Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

I've been thinking about this ever since I came back from the medical wing.

After helplessly dealing with the worried badger cubs, I was wondering what to do.

Willotte seems to really want to get along with me.

This might sound a bit narcissistic, but the more I think about it, the more I believe it should be true.

As mentioned before, I have a suitcase that has been enchanted with the Unseen Stretching Charm, just like Newt's.

Willotte must have noticed me on the Hogwarts Express. Such magical artifacts are not something an ordinary family can afford. Coupled with my foreign status, she might have misjudged my worth and thought I was worthy of her friendship.

I know that in fan fiction, Willotte established friendly relationships with the vast majority of students in her first year, and she was not stingy in investing in classmates she considered valuable.

It wasn't that surprising that she sent me to the medical wing (I was surprised because I knew she was the third Dark Lord). She would help other ordinary classmates in the same way; this was Willow's way of building connections and reputation.

Otherwise, how can I explain why Willotte insisted on tutoring me?

This clearly goes beyond the scope of normal social interaction. If Willotte is doing this, it's obvious that she wants to build a good relationship, or she has other motives.

Lying in my hospital bed, I watched as Willow specified the time and place for tutoring. My mind was foggy, and I couldn't argue with her at all. In a daze, I agreed.

But looking back, even if I were sober, I might not have been able to refuse.

I was thinking about whether to tell Willotte that it wasn't necessary, because I was afraid of taking up her time, but in the end I gave up on that idea.

First of all, I really need tutoring. I should refuse Willotte's offer to find someone else. If Willotte is trying to expand her network, it would be easy to offend her directly, and I would end up pleasing neither side.

Secondly, based on my twenty years of experience as a nobody in the real world, since it was specifically brought up, it's probably something that benefits the other party. No matter what Willotte wants to do, she won't give up until she achieves her goal, so it's better to just agree.

Ultimately, whatever the truth may be, it's all just speculation. What if they're just being polite, and I agree, only to say later that I don't want to bother them—if that's really the case, I'll dig a Hogwarts out of my toes overnight and carry Hazel and Xiaoming straight to Mars.

I really don't understand why I'm thinking about these things!

As I pondered this sentence, a sudden inspiration struck me.

Yup!

I'm not smart enough, and the situation is complicated now.

I couldn't even imagine it, and I couldn't resist it either.

I don't think I have anything worth planning on, and even if I did, I couldn't stop people from having designs on me. I think it's better to just let things take their course and let whatever happens happen.

As long as I'm alive, what the main characters do is none of my business; I just need to take care of myself.

If I die, it's really okay. I'm just dead.

It's all gone, it's all gone.

After returning to my true self, I felt completely relaxed.

In fact, my strategy is to be a nobody who can just sit around and do nothing.

Whether or not someone is truly just a nobody is irrelevant; what matters is giving up.

But the abyss of learning still swallowed me up; I missed a whole day of classes, and I had to make up for it immediately.

Willow! Hermione! Whether you're in the main cast or not, please tutor me!

I'm crying my eyes out inside T﹏T.

Despite my hurried pace, my life at Hogwarts became more stable. I spent my days in the library, greeting Hermione and studying with Willow in an empty classroom every few days.

Time flies, and soon it's Halloween Eve.

Before this, I was studying like crazy, but I made sure to rest and didn't get sick again. I also secretly found the location of the kitchen, and every few days I would go to the little elf for a private meal.

Thank you, little kitchen elf! Praise be to the great Lady Hufflepuff!

I think I've adapted to life at Hogwarts, but I haven't forgotten today's plot.

There's a giant monster in the women's restroom in the hallway. The main characters are going on an adventure. I need to eat quickly, or I'll be sent back to the dorm.

I remember in the fanfiction, Willotte discovered that Harry and the others had left the group, so she followed them and together they defeated the troll, which earned her a lot of popularity.

It was lunchtime, and I was about to go for a walk to digest my food, but—unexpectedly, I ran into Hermione crying.

She was in a secluded corner, and Pettier stood by, unsure what to do. Hermione wouldn't let her comfort her.

When she saw me, it was like she had seen a savior.

"Claire, come quick!" she called softly, perhaps not wanting to be noticed.

I know Hermione has a strong sense of pride and probably wouldn't want others to see her crying, but Patil called me over and asked me to comfort her.

I understand what Pettier was thinking. Her relationship with Hermione wasn't close enough for her to constantly comfort her. In the original story, Hermione didn't have many friends in the early stages, so it's understandable that Pettier wanted to leave as soon as possible.

The key question is, why did you call me back?

Do I look like I'm good at comforting people?

Well, maybe Pettier thinks that since Hermione always tutors me, we must have a good relationship.

If it weren't for the plot, I would have definitely gone up to comfort Hermione. But I also know that Hermione's sadness this time is part of the plot, and contacting her now could easily affect the plot.

I hesitated, unsure of what to do.

Pettier left, and I was caught in a dilemma, sitting next to Hermione with some hesitation.

"Go away, I'm fine." Hermione refused to look up, but her sobbing voice betrayed her emotions.

What's this all about...

I sighed, reached out, and gently put my arm around Hermione's shoulder.

“Don’t come any closer…” Hermione struggled for a moment, but soon she couldn’t hold back and hugged me tightly, bursting into tears. “How could they, how could they say such things about me?”

I joined Hermione in attacking Harry and Ron.

When Hermione was tutoring me, she would complain about how undisciplined they were every day.

“Hermione, look, you’ve worked so hard to earn points for Gryffindor, but if Potter and Weasley get caught going out at night even once, all your efforts will be for nothing. You’re doing the right thing by advising them for Gryffindor, even if your tone was a little harsh…”

Hermione lowered her head and poked my back.

“Okay, it’s all Potter and Weasley’s fault.” I went along with my instincts. “Hermione, don’t get upset with them, they’re all big idiots.”

“...They said...I have no...friends…” Hermione sobbed, her words broken, “No one...can stand me.”

"Nonsense, I really like Hermione."

I remained completely calm and composed.

"..." Hermione didn't speak, burying her head even deeper.

I held Hermione in my arms and gently patted her back. Hermione gradually stopped sobbing and nestled quietly against me. From an angle I couldn't see, her ears turned red.

"Hmm." After a long while, I finally heard her barely audible voice.