Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Time flies, and my wonderful vacation is about to end. I feel more and more reluctant to leave, and I get anxious at the thought of returning to the perilous Hogwarts.

well:-(.

The professors are ruthless; they assigned lethal doses of homework, which is different from the homework in China, but requires more practical experience.

In this era before information engines existed, collecting books and researching information on my own was extremely time-consuming. I racked my brains and collaborated with my off-site helper, Little Barty, and finally completed the assignment smoothly and without any major incidents.

Having experienced the terror of being dominated by homework again, I felt a pang of sympathy and even wrote a letter to Harry to ask how he and Ron were doing with their homework.

"Hermione told me she was prepared for you not to finish your homework, worried that you'd be playing too wildly, and reminded you that school is about to start, so remember to check your homework, pack your things, and get to the platform early..." As I was writing, I suddenly felt something was off. What was this inexplicable sense of vicissitude? I was so young, yet I was worrying about so many things.

Okay, let's just consider it as caring for children, I thought bitterly.

"Gavin, remember to take good care of my herbs after I'm gone." My heart ached terribly.

My nearly three months of gardening life has come to an end. Thinking about it, I'm actually a little reluctant to leave. I've given so much... I wiped my eyes with my hand, pretending to be a tearful cat, and said my "last words".

Little Barty: "...Okay."

It doesn't have to be this way.

But he still listened to my rambling on and on without complaint.

We have successfully renovated the backyard, building a greenhouse with materials and magic. Little Barty has excellent decorating skills, adding another skill to his retirement repertoire.

Here I have to marvel at how the Seamless Stretch Spell is truly one of the greatest spells in the world. Heaven knows how such a spell, which can be used to expand space and store things, was invented. The first person to use it must have been a genius. The suitcase room is my favorite and most familiar place, and every corner and every decoration in it is filled with my hard work.

Although I was really reluctant to leave, I still started preparing to go to Hogwarts.

Essential snacks, practical tools, some small gifts, books and textbooks to read... Lockhart really does a lot of harm. Buying books in the UK is expensive enough, let alone famous series of novels like these. Just thinking about spending money to buy a bunch of annoying books makes my heart ache.

"They must be crazy to use novels as teaching materials," I said to Little Barty, laughing in exasperation. "Does this look like something you can learn from?"

Little Barty took the book, glanced at it, and immediately frowned.

"It seems that your Defense Against the Dark Arts class this time wasn't taught very professionally, Claire," he commented tactfully. "Perhaps it will be better when the actual class starts."

Perhaps Dumbledore is getting old and can't judge people anymore, Barty Jr. wanted to say, but he knew very well that Dumbledore wasn't old and blind yet, so he remained skeptical.

"I hope so." I sighed, saddened by the fact that I had already foreseen the outcome.

That's really expensive!

I'm considered quite wealthy, and being frugal is second nature to me, but I've never worried about money. However, there are other students at Hogwarts who might not be able to afford such expensive and useless textbooks. It's not just Ron and Ginny, who enrolled this year. There's a student from a poor family in Hufflepuff who's a very nice person. Everyone knows that she has a hard life, so they generously share any food or toys they have with her.

The cost of the textbooks wouldn't bankrupt the family, but it was enough to make things even harder for the Hufflepuff family. A year later, Lockhart was exposed by Willotte, and his books ended up being sold as scrap, unable to generate any surplus value.

In this situation, all I can offer is sympathy and a little bit of insignificant help. Giving money directly is the worst possible solution; I can't and won't help someone from such a difficult family in that way. Perhaps I could try asking her to do something for me? For example, asking her to help me gather information, and then paying her a fee, creating a win-win situation…

I'm thinking about it.

So, after all that, we've come full circle—Lockhart really caused a lot of harm.

With a blank expression, I started thinking about how to get rid of him quickly.

Perhaps we could try reporting it to a reporter... No, no reporter would want to pay attention to such a thing. The ripples are too small and the evidence is insufficient. Even if it were published, it would only be for sensationalism.

Looking for clues in his books?

Lockhart is very famous in the wizarding world. I read his books a long time ago. After reading them carefully, I can see that he has his own strengths. His writing is excellent and the plot is full of twists and turns. However, there are also many mysteries, since those are not his real experiences.

Moreover, Lohar doesn't have any special skills, but he is very skilled at being a thief and hiding himself. You can't find the prototype just by reading the book; you need solid evidence.

For example, searching for his notes, finding victims, or catching him red-handed using truth serum, ideally with a journalist skilled at stirring up emotions...

Waiting for Willotte to make a move was one option, but Willotte hadn't paid much attention to Lockhart. After realizing his incompetence, she seized the opportunity to expose him, which also earned her some fame in the process. However, because she underestimated him, there was no follow-up.

I squinted slightly.

As for what will happen now... who knows?

Full of resentment, I prepared my books and teaching materials, and as usual, I brought along small appliances and batteries.

I know that there is a magical magnetic field that interferes with the use of electrical appliances at Hogwarts, but I still have the habit of keeping these kinds of things on hand. After all, my suitcase will definitely accompany me for a long time, and its applications are not limited to Hogwarts. Keeping these kinds of things on hand is always a good idea, just in case they come in handy someday.

I thought about it without any sense of guilt.

So it's normal to bring a hoe, hammer, tweezers, knife, garden shears, bandages, etc... right?

I hesitated for a moment.

The great hoarder never admits defeat.

Besides, the suitcase has a lot of space. Although it can't keep as many magical creatures as Newt can... well, I could probably keep a few. Hazel is quite comfortable with it, but it's more than enough for growing herbs and such. Anyway, I'm not doing large-scale planting.

I transplanted some of the herbs a while ago. As for why I didn't transplant them all... well, it's because the greenhouse environment here has already been established and needs regular maintenance. It also needs plants to be grown inside. Another important point is that the effects of growing plants in a suitcase are different from those in a greenhouse. I don't yet have the magic to control the temperature and humidity of a suitcase environment. Some plants can't tolerate the environment of a suitcase and can only stay in the greenhouse.

Besides, I wouldn't dare to grow plants on my own without guidance. The more precious the herb, the more dangerous and demanding it is. Three months of gardening experience gave me the confidence to bring growing mandrakes into my suitcase.

I also have some mandrakes that I've collected myself, but unfortunately, they're very scarce and expensive. They might not be enough to save many people if they were petrified. I also have insect repellent and snake repellent. As a gardener, I definitely need to pay attention to these things. Snakes are common in backyards, so it's perfectly normal to have these medicines. I don't expect them to drive away snakes; they have other uses.

Everything that exists must have a reason.

I leisurely packed my suitcase.

Then—close it gently.