HP North Star's Radiance

Dipple raised his head slightly, his expression becoming ethereal.

This situation is virtually impossible for a wizard, but the willpower of a Muggle is incomparable to that of a wizard trained in magic. Deepall was controlled without any resistance and revealed the truth.

Sylvia asked, "Tell me, where did you take Praris?"

"London...Tulip Street...Marie Abbey..."

The following day, in the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic.

“Sylvia Prince, huh? You Gryffindors? Hiss—use the Imperius Curse on your Muggle husband…”

"Her mental state was unstable. When she used the Imperius Curse, she used too much magical power, which caused her husband's brain to 'explode' and explode."

"Shouldn't this be a life sentence? Who's in charge of her, and where will she be held?"

"It's alright, she's in St. Mungo's, she had a miscarriage."

"Oh? Miscarriage? Does she have any relatives?"

"Do her husband's relatives count? Her father was caught in the crossfire of the Death Eaters' fighting later in the war and died. Her father's neighbors said that the other relatives had long since stopped contacting each other. Her only daughter is also missing."

"this--"

The night before the trial.

Under the moonlight, pale-faced Sylvia knelt down and begged Saint Mungo's healer.

The kind healer helped Sylvia up and promised to send her a letter addressed to "Severus Snape, Spider's End Alley".

At the end of the trial, Sylvia Prince was sentenced to life imprisonment by Azkaban for multiple crimes, including using magic against Muggles, using an unforgivable curse against humans, and murdering Muggles.

In fact, Praris's memory of the incident only extends to the night before she was sent away. At that time, she was lucid and watched helplessly as her mother used "Oblivion" on her.

What happened afterward can only be described as some inferences and imprecise guesses.

Pansy thought Prares was worried that Draco had changed his mind.

Prareas replied that why couldn't she be worried about herself changing her mind?

Actually, she wasn't worried about changing her mind, but rather afraid that she would become like her parents.

Neither Sylvia nor Depp was a good parent—even though Sylvia ultimately harmed her husband for Praris's sake. Neither of them were good lovers either.

Genetics dictates that their shadows will appear in Praris at certain times.

Just like how Prader received help from dreams to assist Professor Snape before she even learned divination. At that time, she hadn't even read "The Dream Interpretation Guide."

After regaining his memories, Praris knew that this was a gift he received from his mother, Sylvia.

Draco is pure-blooded, while Praris is half-blooded. Draco has loving parents and a loving family. Praris only has a father who committed abandonment and a mother imprisoned in Azkaban for life.

Many people might think that Prares is better than Draco, and that Draco got the better deal. But Prares knows that Draco's falling in love with him is Draco's downfall; he's just kept in the dark.

In the past, Sylvia hid the fact that she was a wizard from Depple. Now, Praris is hiding her true parentage from Draco.

Even though she didn't grow up with her parents, their shadows still haunted Praris, and she would still make the same decisions as them. This feeling was terrifying.

But Prarese would never blame her parents for her decisions; these were decisions she made herself after careful consideration, and had nothing to do with them.

She's just selfish, extremely selfish.

Being with Draco has its advantages, doesn't it?

Draco likes her and enjoys spending time with her.

Beyond the awe she inspired, most Slytherins also granted her more privileges as a result.

Once she reveals her lineage and background, those days that once brought her happiness may all become memories and will not be repeated in the future.

Praris also wondered if things would have turned out differently if Sylvia had violated the Secret Service Act earlier and told Deepple William the truth.

But Praris knew it was impossible.

Before Sylvia fell in love with Depp, she had no reason to break the law and tell Depp the truth.

After Sylvia fell in love with Depp, she couldn't bear the possibility of losing him.

The only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity learns nothing from history.

Flowing in the blood of humankind is an incorrigible nature.

The path that humanity is bound to take is to repeat the same mistakes.

Seeing Praris's unhappy expression, Pansy comforted her, saying, "Don't think too much about it! It's just a relationship, take it or leave it. I'm just saying, I don't necessarily have to take responsibility. And even if you do take responsibility, it doesn't guarantee a happy ending, right?"

Pansy laughed and said, "Bress's mother married seven times, and each of her dead husbands left her a fortune. See? The moral values ​​we've lost in the social sense just turn into piles and piles of Galleons, don't they?"

Praris laughed: "The other side is Draco. Is it really okay for you to say that?"

“Hmm—” Pansy hesitated for a moment, “My fragile friendship with Draco is not worth seven seconds of hesitation.”

"Only seven seconds?" Praris asked.

Pansy tilted her head: "If he were willing to share some of his wealth with me, I would hesitate for a longer time."

"Hahahaha!" Praris burst into laughter at Pansy's antics.

What's a good solution?

Praris had nothing in the past, so he became greedy and wanted everything.

Draco had everything in the past, so he became arrogant and looked down on everyone.

They're like a broken pot with a broken lid; they're each other's just karma for what they deserve in this life!

Chapter 115 The Slytherin Choir

Draco is very good at whistling.

He can even whistle tunes.

Now, he was striding toward Praris, playing a cheerful tune—looking like a hooligan teenager from Tulip Street.

What kind of music is this?

Praris, sitting in the chair, looked up and asked him.

Draco smiled smugly: "I'll show you a magic trick."

"If I remember correctly, we're wizards, aren't we?" Praris said helplessly. "Alright, alright, you transform."

Draco held out his left hand: "Look, there's nothing there."

"uh-huh."

Draco held out his right hand: "Look, there's nothing there."

"Yes."

Draco clapped his hands, and with a "thump," a silver crown-shaped badge appeared, inscribed with the words: "The Weasleys are our king."

Praris smiled helplessly, not intending to expose Draco's clumsy "magic".

She took the badge and asked, "Should I wear it too?"

“You have a copy of all my works, don’t you?” Draco’s eyes widened. “Aren’t you going to continue supporting me?”

"Support! Support! Support!" Praris quickly pinned the badge to his chest. "A new tactic?"

“Psychological warfare!” Draco slid smoothly onto the armrest of the Praris sofa. “Listen to the music I composed—”

After he finished speaking, he played the same cheerful little tune again.

Draco smiled smugly and said, "Miss Prince, please support Mr. Malfoy's new book, 'Weasley is Our King.'"

Praris was really amused by him.

This guy learned to make crafts for alchemy, and his favorite thing to make is a glowing taunt badge—he made three of them! This guy can play the violin and compose music; the final product he made was "Weasley is Our King."

You never do anything worthwhile!

“You, you!” Praris shook his head.

She poked Draco's head, and Draco immediately clutched his head and yelled, "I'm hurt! Pansy, look, she's abusing me!"

"Oh dear, how can outsiders interfere with domestic violence?" Pansy chuckled. "Don't be silly, I'm supporting your songwriting career, big star!"

Praris exclaimed in shock, "You've started memorizing lines?"

Sister, why are you dragging me down like this!

“Look at Pansy, and then look at you!” Draco seized the opportunity to accuse Prares.

Praris raised his hands in surrender: "Please, I have a photographic memory, why would I need to memorize anything?"

Pansy glared at Draco: "Hey, are you trying to get yourself killed? Who are you comparing yourself to?"

Now it was Draco's turn to surrender: "I was wrong, it's all my fault—you'll be here to watch the game, right?"

“Of course.” Praris smiled.

As soon as Draco left, Pansy said disdainfully, "Childish."

“Nonsense,” Praris echoed her.

After saying that, the two of them burst into laughter.

The last Quidditch World Cup was two years ago, and the next one is still a long way off, so all the students' eyes are on this Quidditch tournament.

Despite Slytherin's confidence in winning the match, they spared no effort in employing all available off-field tactics.

Captain Draco said, "I believe that once the game is over, people will only remember who won, not how they won."

The minor emotional strife was long gone, and Draco, self-satisfied, considered himself the victor, generously forgiving Miles, the loser.

Captain Malfoy even praised goalkeeper Miles for his successful steal against Gryffindor's Arya Spinnet.

Such praise would probably only be given in Slytherin.

I wonder how Miles feels about this praise.

Praris had nothing to do with Slytherin's militant, martial spirit, and cunning behavior—it wasn't Slytherin who was suffering.

She is now on her way to Professor Snape's office.

A younger Slytherin told her that the headmaster needed to speak with Prefect Prince.