Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Hermione calmed down, thanked me, and left.

I'm glad to see Hermione is no longer sad, even though it might ruin the plot, but in that situation I really couldn't leave her alone.

Besides, once the plot is ruined, it's ruined. I'm quite curious to see what happens next.

Some people who travel through time don't want to disrupt the plot, perhaps because they don't want to lose their advantage as a prophet, or perhaps because they are afraid of unknown developments. They are often extremely wary of participating in the plot.

Will the plot be revised? Or will it take a completely different turn? Is there a world consciousness involved? Could there be an even worse ending?

A millimeter's difference in the upper reaches can lead to a thousand miles' difference in the lower reaches.

Even the slightest loss of control could lead to a completely unknown future.

However, I don't participate in the plot because I don't want to go on adventures with the main characters, and I don't want to do so much work; in other words, I want to slack off.

I am well aware that my very existence is a variable, and no matter what I do, it will inevitably have an impact.

Otherwise, why would I have transmigrated here? Am I really just going to be a nobody?

My residence is located on Privet Road, and my identity and background are perfectly prepared. My existence is reasonable from the beginning. Since that's the case, whatever I do should be part of the plot.

If I cannot affect the plot and the plot line will be corrected, then I should be even less concerned, because my every move has no consequences.

Everything has a purpose, and my existence must be based on some reason. Since I am not bound by any action, this purpose is more likely to affect my very existence.

So—do whatever you want.

Just like the letter I received at the very beginning said.

Live your life at Hogwarts according to your own wishes.

Not to mention, this isn't the original world, but a fan fiction, and it has a happy ending.

As evening fell, with mixed feelings, I tried to eat, hoping things would turn out differently.

The Halloween Eve dinner was really lavish, and the desserts were all fantastic; the only downside was that they were too sweet.

Countless bats flew around overhead, occasionally eliciting screams.

After looking at it for a while, I realized it was actually quite cute, I thought to myself.

The atmosphere was lively when suddenly, an uninvited guest shattered the pleasant mood.

Professor Quirrell stumbled in, bringing the terrible news of the trolls, before collapsing to the ground.

With that kind of acting skill, if she tried to stage an accident, she'd definitely succeed every time.

Dumbledore immediately took measures, strictly ordering the teachers and prefects to take the students back to their dormitories.

I looked up and around, trying to find Hermione.

She's not here.

Harry and Ron blended into the Hufflepuff group and then sneaked away. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Willotte was also nowhere to be seen.

The plot hasn't changed.

I'm worried about Hermione, but I also know she'll be alright.

Following the flow of people back to the Hufflepuff lounge, Hannah and Susan occupied my left and right arms respectively. They were really scared, and I did my best to comfort them. We were like conjoined chicks, and we found a sofa to sit side by side.

The rest room was full of frightened badger cubs. It wasn't time for them to sleep yet. Rather than going back to their dormitories, the little badgers preferred to find a sense of security in the warm rest room. When they were unsure of what was going on, they preferred to huddle together for warmth.

The class monitor was in a flurry of activity, but after checking and confirming that no one was missing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps to ease the panic, a senior student stepped forward and gave candy to the badgers in the rest area—it was truly remarkable that he had so much candy and was still willing to share it so generously. Comforted by the candy, the badgers calmed down considerably.

I really like this senior. He's handsome and gentle. I've seen him a few times in the lounge, but I don't know his name. When he saw the three of us huddled together in fear, he even gave us extra candy.

Wait, Hufflepuff's gentle, reliable, and handsome senior.

“It’s Cedric Diggory,” Susan whispered to me.

Ah, sure enough.

I have mixed feelings. Luckily, I transmigrated into a happy ending fanfic where everyone survives. Saving Cedric is a wish that almost every transmigrator wants to fulfill.

There was no other way; it would be too cruel not to save him. We couldn't just watch such an upright and kind person die in the prime of his life.

The little badgers were still huddled together discussing what a troll was, whether Professor Quirrell was alright, and how they were getting hungry because they hadn't finished their dinner...

Having anticipated this, I patted my full belly and kept my accomplishments hidden.

However, seeing so many badgers going to bed hungry, my conscience inexplicably ached. Cedric's act of distributing candy gave me an idea. Since there wasn't enough candy to fill everyone's stomachs, I had no choice but to reluctantly take out a large bag of snacks from my suitcase to share with everyone.

Of course, the kind-hearted badgers wouldn't just stand by and watch. Some of them resolutely brought out their own snacks to share, and it inexplicably turned into a snack exchange conference.

The night passed, and the next morning everyone was asking around about what happened next and whether the teacher had driven the monster away.

Then I found out some incredibly shocking news.

Last night, the legendary saviors Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Willotte Gaunt defeated the troll together.

The news came from Ron, who wasn't very good with his mouth. Ever since he returned to his Gryffindor dorm last night, he had been excitedly recounting their "heroic act," and it eventually spread throughout the entire school.

The evidence is the five points each that Gryffindor and Slytherin received this morning.

Discussions about these three people skyrocketed, with people constantly asking for details: how did they defeat the troll, why were the three of them together, and where did the troll come from?

The well-informed badgers rushed to the front lines to gather information and quickly learned the general outline of what was happening.

It seems that Harry and Ron went to find a classmate who was alone, and Willow, realizing they were missing, went to look for them. For some reason, she encountered the troll in the hallway.

Harry bravely jumped onto the troll to draw its attention, Willotte used Swift Restraint to restrict the troll's movements, and Ron used Levitation Charm to knock the troll unconscious.

The reality was, of course, far more dangerous than described above, especially with Ron's exaggerated descriptions, which made them infamous throughout the school.

I'm glad I didn't hear Hermione's name mentioned in these rumors, after all, she caused Gryffindor to lose points.

Hermione told me what actually happened.

Hermione felt much better after I comforted her that noon, but she got into another argument with Ron in class that afternoon, even more so than before.

Having an emotional breakdown, she hid in the women's restroom, only to encounter a troll. Harry and Ron were there to find her.

To protect Harry Ron, Hermione and Professor McGonagall lied, saying that Ron went to find the trolls on his own because of his recklessness and arrogance.

The process was thrilling, but it had a happy ending. The three main characters officially became good friends, and the female protagonist of the fanfiction, Willow, also got along well with all three of them.

I already knew these things, but what I'm more curious about is why Hermione told me.

"Is this a secret between the three of you (and perhaps with Willotte too?)? I know it might not be appropriate." I tried to be tactful in bringing it up.

“No, because we’re friends too, and I think you should know.” Hermione looked at me, and I looked at her. The eye contact made Hermione’s face inexplicably turn red, and she awkwardly looked away.

I felt there was something strange about her eyes, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

But I guess Hermione probably considers me a good friend too, even though I only offered her some words of comfort.

Is this what pure friendship between children is like?

I thought Hermione was such a kind person.