HP North Star's Radiance

But even though it was the same thing, Praris felt differently.

She couldn't help but stand up and say to her friends, "You guys go ahead, I want to go to the changing room."

Before she could finish speaking, Millison suddenly stood up: "Crawb hit Porter with a traveling ball! Is he crazy?"

Praris quickly raised his binoculars to look, and saw that the athletes and the stands were in complete chaos.

"Does he want to be banned by Mrs. Hodge?!" Millison said angrily. "Why didn't he fight when Potter was chasing the Golden Snitch? What's the point of fighting now? That greasy-headed pig! Idiot!"

Pansy said nonchalantly, "Anyway, we're fighting Gryffindor, so it's not a loss."

Praris shook his head: "He vented his anger, but it did nothing to win the game."

“How is it useless?” Pansy retorted stubbornly. “If Potter gets injured, we’ll have one less opponent.”

Prareas shook his head again: "But Gryffindor's next opponent isn't us; it'll only benefit Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Unless—"

Daphne tugged at Millison's robe: "You have good eyesight, can't you see if they're fighting?"

Without even looking, Praris shoved the binoculars into Milison's hand and ran towards the locker room.

She knew perfectly well that whenever Gryffindor and Slytherin fought, Draco's mouth would definitely serve as the ultimate source of ridicule.

woohoo-

"Prae?"

Miles was supporting Draco, and it took him a few seconds to realize that Prares had come to find the person he was supporting.

Miles thought he had forgotten, forgotten those brief two weeks. Prareas wasn't his first crush, nor his last date.

She was nothing special, and they hadn't even had a chance to truly give their hearts to each other.

But it wasn't until he saw how she truly liked someone that Miles realized he had never been a contender in the game of love.

"When the Ministry of Magic was assessing X-class magical creatures, why didn't they include you two?" Praris coldly mocked Crabbe and Goyle. "Two tall, strong people standing here are less useful than two goalposts on the field."

Gryffindor has girls, while Slytherin is all boys. Without magic, Slytherin should have the upper hand.

But look at them now! At least the three Seekers managed to hold down Fred Weasley. Crabbe, Goyle, Miles, and Draco, on the other hand, were beaten up by George Weasley and Harry Potter?

Miles is at least supporting Draco now. Praris let him go, but neither Crabbe nor Goyle can escape!

Prareese rummaged through his crossbody bag while cursing, and Crabbe quickly raised his hand: "It's all Weasley's fault! They—"

Praris pulled a bottle of green potion from his bag, and Crabbe immediately shut up.

Crabbe thought dejectedly, "It's not a wand... could it be poison?"

Praris glared at them: "What? Aren't you leaving? Are you really planning to be turned into a doorpost?"

Draco, his face bruised and swollen, groaned, "It hurts—"

"When you were provoking others, why didn't you think of this now?" Praris said through gritted teeth. "I thought you weren't afraid of pain! Open your mouth, painkillers!"

Miles looked at Praris's distressed expression and felt a burning pain in his heart, as if he had drunk a whole bottle of bone-strengthening medicine.

School clinic.

Draco is extremely afraid of pain, and he becomes even more afraid of pain if someone shows him concern.

Draco's mother, Narcissa, said that when he was a child, Draco learned to walk on a carpet and would cry for more than ten minutes after falling down.

In short, Draco Malfoy is an injured performance artist with over a decade of experience in feigning pain and acting cute.

This time, Harry Potter really went all out, even breaking Draco's nose.

Praris offered painkillers, but Madam Pomfrey forbade her from continuing to give Draco the medication: "Why is he taking painkillers at such a young age? If he gets used to painkillers, they won't be as effective if he gets seriously injured later."

Praris hesitated and said, "But he's very afraid of pain."

Mrs. Pomfrey said, "It's precisely because he's afraid of pain."

Mrs. Pomfrey was impressed with Draco Malfoy; she had never met anyone more afraid of pain than the boy, and it was Prarese who had brought him last time.

Spoiled children have the best lives. How many students with more serious injuries have come and gone from the school clinic? Who uses half a bottle of benzoin essence for a broken arm, or painkillers for a broken nose?

Mrs. Pomfrey shook her head and said disapprovingly, "Prince, don't spoil him!"

Mrs. Pomfrey was gone, and Draco was still groaning and crying out in pain.

He secretly lifted one eyelid, wanting to see if his performance had won Praris's sympathy.

Praris lowered his head, his eyelids drooping, his dark eyes staring intently at the bed sheets in front of him.

She didn't look at Draco, nor did she speak.

Noticing Draco looking at her, Praris asked softly, "Still feeling unwell?"

“No, I’m not in pain,” Draco said. “But what if Potter feels better if I don’t do this?”

“I thought you were going to keep shouting for a while longer,” Prarese said.

Draco said, "I... well, I was just afraid you'd be unhappy."

Draco's wailing wasn't simply out of fear of pain. He would whine and cry to his parents to gain comfort and pity, and he would yell in pain at his therapist to bring misfortune upon the Gryffindors.

But he was afraid Praris didn't know.

Yes, he was afraid that Praris, who was smarter than him, wouldn't see through his act. He was afraid she would feel sorry for him, and he was also afraid she would be upset because of it.

People in love are like wearing filtered glasses; even the smartest person becomes a fool in their lover's eyes.

Praris looked at him, staring at him for a long time, making Draco feel embarrassed and awkwardly turn his head away.

Praris blinked, swallowed, and said, "Draco..."

"Hmm?" Draco grunted in response.

“What would you do if I were to hide something from you?” Praris asked.

"Is it something important?" Draco said nonchalantly. "Actually—do you think I tell you everything?"

He knew Prarese had a special relationship with Brown and Purnell, a fact Prarese denied, but Draco knew she wasn't telling the truth.

If she really had nothing to do with Brown, then she wouldn't have investigated further—she was always very discreet.

But he neither told his father nor Praris about Brown, even though he now knew that Brown had become a Death Eater again.

Prareas is different from the other Slytherins, Draco knows that, but so what? He's always been this willful, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with being a little more willful now.

"Since you're going to keep it from me, then keep it from me," Draco said with a shrug. "Ideally, you could keep it from me forever, and never let me know the truth. You can do that, can't you?"

Prarese said, "I can't do it."

“It’s just that you don’t want to do it,” Draco said.

Prareas said, "Yes, I don't want to do that."

“Then tell me now,” Draco said.

Praris whispered, "I can't do that either."

Draco opened his eyes wide, blinked at her, and said slowly, "Prareth, I guess I'm not in pain anymore."

“Hmm?” Praris looked at him.

Draco said with a smug smile, "If I didn't need to teach Potter a lesson, I would love to go for a run."

She cares about me! She's afraid of losing me! Draco thought to himself, his mind drifting.

Okay, in love, even the most stubborn fool can become smart, right?

Praris smiled and shook his head: "You'll regret it."

"Regret? What does that have to do with me now?" Draco suddenly laughed. "Let my future self worry about that! I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, why should I worry about what to do when I'm old and frail while I'm still young?"

Praris was about to say something when a commotion broke out outside the school clinic.

“…What are you doing?” Mrs. Pomfrey said.

“…Slytherin…Draco…” the familiar voice said.

"Ah!" Draco grumbled, "My nose! Damn Potter!"

"Oh Merlin!" Pansy rushed in, covering her mouth and screaming, "Gryffindor is going too far! They're openly beating up a classmate! I'm going to complain to Professor Umbridge!"

The Slytherin students were making a ruckus until Madam Pomfrey couldn't help but scold them, and they finally quieted down.

"The Potters and the Weasleys got what they deserved, and Professor Umbridge suspended three of them," said Derian Pursey.

"Crawb was punished by copying sentences, but not suspended," Millison said with a smile.

Praris raised an eyebrow: "Writing sentences as punishment?"

“Copy the education order,” Millison said.

It's obvious that Crabbe's father was a Death Eater, so at this crucial juncture, Crabbe's copying of sentences and Potter's copying of sentences are definitely not the same thing.

Draco's injury is healing much faster this time than it did last time.

The punishment has been handed down, so there's no point in pretending anymore. Draco still needs to practice finding the ball, so he can't stay in the infirmary forever.

Good evening, Hermione.

Praris stood in the washroom, with Myrtle keeping watch for her as usual.

Myrtle has recently been having a lively conversation with a third-grade boy, which surprised Praris, who reminded her, "This is immoral. He's not an adult yet. Maybe you should take a look at the sixth and seventh graders."

“Oh, Praris, listen to what you’re saying!” Myrtle scolded. “I was only fourteen when I died! Besides, we were just chatting. Is the age difference between us as great as the difference between life and death?”

Praris couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he could only respect her wishes and offer his blessings.

“Didn’t you hear what Malfoy was saying!” Hermione said, frowning. “He was insulting Ron’s mother!”

“Ron also insulted his mother,” Prarese said.

“But you know he was the one who started it,” Hermione retorted.

Praris nodded: "Yes, he's a little bastard."

"Then why are you still with him?!" Hermione was completely baffled. "It's like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung!"

“But I’m no better,” Praris said calmly. “What can a fool and a liar expect when they have a self-deceiving madman born from their offspring?”

Hermione was stunned, blinking, "Are you talking about yourself?"

"Is there anyone else here?" Praris chuckled softly.