Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Willott Gaunt.

I silently repeated her name in my heart.

Unfortunately, it shares the same name as the protagonist in a Harry Potter fanfiction I read before I transmigrated.

In that fanfiction, the protagonist, Willotte, is the only living heir of the Gaunt family. She is a descendant of Corvinus Gaunt and proved her lineage at the age of 10, inheriting the Gaunt family's legacy.

The main plot of the fanfiction is that after entering Hogwarts, Willow gathers her classmates, builds her power, learns dark magic, fights Voldemort, kicks the Ministry of Magic, and finally becomes the third Dark Lord.

The main characters' personalities are so dangerous that just thinking about them makes me feel uneasy.

Elegant and polite, ambitious and ruthless, she could directly wield Avada Kedavra in the later stages of her life, and by the time she was about to graduate, she had practically ruled half of the British magical world.

That's impressive enough, but there's another crucial point: the character of Willow in that fanfiction has a system, specifically a Dark Lord development system.

I:……

What a complete set of elements!

No, no, no, don't jump to conclusions so easily; the situation is still unclear.

I shook my fingers, forcing myself to calm down.

Willotte, sitting opposite me, clearly noticed the stiffness in my expression and spoke up to ease the tension.

“Everyone I meet is a little surprised when they hear my name, after all, the Gaunt family is quite famous.” She gave a slightly troubled smile. “I hope you don’t mind it too much. I felt a sense of familiarity with you the moment I saw you, and I would love to be friends with you if possible.”

Willotte looked very serious. At least when it comes to a friendly little girl you've just met, people tend to trust her and gradually lower their guard.

The premise is that I wasn't scared by the name and realized that I had actually transmigrated into a fanfiction rather than the original work.

"Oh, sorry, I was just a little surprised." I quickly tried to cover it up, trying to keep Willotte from noticing anything amiss. "My parents have mentioned the Gaunt family to me before. They said it's a very powerful and ancient family."

"I'm sorry, please forgive my less-than-perfect English. Sometimes I might not be able to hear what the other person is saying clearly." I secretly held my breath, letting my face turn red, and in doing so, I created a persona for myself: "I'm usually not very talkative."

"It's alright, your English is very good." Willotte was very understanding.

We chatted casually for a while, and luckily, other people soon asked if we could sit in the carriage. After realizing that I might not want to talk, Willotte started chatting with the other people.

I observed secretly, and the more I looked, the more surprised I became.

Willotte has an amazing ability to make friends. Her words can quickly close the distance with others, but she never seems too eager and always controls the pace of the conversation.

I witnessed firsthand how the two newcomers' attitude towards Willotte changed from indifference to wariness, then to friendliness, and they even started chatting with her.

Compared to the average person, Willotte had already demonstrated her leadership talent at this point.

The Hogwarts Express departed, and during this time, Willow tried to bring me into the conversation several times. I didn't want to give myself away, but I also didn't want to offend Willow.

So I deliberately acted shy and timid, occasionally holding my breath and blushing, or pretending to be embarrassed and lowering my head, whispering that I didn't understand, so that Willotte would give up the idea of ​​dragging me along.

I also explained that I was a little carsick (this was true, no need to fake it). Willotte hesitated for a moment and gently asked if I was alright. I said I was a little dizzy, but it was mild and I would be fine after a rest.

So Willotte and the other two didn't say much, indicating that I should rest easy and take a nap.

We bought some snacks together in the car and shared them, which superficially brought us much closer.

The Hogwarts Train arrived at Hogsmeade Station. We packed our things and got off the train. Hagrid led us to the lake to board a boat. Willow, two other classmates I didn't know, and I were on the same boat.

On the rippling lake, a dozen small boats drifted toward the enormous Hogwarts Castle in the distance. It stood there silently, imbued with magic, awaiting the arrival of new students. Unlike in the movies, it appeared even more ancient and mysterious in the darkness.

I cannot describe the emotions I felt at the moment of witnessing the real Hogwarts.

Only awe.

Everyone is watching as Hogwarts draws ever closer, the place where we will study for seven years.

We landed, and everything went quite smoothly.

There was actually a little incident on the train where Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter almost got into a fight.

But immediately, Willotte intervened.

At that time, I didn't even realize that Harry Potter was sitting right next to us.

After the noise suddenly increased, Willotte went out to see what was going on and found Draco and Harry confronting each other.

After learning the cause of the incident, she sternly warned Draco and his henchmen not to cause trouble, and then comforted Harry and Ron not to mind. Thanks to her mediation, Draco and Harry did not actually start arguing.

As far as I know, Willotte and Draco have known each other for a long time. To some extent, Draco is even afraid of Willotte. In fan fiction, Willotte threatened Draco the first time they met, which is why he listened to Willotte and backed down just now.

Me, watching from the sidelines: Wow, this is amazing! Is this what it feels like to be a bystander?

Willotte also used the Summoning Charm to help Neville find his toad, Frye.

This little incident improved everyone's impression of Willow, including Harry and Ron.

Speaking of Harry, I kept glancing at him and Ron beside him the whole way.

They don't look like the movie version, but they're not quite as close to the original either. To put it simply, they're more like a beautified version of the original, fan-made with a beauty filter, and they're very pretty.

This is most evident in Draco. Anyone who has read the original works knows how different he is from the movie. In fanfiction, he successfully maintains his good looks, only his complexion is paler.

Harry's green eyes were even more prominent, he had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, he was a bit thin, and his hair was messy.

Ron's red hair was very noticeable, and he was tall and thin, no wonder the Weasleys could spot him at a glance.

After observing the main characters, I looked away, not noticing that Harry turned and glanced at me.

After we tidied up, we went into the restaurant, and the young wizards around us, who didn't know how to be divided into houses, were all very nervous.

Even though I knew everything, I was still nervous. I wasn't sure which college I would be assigned to.

If possible, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw would be best, but definitely not Gryffindor or Slytherin. I don't think I have enough courage and ambition.

After the Sorting Hat finished singing, Professor McGonagall took out the list and began to read it aloud.

"Hannah Abbott."