Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Things went relatively smoothly. As expected, the attack in the Forbidden Forest attracted the attention of the professors and Dumbledore, but it did not affect Hermione and me much.

Compared to what I imagined, it seemed like a lot of noise but little action. However, I then realized that there didn't seem to be any major developments in the original story. As long as the behavior was logical, no one would pay attention to someone they didn't know or were unfamiliar with.

We found Neville pacing anxiously next to Hagrid's house, and he almost jumped for joy when I handed him the wand.

"Thank you, Claire!" Neville sobbed. He had been alone in such a dark place for so long, and more importantly, without a wand. He had been terrified for who knows how long. Hermione and I arrived just in time.

Hermione and I comforted him for a while.

When Professor Sprout found out about this, he immediately grabbed Hermione and me by the shoulders in a panic.

“Claire, this is really dangerous.” The professor, who was so kind to all her students, looked Hermione and me up and down, her face paler than ours. “I understand your desire to help others, but next time you encounter a situation like this, you should tell your teacher or an adult nearby.”

God knows how worried Professor Sprout was when she found out Claire hadn't returned to her dorm. When I went to explain to her, her face was full of concern.

I accepted the hug and listened attentively to Professor Sprout's concerns. Hermione was beside me, and we remained silent together.

I got a scolding, but it wasn't anything serious.

“Claire, you helped your classmate, so I should give you extra points. But you can’t be so reckless next time. Going straight into the Forbidden Forest is not advisable, so there are no extra points this time,” Professor Sprout said, finally calming down. “However, I will remember you as a brave student.”

“You are a true Hufflepuff,” Professor Sprout laughed again.

I was praised by a professor I like.

I was so touched, I almost cried.

We were sent back to our respective college lounges to sleep.

My roommate, Badger, was very worried about me. I was perfectly fine, but suddenly I disappeared for a whole night. We didn't know if something had happened to me. Hannah was really teary-eyed. She was relieved when she saw that I had returned safely.

Draco was sent to the hospital wing, where he was cured of his limp after a few days of magical treatment. After only a few days of peace, he started showing off again. No, to be precise, even with his limp, he didn't stop causing trouble, glaring angrily at Harry who was being carried away by the centaurs.

When he saw me later, he looked even more embarrassed and angry. He probably felt ashamed. As soon as he saw me, his face turned red with anger, he gave a cool snort and left.

I was unmoved by it, and even felt a little amused.

However, it seems that Draco didn't tell anyone about this. Was it because he felt it was too embarrassing to talk about, or was there something else?

Harry was taken to a safe place by Ferrenze, who spoke with him alone. When Harry returned, he was completely distracted, and Ron and Hermione, along with him, looked both excited and scared.

I'm keeping my eyes straight ahead: pretending to be blind.

Hermione, my good friend, secretly told me, with a pale face, to be careful lately, and I solemnly nodded twice.

And Quirrell.

Poor Professor Quirrell got a beating from Willotte, was ambushed by me, was driven away by the centaurs, and was possibly blocked by the eight-eyed spiders along the way, suffering considerable injuries. But the next day he still had to pretend that nothing had happened, his body was weak, his face was like a ghost, wrapped in a heavy turban, and floated to teach.

Is he really that dedicated?

I was filled with awe.

During class, I was quietly observing him to make sure that Quirrell's eyes were off-focus and that he didn't notice my presence.

The smell of garlic on him was even stronger.

Hmm... I'm still not sure if Voldemort has noticed anything unusual about me, but this semester is almost over. If I can get through this, I'll have three relatively safe years. Once Willow has developed a bit, I won't have to worry about Voldemort so much anymore.

Don't attract too much attention during this period.

Hagrid must have told Dumbledore about this, but although I was also involved, my actions were based on evidence and had a source, so there shouldn't be anything abrupt in Hagrid's retelling.

Of course, if anything unexpected happens, I'll wait until Dumbledore comes to me before making a decision.

I thought to myself, "I'm just giving up."

The most important thing is still to have your own strength. The ancient time traveler's experience is really true. I practiced magic even more diligently in private.

I even told Barty about it in a letter, but I used a different wording.

"I heard my classmates scream and rushed in, fearing danger... but I didn't expect to encounter poachers... I wasn't hurt, just a little scared. I wish I were stronger."

“I’m glad I was able to protect my classmate, but I will never be so reckless again. The professor has already reprimanded me, and I thought I couldn’t let Gavin worry… I’m sorry, I made an immature decision.”

"Actually, at first I was even hesitant to tell you, but I thought, Gavin, you wouldn't want me to hide it because of the danger... I can't let you down, no matter what..."

"Today the professor praised me as a brave student... I hope that I can make Gavin and my parents proud..."

Little Barty replied to me immediately, his letter filled with concern and comfort, along with several large bottles of potions and a box of snacks.

“I understand how you feel, Claire, but like the professor said, you can’t gamble with your safety no matter what. As family, I’m proud of you, Claire, for being brave, but I’m also really worried about you…”

"More than pride, I hope you can live a happy life... Don't encounter any danger, and don't go anywhere else..."

"We are family, we can't lose each other..."

There's something odd about his tone.

I scratched my head.

By addressing the potential problem with Barty, it would be better to preemptively resolve the issue and distance myself from the situation, in case he secretly inquired about what happened at Hogwarts, or if the school informed the parents that they had noticed the intrusion.

I resisted the urge to bite my pen; this is what it feels like to have your brain cells completely drained, trying to keep track of the overall picture and the details while also preparing for the exam...

Having accepted the snacks and potions, I need to pull myself together again and reignite my fighting spirit.

There's no way around it, final exams are coming.

My thoughts drifted back to the moment I stepped out of the forbidden forest.

Whether it's the original work, fan fiction, or the present day, the centaurs are all observing the guidance of the stars.

Planets...

Will Will Will Will Will Will I become part of the predictions? Will ... be a part of the predictions?