Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After busying myself in the backyard for half a day, I twisted my sore feet, patted the dirt off my hands, and a wave of bitterness washed over me, and sadness welled up inside me.

I'm so tired.

I just want to lie down again.

Planting sounds and looks so simple, and the quantity is not large, but it is too tiring in practice. Even though I have several months of planting experience, I found that I hadn't done enough when I started cultivating plants again.

Keep track of soil moisture, find suitable fertilizer, prevent damage to the plants themselves, be careful of pests, and pay attention to the weather and temperature... Actually, you could try converting this yard into a greenhouse, which would make things a little easier. Planting mandrake in a yard is still more difficult than for beginners, but getting through this hurdle will probably make things much easier.

After a tiring day, I ate the lunch that Little Barty had left for me, and since I had nothing to do in the afternoon, I simply went to my own private study to curl up and continue reading.

The study is very spacious. It's just me and Little Barty living in this house, so there are several empty rooms. After Little Barty came, he discussed it with me and divided them into areas. He also took on the responsibility of decorating. It really makes a difference to have reliable adults around.

Next to my bedroom is my study, which is filled with a lot of study materials, second-hand books, my notes, and collected gifts. Unfortunately, it's still quite empty because I haven't accumulated enough. Little Barty has his own separate activity room.

Hazel stood on its own perch in the study, looking more relaxed than I was. I poked its downy feathers with my finger, and it shook its body helplessly, offering a token resistance before letting me touch it. Its standard chubby, round eyes didn't look threatening at all.

I covered my chest.

so cute.

When relaxed, Hazel is a cute, serious-looking rectangular baby, a chubby hazelnut cake with rings!

(*≧▽≦)

Of course, things shouldn't be judged solely on appearances.

I shook my head reservedly.

Although Hazel is cute, it is a genuine Eurasian Eagle Owl, the largest owl species in the world, a fierce hunter, whose wingspan is even taller than I am now, and is said to reach up to two meters.

It would be more than enough to take down me, or even a fragile college student.

Hmm... so that's how it is...

I fell into a strange reverie.

Hazel's recipes seem to actually include badgers.

I couldn't help but glance at it a few more times.

Hazel seemed puzzled, or perhaps she didn't want to talk to me, so she gently shook her body and stretched out her paws to start washing her face.

So cute...

I coughed lightly, feigning modesty, and fed it some owl food, pretending I had no intention of touching its feathers.

Hazel, as an animal of the magical world, is quite intelligent, wise, and calm, as can be seen from the fact that it can take on the responsibility of delivering messages. Moreover, it is very close to me and does not mind my daily tactile lapses.

For a period of time, I was often sick at Hogwarts. To take care of me when I was sick, Hazel even hunted snakes for me, brought them to me, and tried to feed them to me.

I:"……"

I:"……"

I:"?!"

In the blink of an eye, I jumped out of bed. My mind was a jumbled mess, but I managed to do something earth-shattering, using up all the courage I had accumulated in my two lifetimes. With trembling hands, I solemnly stuffed the limp, now-cold snake into Hazel's mouth, then collapsed back down to continue lying there like a corpse.

With a faint sense of relief and a death wish.

His face was pale, and he looked like he was dead, but in reality, his heart was truly dead.

Hazel noticed my resistance and circled around me, seemingly puzzled as to why I was putting the snake he had hunted back into my hands and even trying to spit it out to feed me.

I burrowed myself under the covers.

Between accepting and rejecting, I chose to suffocate myself.

Of course, it's a good thing that the child is filial. Although I think Hazel might be treating me like a cub, I'll treat it like a cub too. Let's just call it even!

I thought that, and then happily drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I tried to explain it as a dream, but I couldn't fool my conscious self, so in the end I remembered everything.

Hazel was worried and came to feed me. What could I do? I could only forgive her with tears in my eyes and teach her to express that she really didn't need it.

Recalling this incident, I continued to pok at Hazel's broad chest with a hint of resentment, watching Hazel adjust his posture and let me touch him.

After poking it a few times, I was finally satisfied.

It's time to get down to business.

I spread out the newspaper and suppressed the urge to cross my legs—I know it's not good, but sometimes I just can't help it, and I feel uncomfortable no matter how I sit.

As for scoliosis and such... we'll talk about that later (sad).

I picked up today's edition of the Daily Prophet and read it carefully.

The Ministry of Magic's new ordinance, revised with the help of Barty Crouch Sr., stipulates that the residences of members of important departments should be effectively protected, but this protection cannot infringe on the members' privacy... The Ministry of Magic is still discussing this, and it is unknown when it will be officially implemented. This article has been reported almost six times in a row. Has the Ministry of Magic run out of new ideas?

Renowned journalist Rita Skeeter published an article accusing a high-ranking member of the Ministry of Magic, who is opposed to Fudge, of abusing his power, accepting bribes, and suppressing newcomers. The article was sharp and scathing, and the evidence seemed irrefutable... Could it be internal strife? Or simply a report to build a reputation? Of course, based on my trust in Rita's character, I still have reservations about the article's veracity.

A wizard was accused of violating the Secrets Act by repeatedly using and spreading magic in front of Muggles, displaying a hostile attitude, and openly provoking the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry proposed a trial and imprisonment for violating the Secrets Act, and the case is currently under further investigation... The animated headshot made my eyelids twitch.

Honestly, when I read the newspaper, seeing black and white people moving around is quite scary.

Boring times always seem to pass slowly. After finishing the newspaper, I picked up another book and continued reading, thinking as I went.

The Ministry of Magic seems busy yet not so busy. How do the people who actually enforce the law work?

I haven't met little Luna yet, and there's no way to subscribe to "Singing the Dissent" (唱唱别调). It's too niche to ask around directly.

Willotte's birthday is coming up soon, what should I prepare? Nothing seems quite right...

Lately, my magic practice has been a bit too intense. The thought of spending a year under Lockhart's tutelage makes me anxious. I won't learn anything, isn't that just a waste of time?

I'm sleepy.

I tend to feel sleepy in the afternoon.

I yawned, squinted, nestled in the not-so-soft armchair, closed my eyes, and dozed off.

When Little Barty came back and came to the study to find me, this was the scene he saw.

The afternoon and evening were filled with a drowsy and lazy atmosphere.