Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

To catch up with the study schedule, I almost poured my heart and soul into it—so isn't something wrong? I'm already a college student, but after transmigrating, I still have to study like this, isn't this like a lamb entering a tiger's den?

For a moment, I pondered the meaning of my studies, but after seeing my dismal grades, I could only study frantically—for no other reason than that I can be mediocre, but I cannot be at the bottom. This is the last stubbornness of a Chinese rabbit.

Under the intense study, I looked haggard, and my roommates all advised me to relax a bit. But grades wait for no one, and my more than ten years of schooling experience have taught me very well that once I relax, I will completely give up.

I set a clear goal for myself—to lay a solid foundation.

Driven by this goal, I studied hard, spent countless hours in the library, and even met Hermione Granger. In my eyes now, she's not just a member of the main cast; she's a top student who teaches me, an angel with a halo, who saves me from my misery.

It's not that Hufflepuffs don't have good grades, but I felt bad for bothering everyone else, while Hermione explained things clearly and didn't mind me taking up her time.

Because she came from an ordinary family, she felt that her grasp of the history of magic was not very detailed, so she simply taught me to fill in the gaps in her knowledge. That's how we learned together in a mutually beneficial way.

During the day I read books, and at night I also discuss questions with my classmate Xiaoming. Speaking of which, Xiaoming is simply a genius at learning theoretical knowledge. His conversational approach is much better for memorizing than simply reading books. After studying at night, I can go to sleep right away, so nothing is wasted.

With such efforts, I made rapid progress and finally caught up with the others.

Of course, the price is thick dark circles under the eyes, a pale complexion, and dry hair from staying up late.

I felt deeply that this couldn't go on, so I started preparing to slow down my studies and enjoy a carefree life.

But to my utter surprise, the accident found me before I could give up.

As the saying goes, never expect everything to go too smoothly.

No, retribution is coming.

"Are you alright?" The blonde girl with purple eyes helped me up, her face full of worry. "You don't look well."

I tried to struggle—but I couldn't. Willow looked like a child, but she was incredibly strong. No wonder she was Slytherin's Chaser.

“You should go to the medical wing.” Willotte’s voice was firm and her expression serious. “You need to get some rest.”

"It's nothing, it's nothing." I was still not fully awake at the time, and I blurted out in a panic, "I'm really fine, I'm just a little tired, I still have class."

“I’ll talk to the teacher and ask for leave for you.” Willotte looked at me disapprovingly. “You’re in really bad shape right now, and I can’t just watch you leave like this. If you feel unwell, get medical treatment promptly.”

I:"……"

So kind and helpful, but something feels off.

Not knowing how to refute her, I could only go with the flow and follow Willotte to the medical wing.

There's nothing I can do, I'm really sick.

Here's what happened: I woke up this morning with a headache.

It hurt terribly, like someone was stirring something in my brain with a stick.

I suspect I might have a cold or fever, but I can't feel anything when I touch my forehead. I'm in a dilemma. On the one hand, I don't want to miss class, but on the other hand, I really want to just give up and do nothing.

After a final struggle, lacking the courage to ask the teacher for leave, I went to class anyway, planning to see a doctor after class.

It wasn't too serious at the time, so I didn't take it seriously. I just realized that I really shouldn't study too intensely, and that I should rest properly afterwards.

As a result, a problem occurred on the way to class.

I was carrying several thick textbooks to the classroom, but because I wasn't feeling well, I dawdled a bit, so I was in a hurry and suddenly tripped and fell.

Books fell all over the floor. Thinking about class, I jumped up in a flash, but I was so fast that my vision went black and I fell back down.

I didn't fall completely—because two hands caught me from behind, almost pulling me into their arms to support my weight.

I struggled to lift my head and recognized the person holding me through those bright purple eyes.

It's Willott Gaunt.

Why is she here?

"Claire? What's wrong?" Willotte's worried voice came through the phone. My sluggish mind gradually grasped the situation, and I swayed as I got up.

I wanted to say I was fine, but my appearance probably didn't convince me. Willotte held me tightly and insisted on taking me to the medical wing. I couldn't refuse her, so I had no choice but to go with her.

Upon arriving at the medical wing, Madam Pomfrey examined me and confirmed that I had a fever. She gave me a cup of awful-tasting potion that I almost threw up, and then told me to lie down and rest.

"Get some sleep and then come back to me for a potion," Madam Pomfrey instructed me, and sternly warned me, "This is fatigue, malnutrition, and a fever caused by being chilled. You need to take care of yourself and eat more."

“Don’t worry your friend.” Mrs. Pomfrey glanced at Willotte. “Miss Willotte knows how to take care of the sick.”

I nodded and agreed, as I've always been hesitant and lacking in confidence in front of teachers and doctors, not to mention that my mind was still foggy. All I could do was mumble "uh-huh."

Willotte kept an eye on me and nodded.

I couldn't quite understand what Willotte was thinking, but I really couldn't hold on any longer, and soon my mind went blank and I fell asleep.

I slept very uncomfortably and woke up covered in sweat. I frowned as I opened my eyes and stared at the unfamiliar medical wing ceiling. Before I could even process what was happening, the blonde girl next to me gave me a heart attack.

Help!

Why is Willowt still here? How long have I been asleep?!

My heart was screaming, but I still managed a smile on my face.

"You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" When Willotte saw that I was awake, she produced a cup of potion from somewhere and handed it to me. "Are you still feeling unwell? You should feel better after drinking this potion."

"Thank you, Gaunt." I was truly grateful to Willotte. Whatever her motives, her concern for me was genuine; without her, I might be in a much worse situation.

I drank the potion while holding my nose, expressed my deepest gratitude to Willotte, and subtly inquired how long I had slept.

“You slept all day, it’s probably almost time for dinner now,” Willotte replied.

what?

I was stunned, forgetting about the classes I had missed, wondering if Willotte would really have been looking after me for that long.

Perhaps sensing my hesitation, Willotte immediately offered an explanation.

“After I took you to the medical wing, I went back to ask for leave for you, then went to class. I came to see you after I finished my afternoon classes.” Willotte was very understanding. “I also told your roommates that you were sleeping and would be back soon, and asked them not to come to see you yet.”

"I see..." I had nothing more to say, so I could only express my gratitude again.

“It’s alright, of course we should help each other when classmates are in trouble.” Willotte spoke in a gentle tone, making people listen patiently. “Even if it’s not true, I would still help you if I saw you in trouble.”

"After all... we're friends."