Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Time flies by.

The troubles of having many friends are fully revealed during the competition. No matter who wins or loses, someone will be sad. Harry and Willotte were not actually bothered by the result for too long. One had Sirius Black, who was particularly willing to go all out, by her side, and the other had Snape by her side to vent her negative energy.

Even Hermione was relieved and stopped complaining that Quidditch was taking up too much of everyone's study time. She had been more worried that a large score difference would make Gryffindor's house score look bad, but after the competition, she stopped paying attention to that.

In the end, I was the one who bore the most burden.

"I am angry, but only because those people are holding me back." Willotte noticed something different in my overly cautious attitude and looked at me with great curiosity, as if I had done something out of character.

I had some free time, while Willotte remained busy. This was a rare moment when it was just the two of us together. We sat in a secluded spot, leaning against each other.

"But you, my dear Claire, what's bothering you?" she asked in her usual sweet voice, probing for my slightest unusual behavior.

I thought about how to organize my thoughts, but ultimately gave up on weaving lies to make our conversation seem logical and coherent, and just talked without any clear beginning or end.

"I'm just wondering if this change will be bad for you."

The system really did a good thing, making me fully understand the principle that if you have the opportunity to get accurate information, don't rely on guesswork.

"how could be?"

Willotte slowly exhaled and rested her head on my shoulder. Even though there was no prior explanation, she seemed to understand what I was saying.

"You can't blame anyone else if you're not as skilled as others."

That was a bit cold, but it suddenly reminded me of something.

The system kept issuing tasks to Willotte, and Willotte happened to be on the Quidditch route. Following the typical fanfiction formula, a strong female protagonist's character is always emphasized as not falling behind, so the system definitely had a task to win the Quidditch match. And Willotte herself was already consciously resisting the system. So, could the draw in the match have been intentional on her part...?

This doesn't make sense; it's not something Willotte would do.

I stared silently at Willotte.

Willotte looked back at me innocently.

"Don't worry, I won't intentionally lose any games." She successfully guessed the question I wanted to ask from my eyes, which were full of inner monologue, and explained to me, "There are many things you can lose, and losing in Quidditch is not worth it."

"I didn't leave myself any room for maneuver; it's just that some things were higher priorities."

Willotte has a million ways to keep herself busy in a natural and reasonable way. A person's energy is limited. Although the system has mandatory requirements, it will not do anything to make the protagonist break down. Winning or losing the Quidditch match is important, but there will always be higher priorities, such as optimizing the Wolfsbane Potion. The system cannot make Willotte abandon more important things to focus on secondary ones.

Okay, I underestimated Willotte.

I felt much more relaxed. Willotte had her own plans, and Harry... well, Harry also successfully found happiness under Sirius's guidance. It was just a pity for Filch, who had been driven suspicious by the night patrol team and didn't even have the energy to glare at the students during the day.

Willotte continued with her busy schedule, while I relaxed and took a long, thorough break from work, even postponing some of my study plans.

It feels so good to lie flat. I want to lie flat again in my next life.

I thought nothing unexpected would happen until the Christmas holidays began, but as it turns out, you really shouldn't jinx things. As the Christmas holidays approached, something happened that I never expected.

—Someone asked me out on a date.

Blaise Zabini of Slytherin sincerely invited me to visit Hogsmeade with him.

I:"……"

Hannah next to me: "..."

Susan next to me: "..."

The three of us: Σ( ° △ °|||)︴

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

“You’re a Slytherin…” Hannah looked at him warily. I patted the back of her hand and gave Susan a look. She immediately understood and pulled Hannah back tightly, giving Blaise and me enough space to talk.

Although she really wanted to rush up and put her ear between us, out of respect for me, she gave up the terrible idea and moved away from us in equal shock.

Blaise: "..."

Was he being rejected, or was the rivalry between the houses escalating unnoticed, to the point that even Slytherins and Hufflepuffs couldn't go on dates anymore?

“Although I had a feeling I would be rejected, but…” Blaise said somewhat awkwardly, “was it really necessary to be so surprised?”

He was frustrated. The first reaction of most people when invited on a date is either to awkwardly refuse or to shyly accept. These are all within Blaise's acceptable range. In the end, the date invitation itself was not very formal... It's just that my action of gasping was too obvious, making it impossible for him to ignore, as if his invitation was something incredible, a curse from another dimension.

necessary.

Of course it is necessary.

In my mind, I answered that whether it was being invited on a date, whether the inviter was Blaise, or whether it was a classic, beautiful, fair-skinned character from fanfiction, it was all incredibly shocking. Even though I had lived in the magical world for many years, I never imagined I would face such a situation.

"May I ask why you invited me? We haven't met more than a few times, have we?" I took a deep breath, eager to know the answer.

Blaise Zabini paused, then raised his voice: "Because you are excellent."

"Is that all?"

“Yes, everyone likes outstanding people.” Blaise blinked, his answer vague.

As expected of the famous playboy in the fanfiction, his emotional intelligence must have been greatly enhanced, putting aside his romantic relationships. He immediately realized that I had rejected his invitation, so instead of continuing to invite me, he tried to ease the tension.

“It’s incomprehensible that someone like Claire is unpopular,” Brace said. “I’m sure there will be plenty of guys who want to hang out with you, and I’m just one of them.”

I:"……"

Ah this.

His speech sounded like flirting, but surprisingly, it was spot-on.

"Sorry, I might prefer being alone."

Going to Hogsmeade together is a common thing, but Blaise's invitation was obviously not as simple as just strolling around. His eyes, his movements, and even the tone of his voice when he invited him all revealed a subtle desire to show off his charm. His neatly combed hair and the faint scent of perfume were always ready to present his best angle.

"I understand."

He understood the principle that going too far would be greasy, so he stopped there. After I rejected him, he didn't show any emotional fluctuation, just smiled and said goodbye before leaving.

"Claire—" Susan rushed over, "You didn't agree, did you?"

"Of course not." I quickly opened my arms to put my arm around her so that she and Hannah wouldn't both fall. "We're not that close."

"It's good that you didn't agree." Susan breathed a sigh of relief, but Hannah was still conflicted. She asked me softly, "Claire, do you want to be in a relationship?"

“No,” I replied.