddenly realized that most of them were actually erotic songs.

Me: ...Thank goodness I didn't actually hum the lyrics.

The temperature dropped a little, and I felt more comfortable. I strolled slowly, admiring the scenery around me, until—I was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Stop right there, Claire." The voice, deliberately gloomy and tinged with arrogance, made my eyelids twitch. I almost lost control of my expression and recognized Draco with my toes.

I smiled and turned my head, my lips drooping down by three pixels.

"Is there something you need, Malfoy?"

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small theater:

Claire (weakly): It's just herbalism class, I'm so tired of learning...

Claire (with righteous indignation) said: There's no time to explain. Next up is our Chinese biting cabbage, which, combined with the screaming attack of mandrake, is our earth-shattering combo!

What?! You dare touch my cabbage?! (Physical version of fainting, charge!)