Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Unfortunately, I really didn't do anything on this important day.

Because Willotte had already sneaked into the fourth-floor corridor before everyone else.

I don't know what she was thinking, but before leaving, she actually came to me and made a direct move.

"Do you know about the Philosopher's Stone?" Willott asked casually, as always in my presence, as if nothing could disturb her. "Or rather, do you know what's in the fourth-floor corridor?"

I:"."

How sudden.

But it's also understandable; with so many flaws exposed, Willotte's reaction was to be expected.

I had already prepared myself, analyzing each situation specifically and adapting accordingly. Following Willotte's words, I revealed a puzzled and hesitant expression.

“Well…” I said, “If you mean the Philosopher’s Stone, I’m not quite sure, but I do know something bad about it.”

“But I’ve never been sure; it’s a terrible assumption.” I sighed, my eyes filled with doubt and a hint of wariness. “I know I can trust Willotte, but this assumption is just too dangerous. I don’t want to see anyone get hurt because of it…”

I even paced back and forth for a while, feeling extremely cautious.

"Claire?" This was the first time Willotte had seen me like this, and her expression also turned serious. She said softly, "It's alright. Whatever the conjecture, I'm willing to verify it with Claire."

“That’s good. Willow, do you remember Voldemort?” I asked bluntly, staring at Willow as if to give her my complete trust. “It’s you know who.”

“…” Willotte’s pupils dilated for a moment, then said, “…I know.”

"As expected..." I nodded, with relief. "Velotte is so capable, there's no way she wouldn't have noticed..."

"So Claire, what did you discover?" Willotte pressed.

“I suspect Professor Quirrell might be connected to that person,” I said in a low voice.

"what?"

“The thing is, it’s like this…” I told Willotte about my discovery. “We all know that Harry Potter from Gryffindor is the legendary boy who survived the ordeal. My parents told me about that time, and I’ve been paying attention to him ever since I started attending Hogwarts.”

“You might not believe it, but my parents are from China. They are well-informed. To ensure their safety, they investigated and learned a lot about that person. At the time, everyone said that person was dead, but my parents believed that he might make a comeback.”

“They say that person is highly skilled at leaving death, going further than anyone else, and perhaps one day he will return by magic and take revenge on all those who betrayed him,” I said. “Before I entered Hogwarts, they told me to be careful, especially since I was in the same year as the boy who survived.”

"I've been paying close attention to everything around me. When I saw Hagrid's dragon egg last time, I felt something was off. I don't know where this strange feeling came from, but it just felt very incongruous," I said worriedly.

“I always felt very uncomfortable when I was around Professor Quirrell. There was something wrong with him… Once, when I passed by Professor Quirrell, I saw a few small, thorny grass seeds stuck to his robe. These grass seeds were the kind that grow in the forest. I also heard Ghost say that there were poachers hiding in the Forbidden Forest. That’s when I felt that there was something wrong with Professor Quirrell.”

Willotte listened to my words with an unreadable expression.

“I know this sounds far-fetched, but I felt something was off about Professor Quirrell even before this.” I listed my evidence: “When I went to ask Professor Quirrell for help with my studies, I felt his attitude was very strange. He clearly had so much knowledge, but he acted very neurotic. Also, there was that headscarf and the smell of garlic. The professor himself clearly didn’t like it, but he still insisted on doing it every day, as if he was deliberately hiding something.”

“The most important thing is that night when I went to the Forbidden Forest, I found Neville’s wand and then went to Hagrid to find Neville.” I revealed everything I could. “Actually, the reason is not just that. I not only saw you leave the castle, Willotte, but I also noticed that Professor Quirrell seemed to have left the castle as well. He was not in his office or anywhere else… My reasoning is very weak, but I am very afraid that my negligence may have caused someone to get hurt.”

I took a deep breath.

"When I faced that man in black robes, I was certain that the person who had trespassed into the Forbidden Forest was indeed Professor Quirrell. His height, his back, the tone of his voice, his unstable magic, the faint scent... and that uncomfortable, strange aura—I had only ever sensed that on one person."

“Harry told me that he had a terrible headache for some reason at the time, and it only got better after the man in black left. We all know how Harry got the scar on his forehead... Adding the information my parents gave me and that secret, the man in black must be related to Voldemort.”

“I’ve learned about unicorns… If it weren’t for someone, regardless of whether the man in black was Professor Quirrell, the risk of harming a unicorn and sucking its blood would be far too great. No one would treat a unicorn like that unless they had some desire to survive or were threatened with death. Even the most despicable poacher wouldn’t do that…”

“Headmaster Dumbledore specifically said that the fourth-floor corridor is off-limits. Either there’s something terrifying on the fourth floor, or there’s a very important treasure there.” I pulled the three little ones out of the picture again. “Once I overheard Hermione and the others discussing who Nicolas Flamel was, and then they found him in a very old encyclopedia of wizarding figures and learned what the Philosopher’s Stone was.”

Immortality... just like what Voldemort sought.

“I don’t know much, I can only vaguely sense that there is danger. I know that you must know something too, Willotte.” I looked at Willotte sincerely. “I… I’ve been very scared… I’m sorry, there’s another very important piece of information that I can’t tell you. It’s a family secret that I swore to protect with my life, and it’s enough to make me certain that Voldemort will really come back.”

"Please believe me, everything I say is true."

"..."

The air became quiet.

Willotte seemed to be thinking, processing the facts I had stated.

“Claire…” Willotte sighed, leaning closer to me as if whispering, “Of course I believe you.”

“We’re all the same; we can see what lies beneath the surface of calm,” she said. “I also discovered Quirrell’s problem and explored the fourth-floor corridor, where that person’s desire was hidden—ah, the Philosopher’s Stone.”

This is a sarcastic tone.

“You saw me go to the Forbidden Forest,” she said, a gentle darkness in her eyes. “I was the one who injured Quirrell there and saved that unicorn with a potion. I’m as sure as you are that the person is on Quirrell.”

"It will probably be tonight... Quirrell, or rather that person, will be unable to resist going to the fourth floor. Headmaster Dumbledore won't be here, so this will be the perfect opportunity for them to steal the Philosopher's Stone."

"..."

This time it was my turn to widen my eyes.

"Claire only said these things to me, right?"

"……yes."

“So—” Willotte blinked, “now we’re each other’s most trusted people, aren’t we?”

“I’m really happy…” she exclaimed.

Strange eyes, strange tone, strange exclamations.

I could even sense the unusual satisfaction hidden beneath her sighs.

"No wonder...we were born to be friends."

"Velotte said."