HP North Star's Radiance

As a result, she was taken in by Professor Snape to work as his assistant because of her diligence, intelligence, seemingly obedience, and quiet nature.

If you've ever seen Professor Snape at work, you can understand his volatile temper. —Plains Prince

Unlike the other houses, Slytherin rarely saw Professor Snape. As Gryffindors quipped, he was like a bat; you only saw him flutter his wings and appear when you disturbed him.

You think it's because Professor Snape didn't want to? No, it's because he was too busy!

Throughout Hogwarts, there is only one Potions teacher, Professor Snape, but every student must take Potions class before the OWLS exams.

What an astonishing amount of work!

On top of that, each Potions class requires lesson planning, deciding what to teach next, and preparing the potions and materials for experiments. Not to mention the potion supply from Madam Pomfrey's infirmary.

Of course, not all of this work will be piled up when it is really needed. Professor Snape has prepared a reserve during the winter and summer vacations, but there are some things that cannot be completed in advance, which will become the workload after class.

It would be naive to think that one teacher is enough. Professor Snape was frequently called away by the headmaster or other teachers, received visits from unknown individuals, had to deal with calls from raw material suppliers, complaints from the Filch caretaker, and conflicts between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Other miscellaneous tasks, such as night patrols, are no longer considered important.

Prarese herself finds it difficult to handle so many things at once; she often focuses on just one thing at a time to ensure nothing is overlooked.

“You should learn to develop your brain, not treat it like some rare treasure,” Snape said in a deep voice. “If it can’t do two or more things at once, then don’t think too much about it. It means your IQ isn’t up to that level yet.”

In fact, Prarese's brain is constantly working; she unconsciously observes her surroundings and stores the results of her analysis for later use. This is a sign of her intelligence.

However, the human brain has its limits. When some of her thoughts wander to other things, it inevitably reduces her core processing capacity. If she could bring those scattered thoughts back to handle the second task, wouldn't she be able to achieve a balance?

Prarese began experimenting in Professor Snape's office, preparing the potions she had on hand while thinking about what the next task was, what the process would be, what the precautions were, and how to streamline the preparation process.

"You spent seven minutes preparing this potion. If your brain didn't suddenly get smashed by a troll's club, then I can assume you weren't listening to me at all," Professor Snape said, his eyes looking as if he could see Praris possessed by Neville.

Prarese knew why her speed had decreased, but she didn't make excuses: "I'm sorry, Professor, but this will never happen again in the next experiment."

The next experiment was indeed faster, but not by much; at most, it changed Neville to Ron.

But this situation did not last long. She quickly found her rhythm, and her operation became more and more perfect, her movements more and more fluid, and her speed faster and faster.

As the sky turned cobalt blue, Praris began cleaning the equipment, preparing to leave.

“Take out the box in the upper right corner of your back,” Professor Snape suddenly said.

Praris finished drying the last crucible, then turned and found the leather box.

"Open it, it's from Sprout," Snape said without looking up.

It's a money bag.

"Is this a Christmas present?" Praris felt her lips were a little dry and couldn't help but bite them.

Snape still didn't look up: "Who knows."

Prarese left, leaving Severus Snape alone in his office.

“I think she’s a very nice girl, hardworking, honest, and kind,” Sprout said. “She’s completely different from the person you’re all guessing. We shouldn’t assume someone is a bad person before they’ve made a mistake. I think Professor Snape would agree with me.”

Snape remained silent.

Dumbledore pressed his hands down: "Pomona, of course I don't think that way! It's just that sometimes we need to care about the growth of a lonely child, like Harry, like Pray. They are special enough that we need to devote some energy to them, don't we? Severus, what do you think?"

“I have too much work to do and I need an assistant,” Snape said, his face expressionless. “Your performance in Prince’s Potions class has been alright.”

"Then it's up to you."

Sprout would naturally find Praderne flawless, because all she saw was a well-behaved and obedient girl. But the Sorting Hat had a different view; the girl harbored some cynicism and also had her own peculiar ideas.

She may seem to struggle with interpersonal relationships, but she is actually quite adept at it.

She easily won people's favor. As a Slytherin, the Gryffindors didn't dislike her; in fact, the Weasley brothers said she was too cool. Harry Potter would feel embarrassed about his mistakes and didn't seem to see her as a Slytherin.

Sinestadt, a Ravenclaw, told Dumbledore that Prince was intelligent and understanding. Sprout of Hufflepuff thought she was sincere and kind.

Within Slytherin, she had friends like Milison. She easily got Malfoy, who didn't like her, to "avenge" her by tricking Harry into washing toilets.

Of course, Dumbledore wouldn't tell anyone this, nor was he willing to make assumptions about a child's future; he simply needed more time to observe her.

Sprout waited in the corridor and smiled when he saw Snape come out: "Christmas is coming soon, and I can't think of anything she would want. I think all children want to have their own property when they grow up. Please give her this allowance."

Snape stood still, seemingly lost in thought.

When the bag arrived at the office shelf, it had bulged a little and was almost bursting.

“I think Potions class is pretty good,” Milison suddenly said.

Pansy looked disgusted: "What are you doing? Don't you suffer when you do your potion homework? Even if the teacher is our dean."

“That’s not what I meant. Don’t you think the crucible is warm and cozy?” Milison chuckled.

Pansy rolled her eyes: "I shouldn't have thought you had any complicated ideas."

“I really feel sorry for some people who can’t stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because their families don’t want them,” Draco Malfoy’s voice suddenly rang out.

puff--

Milison looked at Praris in horror.

It’s over.

Milison, of course, didn't know that Praris was an orphan, but Praris hadn't been in contact with her family, suggesting serious family conflicts. Last night, she told Milison again that she was staying at school for Christmas.

Prareas paused noticeably for a moment.

"It's all over, it's all over, it's all over." This thought echoed in Milison's mind. What made Milison even more uneasy was that Crabbe and Goyle were also secretly laughing nearby.

“Mirison, you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Daphne said curiously.

“Haha, no,” Milison said dryly.

Prarese said softly, "If you say another word, Professor Snape will show you what seeing ghosts is like."

The Slytherins immediately became "busy".

When get out of class ended, Milison leaned close to Praris and said, "Honey, to be honest, I really wanted to stay at school for Christmas. Home is so annoying, and they'll keep nagging me if I go back. It's so much more carefree to stay at school."

“Millie, you really don’t need to be like this,” Praris said, a little helplessly. “Some things are true, and I won’t be sad or angry about them. Do you think I’m as fragile as a glass teapot, ready to scald someone with a little steam at any moment?”

“Of course not,” Milison shook his head repeatedly. “In fact, you are the most powerful person I have ever met, not just in terms of strength, but also in terms of your heart.”

Milison had never seen Praris waver; the man seemed impenetrable, like a wall of bronze and steel.

“Let’s not talk about this anymore. I’m going to see Professor Snape,” Prareus waved to her.

Prarese thanked Ms. Sprout for the gift yesterday, but it was too much for her to accept.

“Oh no, dear, that’s just half a bag of pocket money. You worked for it and got it, and you deserve it,” Ms. Sprout winked playfully.

Clearly, the remaining half came from the taciturn dean who had taken her to school, knew where she came from, and was known for his kindness.

Praris didn't see Professor Snape in the hallway, only fir needles scattered all over the floor. Filch looked furious: "That Hagrid! He moved a tree and made a mess of the hallway!"

“I think you need my help?” Praris waved his wand, and fir needles rolled up from the ground and were quickly blown into a pile in Filch’s winnowing basket.

“Prince of Slytherin, I remember you, Professor Snape’s good helper. Thank you.” Filch’s old face broke into an ugly grin.

Prader gave up on finding Professor Snape; given his character, he would never admit it. What she needed more was to remember everything and repay her teachers in the future: Mrs. Sprout and Professor Snape.

However, with Christmas approaching, Professor Snape, unusually kind, gave her a day off, and she didn't have to go to the office to help out. Pralis decided to go to the library to read some books and continue her "money-making" plan.

Ah, that's the "spiritual victory plan" where reading one book is equivalent to earning the money for another.

"You can also ask your parents if they know who Lemaître is."

Pralis didn't want to listen, but she was forced to overhear the three Gryffindors whispering amongst themselves again.

"Shh, it's Slytherin." Weasley patted Potter on the shoulder.

"She won't tell Snape, will she?" Weasley whispered to Potter.

Praris chuckled. "Am I kidding? You guys are talking about things you don't want others to know in the corridor outside the library, and then you're falsely accusing an innocent passerby of snitching?"

Chapter 12 Christmas Mystery

“Prareth, you know that’s not what we think. Ron just wants our secret to stay hidden,” Hermione quickly explained.

Ron couldn't understand: "What are you going to explain to her? Do you expect a Slytherin to not cause us any trouble? Or do you think she can help us in any way?"

"Enough, shut your mouth!" Hermione said, enunciating each word clearly.

Prareas felt challenged; this Gryffindor had a sharp tongue. But Prareas wasn't one to back down: "Aha, yes, the three of you can't find a single person named Flamel, yet you think I'm just as ignorant."

"If you have even a rudimentary understanding of alchemy, you will know the pinnacle of alchemy, Nicolas Flamel. He was also a very famous wizard and had a good relationship with Dumbledore. If you know a little French, you will know that Flamel is a French surname. And there are hardly any other wizards in France with the surname Flamel who are more famous than him."

"And the fact that you are trying to find Flamel through the library shows that he is definitely not an unknown person."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood frozen in place, unable to believe what they had just heard.

"Finally, you should thank Draco; he has a large collection of books on alchemy, which is one of his little hobbies."

Praris turned and walked away without even glancing at them.

What? You think asking these questions will help Gryffindor more? Please, what could they possibly do with Nicolas Flamel while they're in school? Even if they could, with their intelligence, Praris can't imagine what kind of trouble they could cause.

As Christmas approaches, Hogwarts begins its holiday. Students usually play for a day or two before going home to celebrate with their parents.

Pansy went to the lounge to support Malfoy, and he was planning how to annoy Potter.

Daphne and Millison were playing a game called Gobblestone, where each player had fifteen stones. Before the game started, a designated area was marked out, and any stones knocked out of bounds went to the opposing player. The game ended when the first player lost all their stones. After the game, the winning stone would spit a foul-smelling liquid at the other player.

Milison possessed only brute strength, not only deflecting her opponent's stones out of bounds but also frequently sending her own stones flying. This quickly led to her defeat.

“Oh Merlin, I’m not playing anymore, it’s not fun at all. Pray, darling, come and help me win it back,” Milison reached out to bother Pray.

Daphne quickly waved her hand: "No, I don't want to play with Pry, I'm sure to lose. Pry, what are you looking at?"

“Look at the snowman. Christmas and snowmen go hand in hand! There’s a creature called a snowman. It’s fifteen feet tall, has long white fur, and attacks and eats anything it encounters,” Praris said softly. “It’s snowing, Daphne.”

"Ah!" Daphne exclaimed in surprise.

“Hahahahahaha,” Prarese was utterly wicked, she burst into laughter, “Don’t be afraid, they live in Tibet, China, not in Scotland.”

Daphne glared at her: "You're full of bad intentions."

Christmas is the day of the Lord's birth, which is a major festival in monasteries. Mass is held at midnight, followed by various activities such as the procession of the Holy Infant.

Praris couldn't sleep, of course she couldn't sleep.

This wasn't because she was used to holding events all night on Christmas Eve, but because it was on Christmas Day that she was abandoned by her parents.