HP North Star's Radiance

This woman is talking to herself, wallowing in self-pity.

Prarese's statement was not what Umbridge had initially wanted. She would have preferred the girl to say something bad about Professor Victor so that she could write extensively about it and prove Dumbledore's major blunders in the management of education!

But it's not bad as it is now, is it?

Finally, there are a few smart and well-behaved students at Hogwarts.

Umbridge swayed his hips, propped himself up on his hands, and walked away in a rather pleasant mood.

After watching the whole thing, Pansy asked quietly, "Play, do you really admire her?"

Pansy couldn't understand why Umbridge had anything to admire about someone as extraordinary as Prares.

“Good girl, admiration is flexible.” Praris withdrew the hand that was pressing down on Pansy and said leisurely, “If needed, one can admire someone even if they have never met them.”

"How can you show respect if you've never met them?" Pansy asked, her mouth slightly agape and her eyes blinking.

Praris smiled and touched Pansy's cheek with the back of his index finger: "I've heard so much about you."

They talk a lot about ideas, but their hearts are full of business. Such hypocrisy is quite common in reality.

Pralis initially had no particular feelings about Umbridge; she simply instinctively felt that this witch was no good and was quite resistant to her policies. After all, she wasn't a fan of Dumbledore and wouldn't dislike someone just because they didn't get along with him. But Draco astutely sensed her reluctance and volunteered to take her place.

It's good for a woman to be confident and stay true to herself even among a group of dark-skinned wizards. Just like Winnie insists on wearing her Muggle clothes amidst a large group of wizards, or Draco goes his own way.

But Umbridge caused them no small amount of trouble.

With the looming threat of war, students could only study theoretical texts. Constant pressure was placed on Harry Potter, attempting to disrupt his mental balance. The professors of Hogwarts were persecuted; Sinista got drunk in the Astronomy Tower, and Professor Victor went on strike and became withdrawn.

And, Prarese needs to spend his time here playing house with her.

Life isn't always smooth sailing, Senior Investigator Umbridge.

Promise me you'll behave for two days, okay?

Praris narrowed his eyes, a cunning glint in his dark pupils.

Umbridge swayed gracefully with every step she took down the corridor. A smug smile graced her face as she watched with satisfaction as the students passing by looked on with smug satisfaction with their fear.

Power is like a poppy.

Once a person has tasted the power, it is impossible for them not to become addicted to it.

But she wasn't the only one with power in the Ministry of Magic!

As long as she is not the Minister of Magic, she will have to flatter her superiors in return for the flattery of her subordinates.

It was a completely different story at Hogwarts. Umbridge enjoyed being there and the feeling of freely exercising her privileges over students and professors.

So what if he's the greatest white wizard, Dumbledore? So what if he's a professor with a respectable job? So what if he's a student from a privileged background?

In her presence, weren't they all afraid to speak out against her? Weren't they all extremely respectful?

goo—

Umbridge's stomach suddenly growled loudly.

Guji—Guji—

Umbridge quickly clutched her stomach, bent over, and looked around frantically. She hurried towards the restroom in her high heels.

But before she could even rush into the bathroom, her whole body started ringing.

puff!puff!puff!

A rather loud series of farts.

The students in the corridor stood there dumbfounded, not realizing what had happened.

Once they figured out what had happened, everyone quickly took a few steps back, covered their mouths and noses with the backs of their hands, and looked at her with surprise.

Umbridge blushed, glaring angrily at them and giving the students a fierce look. She hurried on towards the washroom, her earlier smugness gone.

The students around her avoided her like Moses parted the sea, as if Umbridge were some kind of virus.

Puff puff puff!

The faster Umbridge ran, the more rapid his farts became; the more nervous Umbridge was, the louder his farts became.

"He's a genius!" Fred exclaimed in awe.

George clapped his hands and shook his head in amazement: "A groundbreaking discovery—"

“Farting might become the new way to speed things up!” Fred chimed in.

Hogwarts School Infirmary.

Mrs. Pomfrey had long heard of the misdeeds of this senior investigator, and she was extremely reluctant to treat Umbridge.

But who could blame her for swearing an oath before the cross of the wand and bone the moment she became a healer?

Mrs. Pomfrey was somewhat disappointed and reluctantly began to work.

After diagnosis, Mrs. Pomfrey determined that Umbridge was under a curse. The tricky part was that this curse was extremely rare; she had never even seen one before.

Umbridge glanced at the healer's badge on Madam Pomfrey's green robe, her face so grim it seemed to scream a string of profanities.

“Rest assured. My healing license was jointly issued by the Ministry of Magic and the Healers’ Guild,” Madam Pomfrey said. “If you are very concerned, Professor, perhaps I can issue you a referral. You will need to go to the Charms and Injuries Department at St. Mungo’s.”

Go to St. Mungo's?! Are you kidding me?! St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries is always bustling with people, and the Charms Injury Department is a frequent haunt of the Ministry of Magic's Aurors!

Not even a day! Not even half a day! As soon as Umbridge goes to St. Mungo's, the news that she's been cursed with a spell that makes her fart like crazy will spread throughout the Ministry of Magic, making her lose face!

Her political enemies were practically grinning from ear to ear!

“Of course.” Pomfrey deliberately lengthened his pauses. “You don’t have to go. According to my diagnosis, this spell isn’t a malevolent curse; it’s more like a prank. You just need to wait patiently for two days, and as time goes on, the spell’s effects will gradually weaken until they disappear.”

Should I bear with it, or let the scandal reach the enemy's ears?

For Umbridge, it was a matter of choosing which of two piles of shit to eat, each with a different flavor.

If you tolerate it, your political enemies might not be unaware of it.

I can't bear to see him suffer, even going to St. Mungo's might not cure him.

Umbridge was furious and vowed to teach these naughty students a lesson!

"She just... just like that, hahaha, I can't take it anymore."

Hermione suppressed a laugh and vividly recounted the scene the Weasley brothers had witnessed to Prairie, making up for Prairie's absence.

Well, maybe this doesn't count as a loss?

Who would want to smell Umbridge's exhaust fumes at the stadium?

Prareas listened intently to Hermione, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Do you want to learn?"

"Huh?" Hermione looked at her in surprise. "What?"

Praris said lazily, "Do you want to learn? It's just a combination of a silent spell and wandless magic. I think, due to time constraints, Winnie will only have time to teach you some more traditional and practical spells."

Hermione suddenly realized that Prares's way of speaking was somewhat similar to Draco Malfoy's, with that arrogance that came from the bone.

Hermione didn't dislike Prarese's arrogance, which was based on her abilities, not on ridiculous conditions like family background and bloodline.

"You did this? You attacked the professor!" Hermione gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "I thought you—"

“Obey the law?” Praris chuckled. “Miss, I’m still a Slytherin after all!”

Hermione shook her head and laughed: "I was being narrow-minded."

Prarese thought to herself, "Miss Granger, who is better than the other?"

The way Hermione flipped through the school rules before breaking them was just like a thief flipping through the "1987 Trial Guide"* before stealing chickens and dogs, determined to keep the total value of the stolen goods below the prosecution's limit.

Praris lowered his eyes and said softly, "Hermione, only good rules are worth following—as for bad rules, bypass them or change them."

“Alright.” Prareas clapped his hands, steer the conversation back to the main topic, “While Umbridge is behaving itself these next couple of days, teach Potter the Blinding Spell. You can do it, can’t you?”

Prarese uttered a question, but his tone was utterly certain.

This isn't a question of whether it can be done, but rather that it must be done.

Hermione, however, wanted to shorten the process, saying, "Perhaps I could have Harry come to see you? Pry, you would be a good teacher, just like Miss Brown."

“No.” Praris refused her request without hesitation. “Hermione, we have limited time to meet. It’s fine for you to get a general idea, but it’s far from enough to play house with Potter.”

The longer she delays, the easier it will be for others to discover her whereabouts.

On this matter, Draco has gradually aligned himself with Professor Snape. He also believes that Professor Sinestadt is corrupting the Slytherin girls—Plareuse was out drinking with her late at night!

He completely forgot that Praris had already toasted with Myrtle on Christmas Eve long ago.

Anyway, it's always someone else's fault. How could Prares be at fault?

“That’s enough, Harry is very talented,” Hermione said with a proud tone. “We also plan to have him teach everyone Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Everyone? It’s not a good thing for a group of people to be together.” Praris frowned.

Hermione scoffed, "What's wrong with that?"

Praris said in a deep voice, "Draco said that Fudge suspects Dumbledore is secretly cultivating his own inner circle at the school. Umbridge was sent by the Ministry of Magic to cause trouble, and she just wants to find fault with Dumbledore. Now all the professors are swallowing their anger over this."

“Sirius mentioned this.” Hermione opened her mouth slightly, then paused for a long while. “In my mind, this is currently just an after-school tutoring program. Umbridge won’t let us put it into practice, but we can’t just sit here and wait to die, can we?”

“You’re right.” Praris nodded. “But think about it! You meet in private, secretly banding together. The organizers are still the trio who most believe in Dumbledore’s saviors. And then you learn some… magic that the Ministry of Magic considers ‘dangerous’.”

"What if you get caught? Are you going to tell the professors, the board of trustees, and the Ministry of Magic that you're running tutoring classes? Do you really believe this will just be considered illegal teaching?"

Hermione calmly explained, "I devised a curse. All participants must sign that parchment, and those who break their promise will suffer the consequences of the curse."

Since Hermione was prepared, Prareas could only say so much.

She sighed. "Think it over carefully, Hermione. You can never be too cautious about this. Politicians are good at two things: downplaying things and making a mountain out of a molehill. The former is for their own people, the latter for their political enemies... Here you go!"

"Take what?" Hermione was momentarily confused.

Praris calmly said, "I don't want the signed paper to leak out and then you'll suspect it was done by an unsigned insider. Can I sign a fake name?"

“No! You are a friend we can trust!” Hermione retorted, then nodded. “Okay, as long as you acknowledge that it’s your name and there’s a occult connection—signing it means you’ve succeeded.”

Praris took the parchment and reminded her, "Miss, don't pin your hopes on things that are unrealistic."

After signing her name, she waved the parchment and said to Hermione, "You did a pretty good job on this."

At the very first line of the parchment was a line of ornate cursive script: Talia Purnell Brown.

Hermione reached out and hugged Praris: "You'll always be one of us!"