Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

What surprised me most about the whole incident was Willotte.

I thought she would come to "interrogate" me with a smile and her wand, but to my surprise, she acted as if nothing had happened, with a smile on her lips, flipping through her book, leisurely and content.

When I told Willotte the story I had made up, she looked surprised and immediately closed the book in her hand, approaching me with a worried expression.

"Thank goodness she's alright." She said, frowning, her eyes filled with worry. "Claire's safety is the most important thing."

Good acting.

I sighed.

Despite having wandered in the Forbidden Forest for so long, seen so much, and even rescued a unicorn along the way.

As I drew closer to Willotte, the ethereal smile on her face once again filled my vision.

So what exactly is Willotte thinking...? Without knowing her intentions, I can't determine what to do next. This feeling of being fished out is unpleasant. I'd rather hide in the shadows than be roasted on the spot. This feeling of being out of control is making me incredibly anxious.

Sigh, I was already feeling hot and bothered.

What did Willotte see in me?

Since she hasn't said anything, I'll just pretend nothing happened for now.

If she exposes my flaws... then I'll switch sides?

That seems like a good idea.

"Don't worry." I also acted like nothing was wrong, but my expression was a little miserable. "Finals are the most important thing right now... I'm really nervous."

So nervous.

I'm genuinely a little panicked.

As a student from China, my attitude towards the end of the semester is quite complicated, a mixture of over a decade of love and hate, unspeakable nights spent catching up on homework... all sorts of hardships intertwined with the joy of the upcoming holiday.

Moreover, even if I'm pretty sure I've studied hard at Hogwarts, I can't guarantee I'll get good grades.

Before the exam, I silently prayed to everyone I could, but it didn't have much effect; it was mainly for psychological comfort.

Hermione bless, Willow bless, Barty the Younger bless...

Amen, God bless.

My loyal, temporary, divine intervention.

Oh, wait a minute, in the magical world, everyone should be worshipping Merlin, right?

Well then, Merlin above, for the sake of your pants that haven't been washed for three days, please bless me with a good final exam!

I prayed fervently for a minute.

The end of the semester arrived quickly.

Charms is a relatively easy exam because Professor Flitwick's lectures are very thorough and he enjoys answering questions, so there's never much pressure in his class. However, I still racked my brains a bit when I wrote this.

Magic is something that can be forgotten or forgotten. No matter how hard I racked my brains, I still couldn't figure it out. Holding the anti-cheating quill pen that the professor gave us, I wrote furiously, filling in everything I knew for each exam, and even filling in anything I didn't know.

Learn the sad test-taking skills.

History of Magic is a subject I'm relatively weak in. I can only say I did my best. As for whether I remembered the years correctly... I put those thoughts out of my mind the moment the exam was over.

I think I'm okay at astronomy and herbalism. I've put in a lot of effort in these two subjects to maintain my persona. I might have problems with the practical skills, but I think I can pass the theory.

I, a true academic genius, Little Barty, and certified by all twelve Os, have learned quite well, so... there shouldn't be any problems, right?

The Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was also theoretical, and I answered the questions in the usual way.

As for Quidditch, I won't mention it; I'm afraid of embarrassing myself.

In the actual exam, I was much more relaxed. Because of my poor foundation, my suspicion, and my interest, I focused on practicing the spell's execution, practicing every day without stopping.

During the transformation test, Professor McGonagall stared sternly at everyone, but I had a filter and wasn't afraid of the cat professor. I easily transformed the mouse into an exquisite snuffbox. The snuffbox had simple and beautiful openwork patterns like leaves and some decorative gems. It wasn't very complicated, but it was beautiful because of its smooth and detailed lines.

Yay! All my practice of freehand herb drawing has finally come in handy! It was definitely worth learning to draw from scratch!

I appeared calm on the surface, but my heart was in turmoil.

Professor Flitwick's study of movement spells is even simpler. I've always wondered how effective movement spells are in actual combat, and there's a famous internet saying that goes something like this: laziness is the driving force behind human technological development.

To slack off a bit, I was fairly good at using the exercise spells, but I wasn't familiar with the dance spells, which caused me some trouble. I walked out of the exam room feeling nervous and miserable.

"Not bad." I think Professor Flitwick said something like that, but it could also be a hallucination from my nervousness or just a polite remark.

That means there's no problem, right...?

I sincerely pray to Merlin once again.

Great magician Merlin... if you do well in your studies, I'll burn you a piece of paper trousers so you can choose the style you like!

The most difficult exam was definitely the Potions exam. Snape's strictness wasn't limited to Harry; it applied equally to all students except Slytherin, with Gryffindor attracting the most criticism.

Snape seemed to have eyes that could see magic, his extremely oppressive gaze fixed on every Gryffindor, especially the area around Harry and Ron, his eyes sweeping around, to exaggerate a bit, like a male ghost haunting them.

Harry's face turned pale, and he frantically completed the Potions exam like a robot.

I couldn't help but feel pity.

Sorry, poor Gryffindors, thank you for stirring up trouble, which allowed us to pass this exam safely.

We Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws will thank you.

Rest in peace.

Little Barty had already helped me review the potion-making process for first grade during the holidays. While we were writing letters to each other, he also summarized the key points of the course for me. I had just memorized the process for the potion of forgetfulness, and I guessed the right question without any mistakes.

As I walked out of the last exam room after the final exams, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that I could now enjoy lying flat like a corpse for a while.

As for Harry and the others...

I fell into deep thought.

how should I do it?

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supplement:

From Claire's perspective, she feels she has exposed a lot, but others don't see it that way... Claire's words and actions are indeed a bit strange, but overall she's a very kind Hufflepuff.

Claire is very resilient in her resignation, but when she gets bold, she can be more radical than Willotte, and she behaves subtly differently in school and in society.

The details are as follows (not plot-driven).

While still at Hogwarts:

Claire (enraged): Willotte, it's like this, I actually had a precognitive dream, in which I dreamt that you would become the Dark Lord in the future.

Willow: Oh?

Claire: Here's the thing (omitted a long paragraph), in short, I'm going to go and die with that noseless old man right now, and then you can either take over immediately and secretly kill the Minister of Magic.

Willow: Huh?

After leaving Hogwarts:

Willotte: I've received word that there's a group of poachers near you.

Claire: Got it, I'll go beat them up.

Willotte: Slow down.

Claire: Solved. The person and wand broke together.

Willotte: