Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

After collapsing on the train, my health deteriorated for a while, and I had to make several trips to the medical wing after the opening ceremony.

I was initially a little hesitant to trouble Madam Pomfrey, but Hermione and Ron insisted that I go, and Harry, along with everyone else, looked like they would collapse on the spot if I didn't go.

If Hermione's reaction was more of concern for me, Ron and Harry felt more guilty, since they were the ones who acted rashly first. Ron was so frightened by me that he became much more obedient. The effect wasn't huge, but it was still there, and it served as a kind of educational lesson.

I felt a little relieved.

Since recalling those fragmented memories, my already stable mental state has become even more stable and mature, to the point that when facing these young wizards, I subconsciously adopt the mindset of an elder.

When I first met Astra, he was still a real little kid. Now he's Xiaoming, and I don't even know how old he is. Counting before, during, and after the time travel, I've definitely aged mentally.

I have this inexplicable feeling that my youth is gone, but I don't know exactly where it is.

I thought about it carefully, trying to figure out where the problem lay, but I felt that my actions were not wrong.

Other little wizards: They gather together to chat, happily share with their friends, play games, prank their classmates, eat, keep up with the latest magical toys and gadgets, discuss Quidditch matches, and talk about which member is the best at playing.

Me: Studying, attending classes, lying around, foraging for food, practicing magic, being a bystander, acting as a referee to resolve conflicts between young wizards, having my hand warmer stuck on by the little badgers, reading in the library, chatting with close friends, continuing to lie around, basking in the sun, foraging for food, and practicing magic.

A good and healthy lifestyle.

Is this a problem?

Obviously not. I just happen to be uninterested in the things they are interested in.

I nodded, feeling like I was on the right track to health and wellness, saving myself fifty years of detours.

Hermione expressed the same concern, but gave up after seeing that I had no intention of changing my mind. She felt that my happiness and comfort were more important than those social activities.

Willotte gently advised me to take care of myself. When she "accidentally" found out I was sick again, her expression was impeccable: a mix of anger, thought, worry, and a hint of my own ignorance in not being able to see that I had stood her up.

I said helplessly, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Willotte looked at her with a hint of resentment: "Claire, you used to say the same thing."

My gaze flickered for a second before I quickly moved past the topic.

Willotte sighed, and considerately went along with my wishes, gently putting the topic aside and changing the subject.

During the summer vacation, she successfully befriended the Flamels, who discovered Willotte's extraordinary talent and were then charmed by her words... In short, believing in the charisma of the female protagonist, Nicolas Flamel decided to prolong the time until his death, so that he could teach Willotte in the last stage of his life.

They possessed the Philosopher's Stone, but death was their destined end. They should have departed peacefully, but upon meeting the child Willotte, Nico knew he had to do something more.

—Teach this child not magic, but humanity.

Dumbledore acquiesced to this.

so similar.

Willotte is so much like Grindelwald back then.

They are equally ambitious, equally talented, and equally indifferent.

And her family...

Gunter.

Willotte was polite, elegant, and poised; everything about her was just right. Her every word and action was impeccable, yet she never lost her composure. She was like a more reserved Grindelwald, a more resolute Tom Riddle; danger and order could be found simultaneously in her.

Perhaps it was an intuition from a wizard who had lived so long, but Nico felt he should teach Willotte.

From God's perspective, I am both amazed and in awe of their keen insight.

How did you figure that out?

Dumbledore seems to have been targeting Willotte all along, especially after she became Grindelwald's apprentice, his vigilance immediately increased. Of course, it's also possible that he sensed a similar aura, or that the protagonist's halo attracted him.

Dumbledore: This feels familiar, but I'm not sure. I'll have to wait and see.

? _?

On another note, I don't think I've ever spoken to Dumbledore. According to the common sense of fanfiction, a normal transmigrator would at least greet Dumbledore at this point, or at the very least befriend or be at odds with Snape. But when it came to me, the two of them had no contact whatsoever.

I only know Dumbledore by chance, and Snape, apart from being randomly questioned in class, didn't seem to have anything specifically targeted at me like that. I seriously suspect that if I asked Snape who I was, he might not even immediately think of my name.

At this point, I began to feel grateful that the Snape I was dealing with was a fanfic Snape, and the key point was that this fanfic was a relatively normal one, inheriting normal stereotypes.

Snape was quite handsome, and he was only in his early thirties. His hair was a bit greasy, so at first glance he looked like a gloomy, handsome old man. He had a bad temper, but he didn't throw tantrums indiscriminately. He was biased towards Gryffindor and Slytherin, but he didn't target ordinary students from other houses. So I was okay under his supervision.

Snape would mock us, asking if we had sedge in our brains—I was genuinely curious about what sedge was, and spent ages looking it up in the herbal encyclopedia only to find it wasn't there. When I asked Willow, she also said she didn't know. It's a purely fictional herb used to mock us for not having any real things in our brains.

I thought about it and realized it made sense, so I added this note to "One Hundred Things to Pay Attention to in Potions Class" to broaden everyone's knowledge.

"The reed is a non-existent plant. When Professor Snape uttered this word, he simply wanted to mock our wild imagination and stupidity, as if his mind was filled with things that don't exist. When he said this, we had better lower our heads and pretend to feel guilty."

Thankfully, Snape didn't use a sarcastic tone to say anything about the poor old professor, otherwise I wouldn't know what kind of expression to make. What if I couldn't hold back my laughter and he held a grudge?

(Snape: Are you being polite?)

After I finished chatting with Willotte, I told her that I planned to go to the library again and borrow a book to read back in my dorm.

Willotte said she could ride with me since it was on her way.

So I happily walked alongside her.

Then--

On the way, we unfortunately ran into the Slytherin Quartet.

That's right! It's Draco, Pansy, Theodore, and Blaise, those four.

I:"……"

It feels bad.

If I can't afford to mess with them, I'll just avoid them.

Watch my secret technique for turning corners!

—The secret method of turning failed.

Willotte was beside me, and I didn't move. If I were alone, I would have run away nonchalantly.

Besides, Draco saw me, and he also saw Willotte.

"Hello," Willotte said.

"Hello." That's what I was thinking, with ellipses floating in my mind.

Draco's smug expression froze on his face. He held back for a moment, not knowing who he was angry at, and let out a weak hum, successfully adding a bit of awkwardness to the atmosphere.

Theodore and Blaise glanced at me. Theodore remained expressionless, merely nodding politely to Willotte, while Blaise raised his hand, gave a smile, and symbolically greeted both Willotte and me.

Pansy is indeed very beautiful. She perfectly inherited the beauty and intelligence of the fanfiction character, and it can be said that she has almost nothing to do with the original work. She looked at Willotte with a slight confusion and reluctantly made a greeting gesture to me.

well.

There were six people present: five representative Slytherins and one Hufflepuff, whose yellow stood out slightly among the green.

I'm smiling for business :).