Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

The casting posture for this spell is incorrect.

Xiao Ming slowly floated up and swayed in front of me.

I glanced at it briefly, my attention completely focused on the period that Xiaoming hadn't written.

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I quietly wrote a period, and Xiao Ming noticed my lack of seriousness. Even though I didn't have a face, he just looked speechless.

I understand you've had a lot on your plate lately, but your health should come first. Please get some rest.

Xiao Ming's handwriting showed a hint of concern; it floated in the air, the pages rustling, attracting my attention.

"No problem, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." I responded to Xiaoming's concern and used my wand to perform a cleansing spell, eliminating all physical traces of the spell's connection.

"Scourgify!"

Clearance.

Satisfied, I put the wand back into the dark lining of my robe.

It's a great spell; I feel really cool every time I recite it.

My little room in the suitcase is very well organized, with all kinds of supplies prepared, from durable food to detachable appliances to potions that Little Barty has been sending me one after another, as well as potions I made myself. I even have a few bottles of scrap materials on hand, in case I need to use them as poison.

The books on the bookshelf are books I've secretly collected, some of which are handwritten notes. There aren't many, after all, I don't dare to be so blatant yet. Tucked inside an inconspicuous notebook is a simplified version of a Hogwarts map that I'll update from time to time. There's also a simplified map of London, just in case.

On the other side were some bottles and jars and an old crucible. As long as I had enough money, I would prepare as many of my things as possible, especially magical materials. You can never have too many. I would secretly practice making certain potions myself.

There's an old saying that goes, "One is born in hardship and dies in comfort." Before I fully integrate into this world, it's better to be more vigilant so that I won't be caught unprepared in case of any unexpected situations.

The room now looks quite tidy. After I became familiar with the Cleaning Spell, cleaning became an easy task, so I paid more attention to maintaining hygiene. The spell also became more and more skillful with each cast.

This is probably what they mean by demand driving development.

If a powerful wizard were to come to this small room to recreate the traces of magic, he would be astonished to find it filled with all sorts of offensive and defensive magic, with vastly different levels of skill. Some of these spells would only leave a faint trace, while others would reveal serious signs of dark magic corruption.

From the faintest glimmers of light to traces of what appeared to be an Unforgivable Curse… this chaos, as if it had endured a strange and fierce struggle, would make any white wizard who discovered this scene frown.

Unfortunately, these were actually just traces of magical practice.

Xiao Ming's comment: Claire practiced well.

Me (hands on hips): Hmph, as expected of me.

Every time I hold the mod wand in my left hand and the phoenix feather wand in my right, I feel so cool.

Holding them reminds me of the famous Chinese Harry Potter fanfiction trope of using a wand as chopsticks and cooking hot pot in a cauldron.

I stroked my chin deeply.

interesting.

If both wands had a spirit, I would feel a chill down my spine. Unfortunately, one of them wasn't working well enough, and the other had no spirit at all, so it couldn't give me a sufficient response.

But never mind, I still cherish my wand and cauldron. Everyone has their own specialty, and I'm more comfortable using real chopsticks.

Speaking of chopsticks reminds me of the time when I first came to Hogwarts last semester. I would eagerly run to the kitchen every day for extra meals. I wasn't used to using forks and knives, but luckily I remembered to bring a pair from the house before I left. I treasured those chopsticks like I treasured my wand. I would carefully bathe them before each use and put them away carefully afterward.

To prepare for any possible dining environment, I resolutely placed my precious chopsticks in a hidden compartment of my robe, on the same level as my magic wand.

It wasn't until Easter break that I dragged Little Barty to buy new chopsticks and finally retired the old ones.

My face is kind, and I put my hands together: Chopsticks Door.

I will always remember your contributions to me.

Now that new chopsticks have arrived, how can we stop moving forward?

Ahem, we've gotten a bit off-topic.

Closer to home.

So far, my training progress has increased significantly, and I am much faster than before. Although I am still weaker than others, I think I have done well to reach this level in just one year. Even though I am still no match for the true all-around genius, Willow, I am satisfied.

Xiaoming was a great help to me in my spell practice. After a year of getting to know each other, I also realized that his knowledge did not come out of thin air, but was something that he had learned and mastered.

As time went on, Xiaoming showed more and more of a human side. The difference between asking a Baidu knowledge base and asking a real person was so great that I was able to glimpse the true soul of Xiaoming beneath his bookish exterior.

Well, or rather, did Xiaoming not hide anything from beginning to end? After all, except when the riddle-maker touches on a certain secret, Xiaoming almost always complies with me on everything.

At the same time, its portrayal of the plot is also strange. My intuition tells me that it definitely knows part of the future, but this future does not include the plot that I know, or the plot that I know is not important to Xiaoming at all.

Maybe……

Several guesses popped into my mind.

Leaving the small room with my suitcase, I put Xiaoming next to my pillow and then lay down peacefully. Tomorrow is the weekend.

Get some rest and remember to have sweet dreams.

As usual, Xiaoming said goodnight to me.

It's become a habit ever since it claimed to give me sweet dreams on my birthday.

"Yeah...you too."

I blinked sleepily, mouthed a name, and unusually, my mind was filled with vague and incomprehensible fantasies.

There's Willow wandering around at night, the three little ones chattering away, Little Barty laughing heartily, and clouds that come with sweet dreams.

What will happen next? Oh, right, the Forbidden Forest unicorn, Willotte and Harry will face Professor Quirrell and Voldemort... Never mind, anyway, I'll just take a nap.

I felt at ease and fell asleep peacefully along with my silent classmate, Xiaoming.

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small theater:

Xiao Ming seems a bit aloof, but actually—

Claire (posing): Casting a spell.

Xiao Ming (clapping, if he had hands): Very good, not bad, Claire is a genius.

Claire (excitedly): Chopsticks door!

Xiao Ming (raising an eyebrow, if he has eyebrows): That's so Claire's style.

Claire (sleeping): _(:3 ⌒?)_

Xiao Ming (with eyes closed, praising): So cute!

The other two characters who appeared very infrequently but at least made an appearance: I envy them—

supplement:

Some characters may seem to have little screen time, but that's only because their actions are overlooked from Claire's perspective. When you see things from other people's perspectives, you'll find that Claire is busier than she realizes.