Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

That girl from the East.

Claire, or Leigh Min.

Willott Gaunt first met her on the Hogwarts train.

Alone in the carriage, he gave a slight smile when Willotte knocked and entered. His smile was gentle and serene, and his black hair, eyes, and Eastern features, along with his somewhat thin body, made him appear harmless.

However, they are surprisingly wary.

When she heard Willott Gaunt's name, she could catch the shock and wariness in Claire's eyes for a moment.

This was not surprising; Willotte had encountered similar situations many times. The Gaunt family had a renowned reputation, and anyone familiar with the history of the wizarding world would easily remain wary of the Gaunt.

Her current task is to defuse this vigilance, or rather, to take advantage of it.

Observe and then break through; that's what she learned from that thing called the system.

Unfortunately, Claire seems to be a bit shy. She blushes a little when she speaks, and it gets even worse when more people come over. It's clear that she prefers to listen from the sidelines rather than chat with others face-to-face.

It's a bit strange.

Willotte wore a flawless smile, but inwardly she was coldly assessing the value of this Eastern girl named Claire and how far she was worth going to.

Knowing the Gaunt family... they can't be from a Muggle family, and they're from China, so they're worth befriending... Their English isn't good, and they seem to be in poor health, so their value is yet to be determined.

Willotte was still thinking, but fate had already made the decision for her.

[Issue system task:]

She becomes friends with Ray Min (Claire) during the first semester.

Success: Obtained the "Avada Kedavra" spellbook

Failure: Death

A emotionless electronic voice echoed in her mind.

Willotte's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly, and her smile seemed to soften even more.

what.

I never expected it; it was a pleasant surprise.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Dark Lord Development System.

That's what that thing calls itself.

According to it, its sole objective is to cultivate its host into the third-generation Dark Lord.

really?

Willotte didn't believe in the system, but she still accepted the binding.

What if he really becomes the Dark Lord?

Willotte thought jokingly.

At that time, her name was Willotte Fairburn.

An orphan in other people's eyes.

Willotte was very smart, or rather, exceptionally gifted. At the age of nine, she was already able to understand other people's thoughts and perfectly conceal her own.

Her guardian, surnamed Fairburn, was unmarried and raised Willotte alone.

Being unmarried with a child occasionally draws criticism from neighbors, and there are always some people who are malicious towards everything.

They were all talking about it, wondering if the two were indeed mother and daughter, but that the daughter was illegitimate and dared not say it.

Willotte knew these words and understood their meaning.

But Miss Fairburn didn't care about any of that; she told Willotte that they were witches.

Wizards have their own solutions.

As a result, all those who gossiped fell into misfortune.

Miss Fairburn raised Willotte, but never told Willotte who her parents were.

The system told her that her biological parents were members of a very famous pure-blood family in the magic world.

The Gaunt family.

As their daughter, Willotte should go back.

The system will help Willotte if she wants.

The system says so.

What happened next felt like a dream. Miss Fairburn left, and she returned to the deserted Gaunt family, inherited their fortune, entered the social circles of pure-blood families, and enrolled at Hogwarts... Now, her name is Willotte Gaunt.

Those past events seem like they happened a long time ago.

The system will not harm her for the time being. It issues tasks to Willotte, which are usually helpful to her and revolve around the ultimate goal of becoming the Dark Lord. There will be rewards for completion and punishments for failure.

The mechanism is easy to understand.

So why must she become friends with Claire? What's so special about her, and how would she help Willow become the Dark Lord? What makes her worth the most severe punishment Willow has ever seen—death for failure?

Willotte has never failed, so this mission will succeed as well.

"Claire," Willotte murmured the name in an inexplicably sweet voice.

Willow chatted with Claire for a while on the Hogwarts Express. Claire looked a little off. Knowing that Claire was carsick, Willow kindly told her to rest more.

No rush, making friends takes time.

At the Sorting Ceremony, Claire was assigned to Hufflepuff.

It matches the gentle nature she exudes.

This means we'll see each other less often, but it's still within expectations.

The only one who was affected was Claire herself.

Willotte had been observing Claire.

It's clear that she's not adapting well to life at Hogwarts. Even with the help of others, she struggles and doesn't show anything particularly special, at least not at the moment.

Interestingly, Claire gets along very well with Hufflepuff's students.

“I think Claire is adorable!” Hannah Abbott said to Willotte, blushing. “She’s so gentle and hardworking.”

“I put the wrong herbs in my potions class and Claire got scolded along with me, but she didn’t mind at all. She comforted me and helped me check where I went wrong. When I’m with Claire, I always feel like she’s my little sister.”

"Really? I wish I could be friends with her sometime," Willotte replied with a smile.

“But Claire is always so tired. I wish she could get some rest.” Hannah said, sounding a little frustrated. “We try to persuade her, and she always says she’ll be more careful, but she doesn’t change.”

It's hard to define what a friend is. If it refers to the kind of friends you know superficially, then you should have finished your task on the train.

Therefore, we need to establish a closer relationship.

How can I become friends with an honest and vigilant Hufflepuff?

A good reputation, a gentle appearance, and...help in times of crisis.

Upon seeing Claire fall, Willotte thought, "The time has come."

Claire was very light. When she fell into Willotte's arms, she struggled to get up, but she didn't have the strength. She kept saying that she wanted to go back to class.

It seems like you're under a lot of pressure.

Like a kitten.

The thought flashed through Willotte's mind for a moment.

Take Claire to the medical wing and watch her fall asleep.

After doing what she was supposed to do, Willotte returned to the medical wing to continue watching over her.

So—what's so special about Claire?

"Thank you so much, Gunter." As expected, Claire thanked him.

Claire, who was ill and had a slightly flushed face, looked at Willotte listlessly. Perhaps because of her illness, her voice trailed off slightly when she spoke, though she herself was unaware of it.

It looks more like a kitten now.

“It’s alright, we’re friends after all,” Willotte said.