HP North Star's Radiance

Nevertheless, he instinctively defended Hermione: "Yes, uh, we all believe Talia."

“How can you be so sure…” Zacharias said.

Hermione said, "Zakaris, I understand your concerns. Have you heard the story of Muggle Talia?"

After saying that, Hermione turned and pointed to the portrait on the wall. Only then did they notice the still portrait in the corner.

"In the medieval Muggle world, if you didn't accuse someone of being a wizard, you would be considered a wizard and burned at the stake. So, Muggle Talia accused her neighbor, whom she knew was a witch."

Hermione briefly recounted the story: "Muggle Talia thought that real wizards weren't afraid of fire, so it wouldn't matter if she did it! But the witch disappeared for a long time, and Muggle Talia was tormented by regret."

Even after the wizard appeared, Talia still died of illness, atoning for her sins.

Zacharias raised an eyebrow: "So?"

Several people around were drawn to Hermione's words.

“I believe everyone hopes that our actions will go undetected, and that the people around us are worthy of our trust,” Hermione said, following Prarees’ advice. “But to prevent, and to prevent, those around us from being forced to become… a Talia who, in a moment of madness, has no choice but to identify someone else.”

“That’s why we have this special parchment. Anyone who betrays us will suffer a terrible fate,” Hermione told Zacharias. “Zakaris, you can rest assured. Talia is willing to be a warning sign. She was the first to sign her name. She won’t betray us.”

Zacharias raised an eyebrow: "That couldn't be better."

Even Zacharias was speechless, and everyone stopped caring about Talia's situation.

Beside Cho Chang and Cedric, Mary Etta said with a displeased expression, "Does Granger doubt us? Does he think we're not trustworthy?"

Cho Chang looked somewhat puzzled: "What's the big deal? We're not going to tell Umbridge about the DA."

“Perhaps it’s because Hermione’s friend Talia couldn’t come, but she’s in the know, which is why there was this signed guarantee.” Cedric supported Cho Chang’s idea. “It’s pretty good. Limited trust is true trust. With the curse of the signed guarantee, we can trust each other more.”

Mary reluctantly said, "Okay."

“I bet Talia is a ghost!” Ravender said to Parvati, “the ghost of that portrait in the corner!”

“Portraits are different from ghosts,” Parvati said. “Ghosts can move around, but portraits can’t come into the real world.”

Lavender clasped his hands together and said, "So! Talia's portrait is still! Maybe it's a ghost who admired Harry or Ron, who left his portrait for love, became a ghost, and became an invisible member of the DA! How romantic..."

“That’s impossible…” Parvati was greatly shocked. “The portrait of Talia is a Muggle, of course it wouldn’t move!”

Lavender couldn't hear; she was lost in her romantic love story.

Just after nine o'clock, DA disbanded on time, and everyone went back to their respective common lounges.

Harry was so excited today that he taught others Defense Against the Dark Arts, just like a teacher!

Harry's pent-up feelings had improved somewhat, and he felt a fire burning inside him. He had discovered a secret that gave him confidence.

The only thing that made him feel bitter was that Cho Chang was practicing with Cedric, and she didn't seem to need Harry's guidance at all.

“Thank you, Harry,” Cho Chang said somewhat embarrassedly. “I think the spell I need to learn isn’t too difficult; Cedric can teach me. But Cedric—”

Cedric, who was standing nearby, immediately invited Harry to practice dueling with him.

Qiu Zhang consciously stepped back and practiced with Mary.

“I’ve always wanted this.” Cedric’s expression shifted from melancholy to determination. “A fair and square duel practice, without any other people or things to interfere.”

Thus, Harry and Cedric fought a spectacular battle, sparks flying everywhere they went.

Cedric wants to become stronger and avenge his father.

Harry, meanwhile, was suppressing the heartbreak of unrequited love.

The two of them held back almost entirely, beating the other students so badly their mouths were agape.

In the end, Cedric was slightly outmatched and lost.

Harry gentlemanly reached out and helped Cedric up.

Cedric looked up at Harry, but there was no trace of the defeat one would expect from a loser.

"Hahaha!" Cedric exclaimed happily, "Harry, the Triwizard Tournament title is yours!"

“I don’t know as many spells as you do,” Harry couldn’t help but say.

Cedric said frankly, "Harry, that's because I'm already in seventh grade! But you did much better than me, how did you come up with that just now..."

Qiu Zhang clapped for them from the side, then jogged over to Cedric and handed him a handkerchief.

Harry couldn't tell anyone about the bitterness in his heart. After realizing he couldn't truly hate Cedric, Harry also realized he couldn't envy him.

They're such a perfect match, aren't they?

Before the ball, he hesitated for a moment and arrived a step late, so everything was a step too late.

Praris looked around cautiously and gently knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

“Sir, it’s me,” Praris said softly.

The wooden door immediately opened, revealing a man standing behind it. He said with an unfriendly expression, "Come in!"

“I’m sorry, sir,” Praris said hastily, hurrying after him. “I know you don’t want to see me here, but I felt it was necessary for me to come.”

“I don’t see the need for that,” Snape said coldly. “Miss, you should go to sleep instead of coming to…my office in the middle of the night.”

“This is absolutely necessary,” Praris said urgently. “Is Winnie alright? Did Dumbledore let her go back to that man? You’ve already done this; isn’t it always good to have more people involved in these kinds of things?!”

“Listen!” Snape said coldly. “Miss, this is an adult matter, and you are just a student. You should be attending classes, reading, doing homework, eating, and sleeping, not having someone speak up for me and worrying about whether a Death Eater should live or die!”

“Even without me, Pansy would still speak well of you,” Praris said sarcastically. “Harry Potter was a minor too, and how many times has he met Vader?”

“I don’t care about the other Death Eaters!” Praris said again. “Sir, I only care about two Death Eaters, namely you and Miss Winnie!”

Snape said with a grim expression, "Miss, listen, both you and Potter should be at bedtime! No matter which Death Eater it is, they deserve to die! Miss, go back, I don't want to lose points for Slytherin."

Prareas glared at Professor Snape for the first time, and said angrily, "How can you say that! Then deduct points from my score! It's Slytherin's own points that you're deducting!"

After saying that, she stormed out.

Snape thought she would leave immediately, but she stopped at the door: "Professor, the young Mystic doesn't have access to anything good, but he is both insecure and proud... Has Dumbledore seen all the treasures of the four founders? Especially Salazar Slytherin's."

After all, Prareas never forgot that the Void was the true heir to the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin.

Chapter 111 Praris's Memories

“Draco won the championship for Slytherin the year before last, and they all support Draco as captain,” Pansy said with a smile. “I believe Draco can do it this year too… Pray, are you even listening to me?”

Praris suddenly realized: "Oh, yes, that's true."

“You didn’t listen at all!” Pansy said, frowning.

Praris snapped out of her reverie and looked at Pansy: "I was just thinking about something—can I repeat that?"

“I can’t always interfere in your and Draco’s affairs,” Pansy said worriedly. “But you two are important friends of mine. If you’re not just going to play with him, you should at least take him seriously.”

Pansy felt that these kinds of words should normally be said to the man. But Praris was truly extraordinary; she successfully made Pansy even more worried that Draco was being "played."

Pansy believes that it should be the boy who confesses his feelings, just like at a dance party, it should be the boy who invites someone to dance.

Draco never confessed his feelings, which once made Pansy angry with him: "Where's your arrogance when you're with Gryffindor?!"

There was a large table in front of Draco, which he had set up for his crafts.

Lucius suspected he was wasting his time on this hobby, but Narcissa thought it was far better than playing ball in the sky—ideally, it would make him forget about Harry Potter's rocket crossbow, which she was firmly against buying.

Lucius thought about it and agreed: "I can't imagine what kind of normal person would allow a student to ride a rocket crossbow. At the speed of the crossbow, he'd fall off sooner or later, break his neck, and go see his mud-blooded mother."

Back to the present, Draco is examining a lamb pendant with a brass base. The lamb represents a pure heart, and the magic on the pendant can bring inner peace to the wearer.

Fragile and useless white magic items, but Draco loved them dearly.

Prareas told Draco that she had traded it for potions from other wizards.

Draco turned his gaze away from the lamb and stared intently toward the cloakroom.

There was a drawer inside with a row of chain links, one of which was empty, but Draco never filled it.

“I thought you—” Draco said lazily, “could completely understand each other.”

“Of course I know Praris!” Pansy snapped. “Are you questioning our friendship?”

“Knowing and understanding are two different things.” Draco raised an eyebrow. “No matter how well you know someone, you may not be able to understand what they are thinking.”

When Draco said those words, Pansy experienced a momentary hallucination of Praris.

"You mean you don't confess because you understand Pray?" Pansy scoffed at Draco's statement. "What a novel thing to say, isn't it!"

“More than once I was just one step away from confessing my feelings,” he said. “But I sensed that she didn’t want me to do it. She was pretending not to understand and wanted me to play along.”

Pansy thought it was absurd. Prarese didn't want Draco to confess his feelings, but she allowed him to get close to her!

Does that mean she only wants to enjoy the relationship but doesn't want to take on the responsibilities that come with it?

Before this, Pansy had never considered this possibility.

Since then, Pansy has thought of those words from time to time.

Praris said, "Am I not interested in him?"

Pansy asked, "Did you only hear the last sentence?"

Praris fell silent.

After a while, she said, "What do you think love is?"

“I don’t know,” Pansy replied. “Sometimes it makes me so happy that I would die for someone, and sometimes it makes me so sad that I want to rip my heart out.”

“No one should die for anyone else,” Prarees said. “Aren’t Draco and I happy now? Why should we think about the future? Is the future something we can be sure of, something that will never change?”

“I’m fifteen years old,” Prarese said. “Even if I only promised Draco I’d spend time on campus, that’s two and a half years, a sixth of my life so far.”

“What if I change? What if Draco changes?” Praris asked. “Then the promise becomes an unnecessary constraint. We’re only together because of agreements and responsibilities, not…”

“Love,” Pansy said.

Praris shook his head: "I'm not sure if I have it. But then there's no need, is there?"

Pansy seemed thoughtful: "So you're worried that Draco might change?"

Prarese said, "Why can't it be me who's worried?"

“What do you think?” Pansy asked. “Even if you really have changed, you’ll just keep playing this role.”

Just like Prarese would do things she didn't like.