Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

I don't know much about pure-blood families, not to mention that most of my knowledge comes from fan fiction and stereotypes. Not everyone can remember the original settings so clearly, so I listened with great attention as Little Barty explained things to me.

"Take the Malfoy family you just mentioned as an example. Their earliest ancestor, Armand Malfoy, used magic and his clever disguise to contribute to Emperor William the Great, and in return, he received a fiefdom and established Malfoy Manor..."

“The Malfoy family is very proud of their bloodline. The Draco Malfoy you mentioned is the son of Lucius Malfoy…” Barty paused for a moment, then specifically told me to be careful not to attract Lucius Malfoy’s attention if I ever had the chance to meet him.

“Lucius is a somewhat petty and cunning man, easily harboring resentment over disrespect for his bloodline, and he has a very poor relationship with the Weasley family. A crucial point is… the Malfoy family was one of the main pure-blood families supporting that person, yet they surrendered very quickly after their defeat to save themselves,” Barty Jr. said, a hint of contempt in his voice. “Claire doesn’t need to be afraid of them, but to avoid trouble, it’s best to avoid them for now.”

“Of course, if that Draco Malfoy dares to bully Claire…” Barty Jr. smiled, “Ha, to be honest, I can’t imagine Claire being bullied.”

I felt a little guilty, remembering the time Draco grabbed me in the Forbidden Forest and I couldn't help but secretly elbow him.

Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. Draco was startled and thought there was danger again, so he clung to me even tighter, and I almost couldn't shake him off.

I sat up very properly.

“But if something like that really happens, please don’t forget your family.” After laughing, Little Barty’s expression turned very serious as he instructed me, “You must remember that, Claire.”

"Yes, I'll remember," I promised.

So what have my parents, who are like background figures, been doing? —If they really exist, I certainly can't forget them if something really happens.

Little Barty continued to reveal the secrets of the pure-blood families to me. He didn't hide his familiarity with them, and I realized that he seemed to be slowly revealing his true self to me as well.

What a fulfilling day!

I not only learned new things, but also overheard a whole bunch of seemingly true stories that were actually more absurd than fiction. For example, a certain family in a certain generation had a problem with their brains and made siblings marry to maintain the integrity of the bloodline. The sister ran away against the family's arrangement, so they arranged for the brother to marry the mother. However, the mother also refused and joined forces with the brother to kill their father...

I feel my worldview has cracked slightly.

Even though Little Barty specifically noted that it was just a private rumor and might not be true, I still think it's quite outrageous for a rumor to be this far-fetched.

However, this seemingly outrageous rumor offers a glimpse into the decay and demise of that corrupt family.

Society and school are indeed different.

I sighed.

Barty's affair is now settled. I took some time to write to Harry, subtly reminding him to be mindful of the Weasleys' expenses, and also suggesting that Ron have the twins fix the car.

“I’m so glad to see you’re doing well,” I said to Harry, sending him and Hedwig snacks. “If anything happens, don’t forget to ask for help. Trust me, we’d love to help you.”

I felt relieved and unloaded my burden.

Not only have I kept in touch with Harry, but I've also maintained contact with other people, though not often.

For example, with Hermione, we usually only ask her in letters what problems she has, or ask her for help with problems, and then we exchange some special snacks.

It's worth mentioning that Willotte has been contacting me much less lately, to an abnormal degree. Sometimes I can't even reach her using the two-way mirror. I can only guess from the few words she says that she's probably busy visiting and taking care of the Le Maire couple. I can't even imagine how many adventures and growth she'll have after the start of her second year.

I had already sent Willotte my birthday wishes and gift a long time ago.

I specially took Barty to search the magical world market and found these processed rare herbs—including mandrake. Fortunately, this was the mature season for mandrake.

Collecting these items takes a lot of time and effort, so it should be a nice gift for Willotte, a regular member of the Potions class.

But what I really wanted to give was the carefully wrapped book tucked under the herbal medicine box.

It's not a book from the magical world, but a book from the ordinary human world.

Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd.

Books are really expensive in the UK, and I don't know if Willotte will like them. I originally wanted to give her a collection of her favorite poems, but then I felt that the content of the poems was too profound and inappropriate.

In short, just send it.

I think.

The task now is to practice magic as soon as possible, at least not to be a burden. Riddle in the diary is not easy to deal with; he is too proactive and intelligent, not easily fooled.

I pumped myself up and threw myself back into the magic business.

I twirled the wand in my hand, constantly increasing the speed at which I cast spells.

English is the common language here, but I prefer to internally rant in my native language. This is also a way to prevent being possessed by mind control. I once realized that if I continued to maintain this habit, it would cause me to cast spells slower than the average person, because my mind had to switch between two languages.

The pronunciation of most spells tends to be Latin and Aramaic, meaning that without systematic practice, I can't quickly connect the spell with its meaning the moment I pronounce it, putting me at a disadvantage from the start.

This is a potential problem, but it can also become a unique advantage.

Chinese is an ideographic language, and under normal circumstances, its pronunciation is short and quick, and it is easy to make associations. If I can directly link Chinese with incantations, there will be no more issues with passing it on, and I will be able to do it faster than the average person.

It's easier said than done. Trying to connect Chinese and magic in an English-speaking environment... I almost didn't make it through that difficult part.

But now... I chuckled.

"Fragmented to pieces!" I murmured to myself.

The next instant, the wooden board I used for practice in front of me was shattered, breaking into three equal parts along with my will.

Great! You've made a little progress again today!

I cheered for myself.