Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Time passed quickly, and we raced headlong in the predetermined direction.

The seedlings in the greenhouse are growing well and have unique appearances. I recorded the growth of the plants I was responsible for in a small notebook that I prepared specifically for this purpose.

That's the general situation.

On a certain day, in a certain month of a certain year.

My dear seedling number three has sprouted serrated new shoots with sharp edges and a slight paralyzing toxin.

I got a cut, and at first I didn't feel anything at all... then it started to hurt.

Professor Sprout said it has medicinal uses and can be used to treat external injuries after treatment, so it seems that it can be planted in more places in the future.

On a certain day, in a certain month of a certain year.

Seedling number one lost another leaf today, but it's still alive.

Professor Sprout said it's actually quite easy to keep, but the climate here isn't suitable, so it's always listless and no matter how carefully you take care of it, it won't thrive.

The herbal guide says it blooms during this season; I wonder if I'll be able to see it...

Note: Be sure to keep the soil moist.

On a certain day, in a certain month of a certain year.

Seedling number four has grown taller, shooting up 0.65cm overnight.

There were small bugs crawling on its leaves, so I picked them away and temporarily moved the seedlings to a different spot. What kind of pest control do they use in the magical world? I'll have to look it up sometime…

By the way: Insects have small wings and will swat at your face, so those who are afraid of insects should not enter the greenhouse.

On a certain day, in a certain month of a certain year.

Oh no! Who pulled up my second seedling?! It's gone! There's only one hole left. I've been raising it for so long!!!

Who is it?! I'm calling the police to arrest you!

On a certain day, in a certain month of a certain year.

...This is the first time I've ever seen a plant that can repot itself. Seedling number two, you've truly opened my eyes. Who would have thought you'd actually grow legs? (Sad)

It's true that you can't use ordinary people's thinking to guess the characteristics of magical plants. Luckily, I asked Professor Sprout in time. The professor said that he originally only gave me three plants, and that one plant climbed over by itself. I made a mistake...

Oh, Merlin's red socks, how stupid of me, I could still mistake them even when I was looking at the encyclopedia.

……

My dear students and I have been battling it out for a while now. It's been tiring and tough, but also very fulfilling. It has eased my anxiety about the final exams. I still need to keep a calm mindset when reviewing.

Thinking about it carefully, no one is pressuring me. The only problem is that I've created a persona for myself with Little Barty that I want my parents' approval, but it's not a big deal, so there's no pressure.

But after all that hard work, I still sincerely hope to do well on the exam.

Speaking of Little Barty... I specifically mentioned taking care of herbs in the letter I wrote to Little Barty, telling him that I was very interested in herbalism, and telling him about the escaped seedling number two and the hand I accidentally cut.

Sharing my daily life with him has become a habit. I skillfully cut out the beginning and end of things and regularly confide in Little Barty about things I find interesting or problems that bother me, even at school.

Previously, considering that I would likely be living with Barty for a long time, I had been consciously trying to project the image of a child who depended on Barty, while maintaining my own identity as much as possible.

Little Barty and I currently live together as family.

In my view, friends and family are completely different.

Friends are part of my daily interactions, based on mutual friendship and respect. But family is different. The most important thing for maintaining family relationships is mutual need, and respect and understanding are the mediators.

With my current level of expertise, to lower the guard of someone like Little Barty, I need more real information to back it up.

Little Barty has been replying to me actively, his beautiful cursive handwriting filled with gentle greetings and concern, as well as sharing about his daily life. But I could immediately sense the ambiguity and ominousness in his messages.

It seems like Barty Jr. is probably doing something behind the scenes.

Sigh, before I transmigrated, I could watch Voldemort's antics with a joking attitude, but now that I've actually transmigrated and have a stable life, all I want to do is nail Voldemort to his grave... I hope Barty isn't too good at his job; with Willotte around, Voldemort's failure was inevitable.

In the letter, I described my ideal life and added some details.

“Dear Gavin, I’m so glad to share this with you… Thank you, Professor Sprout, she’s the best dean! I’ve learned so much in the greenhouse lately, and I’ve encountered so many things, let me tell you…”

"I've always wanted my own garden, filled with all the rare herbs and beautiful flowers I could ever hope to have. Ideally, it would have a small pond with some fish, where I could sit and fish, wearing a hat, just like the idyllic paradise my parents used to tell me about when I was a child..."

"I'm reading 'Common Plant Illustrated Guide,' but what's bothering me is that I always have a hard time matching the plants with their pictures in the book. The images in the book are really a bit abstract..."

"Final exam review is very stressful. I don't know if I can do well, even though my friends are helping me..."

Little Barty was really helpful. After learning that I was a little injured, he specially sent me a lot of potions and wrote in a worried tone in the letter to tell me to be careful. His emotional value was off the charts.

"I'm glad you've found something you like, Claire, but please be careful no matter what."

"Claire, please take good care of yourself, I'm so worried..."

Intimate language, an undeniable sincerity.

Putting aside the matter of Barty the Younger, my relationship with Willotte is also getting closer and closer.

Now, our relationship is so good that it's obvious to everyone who knows us that we are good friends.

We were originally two people who had no connection, but now we've become friends. I thought some people might find this strange, after all, Willow has a great influence in Slytherin, yet she spends a lot of energy on me.

But at least so far I haven't seen anyone who obviously dislikes me and Willow being together, well, except for some Slytherins who look at me a little strange?

Willotte seemed genuinely relieved this time. After our heart-to-heart talk, she believed my friendship with her wasn't fake. Her tone became cheerful, and her whereabouts became more mysterious. She would suddenly appear in various places every day, and the number of chance encounters with her miraculously increased. I would find the same adorably smiling Willotte in different places.

"Claire, I'm here!"

"Shall we go together?"

"Claire, do you like this?"

"..."

I've started to get used to it.

I even mentally rehearse the voice of Willow every time she appears.

Ta-da! Your little cutie has suddenly appeared!

This magical, premeditated encounter initially amazed me. I asked Willotte about it out of curiosity, and she readily admitted that she had anticipated my travel route and activities and then adjusted her own schedule so that she could see me more often.

“Because I want to see Claire,” Willotte said. “It will make me feel more relaxed.”

"It's because Claire is never proactive." This sentence sounded like a subtle criticism of me, but the tone was very gentle.

I scratched my head.

This time I'm really scratching my head.

I felt a little guilty, but not much.

cough cough.

"Oh, Claire," Willotte sighed softly, a smile playing on her lips.