HP North Star's Radiance

Or is it related to Dumbledore's interests and hobbies?

She was so anxious that she paced back and forth, and then carefully opened the wooden box, revealing a tiny crack.

The pearl-white silk had an irregular, raised outline, which was the shape of a crown.

If... if she puts on the crown, will she be able to recall the password to the principal's office and hand over the Horcrux before being discovered by others?

"What am I thinking?!"

Praris hurriedly closed the box.

Her eyes widened, and her breathing became rapid.

Are you crazy, Praris?!

If even she herself cannot figure out the password from the existing clues, then the crown cannot help her.

If she could figure it out, why would she need to wear a crown?

The moment Praris found the crown, he immediately hid it in the box.

The cautionary tale of Ginny Weasley being tempted by her diary is still fresh in our minds; the best way to resist temptation is to isolate ourselves from it.

The crown wouldn't return to Hogwarts on its own, and the original crown certainly didn't have such a powerful allure. Praris was even more certain that this was a Horcrux.

“Miss Prince?” The witch in the green wizard’s robes frowned as she approached her. “What are you doing here?”

“Professor McGonagall, I need to speak with Dumbledore,” Prarese said softly. “It’s something important.”

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow and said in a matter-of-fact tone, “Miss, I think you would tell me—or Professor Snape, the same thing, at least for most questions.”

Prareas shook his head: "Professor McGonagall, thank you, but it's different."

"Are you sure?" Professor McGonagall asked.

“I’m sure,” Prarese said.

Yes, that's right. Giving the crown to Professor Snape would be the same; eventually, it would end up in Dumbledore's hands.

It wasn't that she didn't believe in Professor Snape's willpower, but the dangers that occurred were uncontrollable.

If Professor Snape were summoned by the mysterious figure and remained in his office or another location, there was a possibility of something unexpected happening.

If the Mystic discovers that Professor Snape has been in contact with the diadem—nobody knows if he has that ability, but Prarese can't gamble on it.

Professor McGonagall glanced at the box, nodded, and turned to the stone beast, saying, "Sizzling honey candy."

The wall cracked open, and a spiral stone staircase appeared behind the stone beast. Professor McGonagall led Praris up the staircase, and the wall closed again.

Professor McGonagall knocked three times on the animal-shaped door knocker, and the principal's office door opened automatically, revealing a strange scene inside.

Yes, it was a very distinctive office, but Pralis's attention wasn't on it. She barely even noticed the golden-red phoenix on Dumbledore's desk.

“Minerva and Prarese! Long time no see!” Dumbledore said cheerfully. “I must wish you a Merry Christmas, but unfortunately I didn’t bring you a present, Prarese. I hope you can forgive me—would you like some sweets?”

According to Winnie, Dumbledore would always offer sweets to people when they were feeling nervous or uncomfortable.

But at this moment, he probably felt that it was impolite not to prepare Christmas gifts for the children.

Praris thought, "I hope he doesn't think I'm here to ask him for a Christmas present..."

“Oh, thank you,” Praris said, shaking his head. “No need.”

Dumbledore said gently, "So, Prares, what brings you here?"

Clearly, Dumbledore had deduced that it wasn't that the Slytherin girl had done something wrong and been caught by the Gryffindor headmaster, but rather that Prader wanted to see him.

Of course, Professor McGonagall was his colleague and also his student; they were very familiar with each other!

If the person in need were Professor McGonagall, she would have already spilled the beans.

“Yes,” Praris said softly, “regarding our previous communications—”

Professor McGonagall sensed Prarese's hesitation and said understandingly, "Then I'll be going now."

Praris bowed slightly to her in thanks.

As soon as Professor McGonagall left, Prarese walked forward with the box and placed it on the table: "Headmaster, the Ravenclaw crown."

Dumbledore's eyes gleamed with surprise and excitement: "This is absolutely fantastic. I think I'm very eager to know what's going on."

Praris shook his head: "Principal, it's a boring story. Perhaps fate just doesn't want to see someone continue to be unhappy."

Prareas briefly recounted what had happened to Dumbledore.

The story revolves around how she deduced the mysterious man's thoughts, how she found Miss Helena through Myrtle, how she located the Room of Requirement based on Hermione's words and her understanding of Hogwarts, and how she ultimately collected a bunch of tiaras and locked onto the Ravenclaw tiara.

“No, this story couldn’t be better,” Dumbledore exclaimed. “You’ve done a wonderful job, even better than I imagined.”

Prareas thought that, putting everything else aside, the emotional value Dumbledore provided was still very effective.

“How do you plan to deal with it?” Praris explained. “I don’t think Horcruxes will be so easily destroyed, will they?”

Dumbledore smiled and nodded: "Yes, but courage is our sharpest weapon, and I will destroy it with the sword of Gryffindor."

"May I stay and watch?" Praris asked cautiously. "Dark magic items always have a certain alluring power..."

Even if Dumbledore were to carry out this task, Prairie wouldn't relax and wouldn't think that everything would be fine just because it was handed over to Dumbledore.

Just like what she said to the Sorting Hat. She never saw Harry Potter as a savior, much less Dumbledore as an omnipotent god.

Harry Potter is a human being, and Dumbledore is a human being.

Humans have weaknesses, love and hate, desires, and are susceptible to being swayed.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "This is a request that cannot be refused."

Prareus only breathed a sigh of relief after witnessing Dumbledore split the crown in two with the sword of Gryffindor.

“Will this let the Mystic know?” Praris asked, “like the connection between Harry and him.”

Dumbledore looked at her teasingly, as if to ask, "You're only thinking about this now?"

Praris lowered his head in embarrassment, wondering if his sanity had been corrupted by the Gryffindors.

“I don’t think so,” Dumbledore said. “He’s been away from some of the Horcruxes for too long, which has weakened the connection between them. I think it would only be the destruction of some of the Horcruxes that he was close to and that were made later that would make him realize it.”

In other words, the crowns manufactured more than a decade ago do not meet these conditions.

Praliss finally felt relieved. She blinked and asked Dumbledore earnestly, "Headmaster, will we win?"

“Prareth, this is something no one can be sure of, not even me.” Dumbledore looked at her lovingly. “But love always triumphs over darkness, and it will guide us toward the path of hope, just like the discovery of this crown.”

Prarese can find the crown, for her reason and love are indispensable.

If she didn't have a strong love for her family and friends, she would have simply left her guesses to Dumbledore—the safest way for her, rather than going to the Room of Requirement as a last resort.

After all, compared to Hogwarts, Voldemort was more likely to hand over the crown to his subordinates or hide it himself.

It was precisely because of Praris's friendship with Myrtle that Myrtle searched for Miss Helena for her. And it was Helena's inner remorse that made her willingly help Praris.

Prarese felt a tightness in her chest; Dumbledore's words reminded her of Winnie and Priscilla, whose fates were uncertain.

She said softly, "Headmaster Dumbledore, now that the crown has been destroyed, I shall take my leave... Merry Christmas."

Actually, Prarese also wanted to ask about Dumbledore and his plans for them.

If the DA is discovered, Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic will inevitably have a falling out. At that point, either the organizers of the DA will be handed over, or Dumbledore will be mired in political turmoil.

However, in order to maintain enough trust with Hermione, she had already signed her name on the parchment and could not reveal the truth about the D.A.

Prareus stopped and looked back at Dumbledore.

Feeling Prass's gaze, Dumbledore smiled and looked up, as if asking her "Any other questions?" or telling her "Don't worry."

For the rest of Christmas, Praris went to the Room of Requirement to increase his "knowledge reserves".

Once the holidays are over, the students will return to campus, and the DAs will resume their secret training.

By then, Praris would likely run into people he shouldn't be seeing when he goes to the Room of Requirement.

Chapter 120 Enlightenment

Time flies by so fast, drifting away silently like clouds, never to return.

The holiday is over, but many people are still savoring the afterglow of Christmas.

“Whenever I see a candy cane,” Pansy said sadly, “it reminds me of my lost vacation.”

The word "passed away," used in the context of a holiday, perfectly captures Pansy's sorrow.

Praris leaned closer to Milison: "Would you like some honey water?"

Milison shook his head blankly: "No."

Praris's eyes showed some concern: "You're not very happy."

Milison forced a smile and said, "Maybe it's—post-holiday syndrome? Pansy's the same way."

Millison and Pansy's situations seem quite different.

But Prarese said nothing, understandingly giving Milison space to process her emotions.

Milison always goes through this phase when he comes back from vacation; he often has a period of unhappiness.

While others are unhappy because they are mourning the end of their vacation, Millison is wishing the vacation would end sooner.

She and her mother, Mrs. Burst, always had so many disagreements.

Mrs. Burst felt she had wasted her life giving birth to such a daughter. She thought Millison wasn't smart enough, wasn't a true supporter of the Dark Lord, and wasn't pure enough.

Millison thought her mother was mentally ill. She didn't think there was anything wrong with herself, nor did she pursue wisdom beyond her own capabilities, nor did she have any desire to support the mysterious man.

More than the Mystic's great achievements and superhuman wisdom, she wanted to play with her friends and be an ordinary Quidditch commentator.

“I think I was myself before I was her daughter,” Milison once whispered to Praris. “I’ve suffered enough for her! I resisted coming to Slytherin; I didn’t want to be the next her. But… but I am her daughter after all. She gave birth to me, and that’s what I owe her.”

Millison said that the Sorting Hat had wanted to sort her into Gryffindor, but she begged the Sorting Hat to let her become a Slytherin.

“I was born with a debt to her, simply because she is my mother,” Millison said painfully. “The Sorting Hat said I had a rebellious spirit, but I don’t think I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have become a Slytherin.”

“You won’t tell anyone else, right?” Millison said. “The Sorting Hat says it respects my opinion, but I don’t regret coming here and having a friend like you.”

Now that the mysterious man has been resurrected… Prass thought, Mrs. Burst would definitely be eager to become Voldemort’s henchman.

Praris sighed; she didn't know how to help Milison.