Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

At Hogwarts, first-year students attend classes from Monday to Friday, with at least four classes a day. Looking at the schedule, the time seems quite ample.

Many people mistakenly believe that attending Hogwarts is too easy and cannot be compared to junior and senior high schools in China. While it's true that the Hogwarts curriculum may seem relaxed at first glance, the actual experience differs.

Hogwarts is a magic school, and magic relies heavily on talent; hard work alone isn't enough. For example, in Transfiguration class, turning a match into a needle is something very few students can achieve in just one lesson. Hufflepuffs spend most of their time in classes with Ravenclaw, and in their first Transfiguration class, only one Ravenclaw student barely succeeded.

Casting magic requires a lot of practice, especially for some students who are not very bright. They have to spend a lot of energy outside of class to keep up with the lessons.

Looking at the main characters alone, you might not realize this, because the three kids, including Ron, all have strong magical talents. Harry is good in all aspects. Ron's comprehension is a bit lacking, but compared to most students, his talent is already quite good. Hermione is a theoretical genius and a spell genius. The key is that she is also hardworking enough.

Professor Flitwick, who teaches Charms, knows this too. His teaching method is to first teach everyone a simple charm, and then leave plenty of time for practice. Taking his class is much easier. He tries his best to ensure that all students can pass the exam, so he is always very patient in tutoring everyone. The little badgers all like this Ravenclaw headmaster.

Of course, the person who likes the most is still their own dean.

The worst class was Potions. Snape taught all four houses by himself. Without Harry to draw his attention, he didn't pay as much attention to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but that didn't stop him from spraying venom like crazy.

Everyone was extremely cautious and apprehensive when attending his classes.

According to a source who wished to remain anonymous, Professor Snape has been voted the most unpopular teacher for three consecutive years.

"Why only three sessions?" a badger asked.

"Because this selection process will only be held three times in total."

So Snape was never actually off the list.

The badger, eagle, and lion cub understood.

At first, I was worried that Snape might notice me, but it turned out that I didn't need to care at all. Snape mocked everyone indiscriminately, so I was more worried about my Potions class grades than about exposing my secret.

My English listening comprehension was already not very good, and Snape's speech was also very unclear. Most of the time, all I could hear from him was "abba aba." I hadn't remembered anything from the Potions class, and I could almost see myself failing the course. As a Chinese rabbit, I simply couldn't accept failing a course.

"Well, well, I'm really worried that your bunch of monstrous brains will blow my potions classroom to smithereens. You can't even figure out the most basic potions. Your stupidity has opened my eyes."

Snape walked among the students, and they all lowered their heads and pretended to be dead, creating a deathly silence.

"I believe no one has forgotten what bezoar is. No matter what, you should be better than cows. Even a cow's stomach can produce medicine, while your stomachs can only be used to hold brains."

“Speaking of which, Miss Leigh Min.” Snape called my name, and I stood up, my legs trembling and my mind blank.

"This student seems to have been studying very diligently just now, so—please explain to everyone the functions of bezoar?"

"Bezoar and bezoar can counteract many poisons and can be used as materials for antidotes." At this moment, I was extremely glad that I had prepared for this lesson.

“Incomplete answer. Sit down,” Snape said calmly. “I hope this student won’t be distracted next time.”

He wasn't targeting me, or rather, in his eyes I wasn't worth him targeting specifically.

I feel incredibly wronged—I wasn't distracted, I just didn't understand his deep voice. (╥_╥)

After that agonizing class, my roommates Susan and Hannah dragged me, feeling utterly lost, to the cafeteria to recharge.

My tiny spark of struggle was completely extinguished after seeing fried steak, fried pork chops, and fried chicken cutlets. Only fellow Chinese can understand the pain of eating this kind of food three times a day.

"That's enough, I really can't eat anymore." I said, wearing a mask of anguish.

It's not that they don't taste good, it's just that I've eaten too much of them. My Chinese stomach can't handle them as a regular food for a long time.

After enduring such a long period of food attacks, my picky eating has suddenly worsened. I can't eat anything at all. To put it simply, I have a poor appetite. I'm very hungry but have no appetite. People with a low appetite will understand my current situation.

It seems I have to add cooking to my schedule, otherwise I'll starve to death at Hogwarts sooner or later.

I not only face difficulties in life, but I also have problems with my studies.

My English listening comprehension is a weakness; I often struggle to understand what the teacher says immediately, making my learning in class inefficient. I have to rely on my own notes and others' notes after class to figure things out. Even worse, I'm not used to using English or English handwriting, making even reading and writing difficult. The History of Magic course demands a very high level of English proficiency, and with Professor Binns's hypnotic influence, I'm so desperate I'm ready to give up.

Not only that, I am also quite slow in practicing spells. My classmates can always get a feel for it after practicing a few times, but I have to spend a lot of time practicing the same spells before I can even get the hang of it, as if I am not sensitive to magic.

There's also the terrifying flying lesson. Watching Harry ride a broomstick to play ball is pretty cool, but only if you don't do it yourself. I'm weak and have low blood sugar because of my appetite, so riding a broomstick is a nightmare. I've imagined a million times in my mind what would happen if my broomstick went out of control like Neville's. I'm sure I would break my arms and legs and pass out.

Astronomy and Herbalism were alright, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was another ordeal. Professor Quirrell was second only to Snape in unpopularity. At least Snape, though fierce, had real talent, while Professor Quirrell felt like a teacher of easy subjects who insisted on teaching specialized courses. With the classroom filled with the smell of garlic, I couldn't even pay attention to Voldemort. It was really jarring.

Under such pressure, I'd be more concerned about myself than the main plot.

I really don't know where the main characters get the energy to do so much. Harry has always been the main target and a hot topic at Hogwarts. Willow has built up a good reputation in all four houses in just two months. Even some of the little badgers say that she is different from the average Slytherin, being both elegant and gentle.

My initial plan was to maintain a relationship with all the main characters that I could talk to but wasn't very close to. However, I soon realized that I had made a mistake because I didn't have time to cultivate relationships with my classmates at all. In fact, I could hardly even be a passerby. I just wanted to immerse myself in the abyss of studying. I dreamed about potions and spells, and when I opened my eyes, I would silently recite the key years and figures in the history of magic. I would even recite spells several times while walking down the street.