Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

That's it.

I suppressed my excitement.

I finally got to know Willotte... Well, not completely, but enough to explain most of my actions. I can't directly tell you the plot details, but I can use a predictive template.

Since I am not a true prophet, those with real precognitive abilities can grasp future changes, but I cannot. Everything I know is based on a fixed plotline, so this persona cannot be directly applied to me; it would easily lead to problems.

In situations like this, it's essential to have someone who won't give themselves away or show up, but whose identity is convincing enough to provide cover.

Whenever I think of these conditions, I think of my parents with their perfect backgrounds.

Easy to use.

It's really useful.

It's so useful, you can just move it wherever you need it.

It provided me with the perfect backdrop to enter Hogwarts without making my abnormality seem out of place. I could use these parents to deceive Barty and Willotte, and explain everything that made me different from others.

Their very existence as nothingness is a powerful tool I use to protect myself.

I know all of this perfectly well.

I really don't know which genius came up with this patch for me.

After Willotte confessed some things to me, such as Quirrell's plan to steal the Philosopher's Stone tonight, my expression of utter astonishment was priceless.

“Okay, I understand,” I said, my expression firm. “What are you planning to do, Willotte?”

“Of course I’m going to stop Quirrell,” Willotte said casually. “I’m going no matter what.”

"..."

“Just like the secret Claire hid from me, I also hid a big secret from Claire,” Willotte said. “Maybe you’ll find out someday, but at least for now, we trust each other.”

“Of course… it’s just the two of us…” Willotte uttered these words quietly.

"I understand." I said, my expression turning serious.

I was very reluctant to get involved in the troublesome things in the story. Willow is indeed a female protagonist in a fanfiction, and what she experienced was not only the plot, but also the path she herself decided to take.

I can stand by and watch, but as Willotte's friend, I cannot remain indifferent.

I gently and tenderly took Willotte's hand.

The skin on her hands was smooth, and her knuckles were soft, which showed how dexterous and light her hands would be in the future... This was normal, after all, Willotte was only a first-year student, and both her appearance and age could be considered that of a child.

Willow's eyes are purple, and you can always feel the pressure emanating from them in the dark. Even when she's smiling, there's a strange indifference and chill in them. But as mentioned before, Willow is still a child at heart, and her eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

“I really hope these guesses are wrong. I'm sorry, I'm just too cowardly. Even knowing all this, I can't do anything about it. But if it's Willotte…”

"If that's Willotte's idea..."

Willotte understood the rest of the sentence from my eyes.

Because it's you, it's trustworthy.

"Please be careful with it."

That was all I said in the end.

"..."

"..."

The only sound in the air was the sudden chirping of birds.

“Ha.” Willotte laughed abruptly, breaking the silence. “Claire…”

With a helpless yet joyful smile, she slowly closed her hand, and we held it tightly together.

"So we should be friends."

……

Willotte left, and she left so fast it was as if a ghost was chasing her.

But I'm sure she was happy.

So happy that her eyes shone, and she walked with a radiant smile.

Okay, Mao Xiaohua is exaggerating a bit, but after knowing her for so long, I can still tell whether Willotte is genuinely happy or not.

Tonight is dangerous, but those things are temporarily irrelevant to me.

Willotte is going to venture into the fourth-floor corridor. I told her beforehand that the three little ones have been absent-minded lately and may have discovered the secret of the fourth floor.

“No matter what, safety comes first,” I told Willotte.

"Of course."

Although we've reached an agreement, we don't really intend to act together. After admitting that we both have our own secrets, it's better for us to go our separate ways.

The final exams were over, and the students were quite restless that evening. I returned to the Hufflepuff lounge, where some little badgers were already chattering about what they were going to do during the holidays. On one side, another little badger was frowning as he checked his answers, probably praying that his grades would be acceptable. Yet another little badger felt that the pressure had disappeared and it was time to have something to eat to soothe his wounded heart during the final month of exams.

"Give me some cookies!"

"Give me some chocolate!"

"Give me some nuts!"

"Um, sorry, I'm allergic to all nuts."

"How about some cream cake?"

"Waaaaah, I knew how to do this problem, but I forgot it during the exam."

"Don't be sad..."

Anyone want to go on vacation?

Everyone was very enthusiastic.

I struggled to navigate through everyone's enthusiasm, declined the badgers' offer to share, and chose a seat to sit down, enjoying the aroma of the burning fire.

"Claire, Claire!" Susan ran over, dragging Hannah along with one hand and holding a newspaper in the other. After squeezing out two seats next to me, she began to tell me about the interesting things that had happened recently.

Her voice always exudes vitality, infecting the audience and bringing a knowing smile and surprise to their faces.

Hannah was very sensitive. She was extremely nervous before the final exams, and even broke out in a cold sweat when she entered the exam room. Now that the time for nervousness was finally over, she finally showed a relaxed expression.

She leaned against me, captivated by Susan's words.

The other badger cubs promptly gathered around and began sharing what they thought was worth talking about.

"Let me tell you, during the Potions exam, the professor was always standing on the Gryffindor side, right? It was so stressful and pitiful. If he had been standing there watching me the whole time, I would have definitely messed everything up."

"You definitely won't believe what kind of snuffbox I conjured up during the Transfiguration exam. I'm even embarrassed to say it was a snuffbox..."

"Waaaaaah... I accidentally mixed up the order of the amnesia potion, even though I remembered it perfectly."

"Okay, don't be sad."

"I can treat you to some cookies, I made them myself!"

I sat in the middle, smiling gently, occasionally catching a badger cub to feed it, and greeting the adult badgers that passed by. The good-natured senior students reminded us to rest early, while the more outgoing ones ate cookies with us and generously praised us.

As night fell, I lay on my bed in the dormitory and fell into a deep sleep.

As always, I think about many things before falling asleep.

What will tomorrow be like?