HP North Star's Radiance

He reached out and put his arm around Prareas's shoulder: "I'm not unhappy—maybe a little annoyed, but it's nothing. Prareas, I'm happy to lend you my shoulder."

A thought involuntarily popped into Draco's mind: Could it be that—there is actually a time when someone else can rely on him?

At this moment, he was being relied upon, not the other way around, relying on his parents' power, Professor Snape's favoritism, or Prader's strength to act arrogantly.

Draco didn't have a clear idea, but he vaguely felt that loving someone was actually quite nice, compared to being loved!

Lovers embrace, yet harbor different thoughts; their hearts are so close, yet so far apart.

The Ministry of Magic's authority was shaken, and Umbridge launched a fierce counterattack.

On Monday morning, the divination class was taught by the centaur Ferenze. Umbridge had dismissed Trelawney, and Mr. Centaur volunteered to take her place as the new divination professor.

Praris didn't have any particular thoughts about the change in the divination class instructor.

After regaining her childhood memories, Praris realized that divination is a subject that cannot be truly taught.

Dumbledore created a divination class perhaps simply to keep Trelawney, the unreliable fortune teller, on his turf and prevent her from being used by Voldemort.

Nevertheless, Praris diligently lit the sage as Ferenze had instructed, gazing intently at the ever-changing smoke.

“Professor Ferenczer,” Praris said politely, “this is the first time I can’t see anything.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ferenc said calmly. “Humanity’s eyes have been blinded, unable to see the trajectory of fate.”

Praris remained intently focused on the smoke, desperately hoping to glean something from it: "But Professor Trelawney said I have some talent."

For the first time, she hoped to see a glimpse of the future through the smoke, hoping to receive guidance.

"People tend to believe more in divination and fate when they are experiencing misfortune."

This was her view on divination, and it has now come true.

When her heart wavers and she becomes uncertain, she begins to believe in the illusory concept of fate.

“Prince?” Ferenc glanced at the name on the roster. “Prophecies are not always accurate, and believing in fate… is a very foolish thing.”

“But sometimes, they can be deadly, can’t they?” Prarese said.

Ferenc said expressionlessly, "That's because those who believe those words stubbornly rush towards their predetermined fate. In the face of the overwhelming force of destiny, the ups and downs of an individual are too insignificant. And it is precisely because they are insignificant that they are difficult to predict."

Praris was stunned.

She once pondered a question: Was Harry Potter born to be Voldemort's destined enemy, or did Voldemort choose someone and that person become his destined enemy and the so-called "savior"?

This question is destined to remain unanswered; the world will not rewind like a videotape, nor will it allow for a tributary of fate like that of the savior Longbottom.

But what if Voldemort hadn't chosen anyone, nor believed the prophecy? Then he wouldn't have triggered Lily Potter's love magic, and the war would have continued.

It was because people believed in the July Boy's prophecy that the prophecy came true.

Just like in Hamlet, knowing the prophecy means being bound by it, and eventually returning to the trajectory of fate.

Therefore, Sylvia once said to young Praris, "Ignorance is bliss, and ignorance represents infinite possibilities."

Sylvia has performed divination for others countless times, but rarely for herself, and even avoids letting herself inadvertently glimpse her own destiny.

But she ultimately fell into the trap of fate, heading towards destruction without looking back—those who manipulate fate will ultimately be toyed with by fate.

Because of inner turmoil, he pinned his hopes on divination and fate, hoping to solve the current problems by predicting the future.

Praris gasped—what was she thinking? Didn't she never believe in fate, but rather in the power she held in her own hands?

—It is the lingering echo of the Horcrux crown.

Although it has been destroyed, the aroused desires will not easily subside; they are the deepest emotions of humankind.

Without the need for arduous training or enduring painful torment, one can "cheat" simply by relying on external aids—who wouldn't be happy?

After class, Praris rushed to the restroom and splashed water hard on his face.

"I waited for you guys to finish class," Pansy said, panting. "But you didn't even look at me, and ran off faster than a rabbit!"

"What's wrong?" Praris asked.

Pansy said sullenly, "Professor Umbridge is looking for us."

"Another notice?" Praris asked warily.

Praliss herself couldn't take it anymore; she was about to lose control of the disgruntled Slytherin students.

This is so inconsiderate!

Every corridor of Hogwarts, an ancient school with a history of over a thousand years, is plastered with notices that look like small advertisements, which is really an eyesore!

“Who knows?” Pansy said. “Hopefully it’ll be something interesting!”

Outside Umbridge's office.

Praris arrived rather late.

Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and many other upperclassmen Slytherin were already here.

"What are we going to do?" Pansy asked impatiently.

Draco crossed his arms: "Wait for the news. Trust me, it's going to be something really interesting!"

Praris naturally walked over to Draco's side.

However, she wasn't just after Draco; she wanted to find out what Umbridge was planning to do.

As it happened, Draco was standing in the spot closest to the office door.

Praris used two silent spells in succession, and the office door became transparent in her eyes.

Before Umbridge stood a frightened girl—Marie Etta of Ravenclaw.

Praris squinted; this girl was one of the members of DA.

Umbridge smiled sweetly and said gently to the girl, "Mary? Is that right? Mrs. Emok's daughter."

Mary was pressed down on the stool, her hands clenched in fear and anxiety.

Umbridge touched the corner of his eye with his index finger, feigning concern. "I've heard Mrs. Amok mention you. She said her daughter is exceptionally well-behaved and easy to manage, never causing her any trouble."

Chapter 123 Marie Etta

Mary's face turned pale, and she instinctively complimented her mother's boss: "My mother has mentioned you too. She often says that Professor Umbridge takes special care of his subordinates."

“Really? But I see—” Umbridge said, looking hurt, “you don’t seem to like the Ministry of Magic’s policies, little Mary. Hmm?”

“How could this be!” Mary stood up urgently. “Professor Umbridge, you must have misunderstood!”

Mary was no longer a child, and she knew all too well the consequences of offending her mother's powerful and influential boss.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Umbridge shook her head, put her hand on Mary's shoulder, and made her sit down again. "What's the rush! What's the rush!"

Umbridge feigned concern and said, "Little Mary, do you think I'm some kind of vicious villain?"

“Of course I believe—” Umbridge walked condescendingly around the uneasy Marie Etta, “You’re a good girl. But inexperienced students are always easily swayed by the crowd and do things they shouldn’t. Isn’t that right?”

Mary's eyes widened, trembling with unease and inner turmoil: "Professor Umbridge, I—"

“The Ministry of Magic is always lenient with students,” Umbridge interrupted her explanation. “If you’re willing to talk to me about what you all talked about at the Hog’s Head.”

A bead of sweat slid down Mary's forehead.

“Your mother will be proud of you, won’t she?” Umbridge said with a smile. “It’s in accordance with the Ministry of Magic’s regulations, and it’s for safer teaching and for the order of Hogwarts.”

Mary stammered, "Could you...could you spare my friend Cho Chang? She was tricked."

Umbridge replied somewhat impatiently, "Of course."

This girl, a member of DA and a friend of Choo Chang, nodded heavily despite knowing the curse of the list.

Praris frowned and stopped his magic.

She turned to Draco and asked, "What's going on with that Ravenclaw?"

How did Umbridge know that Marie Etta was a DA?

“She came here herself,” Draco said, idly playing with Praris’s fingers. “Trying to improve herself, huh?”

In the evening, Draco was reporting to Umbridge that the Slytherins had posted new notices.

At that moment, Marie Etta knocked on Umbridge's office door, saying she wanted to talk to him.

Umbridge immediately exclaimed with delight, "Good boy, I told you there was no need to think about it! You'll thank yourself for your decision! Draco, call some trustworthy, good students over!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, Umbridge pushed open the door.

“Come in, children,” Umbridge said with a smile. “Little Mary, tell everyone, you have a secret group, don’t you?”

Mary nodded hesitantly: "Yes, we have a secret organization called DA, Dumbledore's Army... Ah!"

Mary suddenly screamed as purple pustules appeared on her face.

The Slytherins were startled and whispered among themselves about Mary's face.

Mary covered her face, crying out in panic, "No! My face! What happened to my face! Granger, it must be Granger!"

Pansy "kindly" answered Mary's question: "It looks like a Babo tuber now—"

“Ah—” Mary screamed loudly, frantically covering her face and trying to bury her head in her collar.

Umbridge wanted to ask something more, but Mary refused to say a word.

Umbridge had no choice but to give up. She hid Mary's cries behind the door and said to the Slytherin students, "My dear students, some of you have committed illegal acts that have caused me and the Ministry of Magic great distress."

"Now, to cover up this mistake, they're even persecuting a girl who spoke out for justice. Let's join forces to stop them and clean up the atmosphere at Hogwarts!"

Has Mary Etta gone mad? Knowing Hermione had cursed the parchment, she still dared to report the D.A.?!

It was for her mother's job, Praris thought. Now, Mrs. Amok's job is safe, but the DA is likely to be wiped out.

When you report it, why don't you think about the consequences?

The Slytherin students followed Umbridge upstairs, while Prares rubbed the two-way mirror in his pocket with his right hand, unable to find an opportunity to tip off Umbridge.

Draco, who was standing next to her, was extremely excited: "See? Harry Potter is going to be in big trouble!"

Before they even reached the eighth floor, the Slytherins heard hurried footsteps.

Umbridge screamed, “Someone tipped them off! Catch them!”

In an instant, several Slytherin students scattered and ran to capture the fleeing Daddy.