Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

I kept sighing in my heart.

How should I explain this to Barty...?

So you saw someone abusing children, couldn't stand it, and simply brought the person back?

They could have waited for the Weasley twins and Ron to rescue Harry. It would definitely have been better for Harry to live with the Weasleys; he would have loved that kind of family life.

But when Hazel ran over, grabbed my clothes, and led me to the Dursleys' door, I still couldn't help but frown.

In short, his conscience couldn't take it anymore.

There are many different opinions about whether the Dursleys abused Harry. Some say it was the effect of living with Horcruxes for a long time, some say it was the excessive living expenses caused by being forced to accept a child, and others say it was because of their hatred for the wizarding world and Lily, which led them to hate Harry as well.

Perhaps all of these factors are involved, but these are the Dursleys' reasons, not mine. Their words and actions are reprehensible, and it is not for me to judge whether they are right or wrong; it should be up to Harry, when he grows up, to decide whether to forgive them.

In my humble opinion, the Dursleys deserve a punishment, but I will not be the one to deliver it.

Forcing such a young child to cook and do chores, forbidding him from eating, depriving him of his personal freedom, ignoring him and verbally taunting him—how can anyone say this isn't abuse? Even school bullying acknowledges verbal violence. Harry endured daily abuse, so why isn't verbal violence within the family considered abuse?

Does abuse with a reason cease to be abuse?

I tried to calm myself down, realizing that I was probably getting a little too angry.

The way one treats characters in a book is indeed different from how one treats close friends and family.

Just reading the description doesn't really give you a feeling, but once you experience it firsthand, you immediately feel like you can't stand it anymore.

Of course, to be fair, I would definitely side with Harry.

As for the final outcome, that's for Harry to decide.

Now that I can clearly see that Harry is not doing well, the choice of whether or not to take him away is in my hands. The established fact before me is that Harry, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, has been starving for a long time. What he has to pay is far too much and far too unfair compared to what he deserves.

I began to make my own judgment.

If I take Harry away now, what will he get in return?

He will have several days of happiness and satisfaction, and his memory will have a little more worth remembering.

So what can I gain?

—To gain inner peace and a greater understanding of oneself.

Okay! Conditions met, let's begin.

I flipped my right hand, revealing the cheat wand.

A levitation spell easily brought both Harry and me down.

Before leaving, I very kindly repaired the iron bars in Harry's room that I had damaged, and left a note in the room.

Excuse me! I've taken Harry away; I couldn't bear to see him suffer like this.

[But honestly, I'd love to see you go through a little hardship, so if you could, could you please be a little more polite?]

【^_^】

Above the note was something I deliberately left... a dagger that pierced through the entire table and the note.

I used a Transfiguration spell to transform, but it should be enough to scare them.

It couldn't last long, so I quietly withdrew it, then smiled and cast a megaphone spell, the terrifying hooting of an owl echoing throughout the Dursleys' house.

A few screams and curses rang out, and Harry and I exchanged a smile.

It was a perfect rescue; no one was hurt.

"Alright, let's go." I grabbed Harry and led him away from the place.

Harry followed behind me, carrying Hedwig's cage in one hand and his own suitcase in the other. After the initial excitement, he became bewildered, looking blank, with a mix of joy and panic.

When I arrived at the house where Little Barty and I lived, I saw bright lights shining from the house, and I knew in my heart that Little Barty must be waiting for me behind the door.

Hmm, how should I explain this...?

I blinked, went forward and opened the door. The young man was sitting on the sofa in the living room, and our eyes met the moment I entered.

"What happened?" the young man asked. His expression froze for a second when he saw the boy behind me, then turned into more sincere concern.

“The situation is a bit complicated. This is Harry, Harry Potter,” I introduced them. “This is my family member, Gavin Griffin.”

“We need to arrange a room for him now, and I’ll explain to you later,” I said to the young man.

The young man's fingers twitched slightly, and his expression told me that he recognized Harry. He was thinking of a solution, and just as I expected, he smiled again, a gentle smile like any adult comforting a child.

I visibly breathed a sigh of relief, but I didn't open the few pages of the book I had prepared in my robe, which contained a replica of the unconscious Xiaoming.

Good things should be stocked up on.

From the day I met Barty the Younger, I never saw him do anything extreme, but ever since he came to my house, I haven’t dared to stop reading all kinds of newspapers, for fear that one day I would see Death Eaters making a comeback.

While this method of information gathering is not guaranteed to be accurate, it has the advantage of not requiring much effort. I vaguely understand that Little Barty has been following a certain conservative strategy, and for some unknown reason, he is even more cautious than in the original work and fan fiction.

It's been a year since he left, and he still hasn't taken any significant action. Logically speaking, with Barty's abilities, he should have done something by now, whether it's taking revenge on Barty the Elder, infiltrating Hogwarts, or doing something underhanded in the Ministry of Magic.

Based on my limited experience with online novels, I can come up with ten thousand ways to directly bring Voldemort back.

Unfortunately, he didn't give anything away. He went to work every day and readily told me where he worked. It turned out to be a legitimate job, which surprised me a little.

Such openness shows that he is not afraid of being exposed, and he did not make any major moves during that year.

Or perhaps, as I've suspected for a long time, Little Batty is being controlled by someone else?