HP North Star's Radiance

Snape and Harry were so mutually disgusted that they could easily reach such an agreement. But Prader and Harry didn't have that level of conflict.

So, before the second class, she politely told Harry, "Potter, perhaps I will provoke you in some offensive way."

At that time, Harry, who knew nothing about it, accepted her brief verbal informed consent form.

But even if Harry were beaten to death, he would never have imagined that Prince would provoke such an emotional reaction in him—

"Licking your lips? Are you nervous?"

"Pouting? Are you resisting my interpretation of your thoughts?"

"Your body is stiff, and you dare not move at all. Are you afraid I'll continue my research?"

A series of smooth, rapid attacks pressed down on Harry, instantly heating him up and even causing him to sweat.

The offense was genuine, and the emotional provocation was also genuine.

Hermione told Prader that Harry went back and swore to her that he would never go back to Princet's classes.

Harry yelled angrily, "She's a pervert! A madwoman! A complete scoundrel!"

Hermione was surprised, confused, and inexplicably wanted to laugh.

Praris calmly stated, "This is merely an extraordinary measure for extraordinary times. If I have to resort to this kind of cheating when interacting with others, making friends, and socializing, then wouldn't my life have been a failure?"

Harry's presence here suggests that he has ultimately accepted Prarese's version of events.

Today, the two of them are preparing to fulfill the final condition for Occlumency, allowing Harry to learn Occlumency.

The final key to Occlumency is strong willpower.

“Similar to resisting the Imperius Curse,” Prarese countered Harry. “We took that course, didn’t we?”

Harry said thoughtfully, "Snape said the same thing."

“It’s Professor Snape, sir,” Prarees reminded him. “Yes, I think you haven’t forgotten, the professor is a true master of Occlumency.”

“Yes, I remember.” Harry shrugged. “It’s a shame I don’t have dementia.”

If he had dementia, he could forget about attending classes and wouldn't have to suffer here at the hands of Snape's apprentices.

“Potter, I wish you had Alzheimer’s,” Praris scoffed. “The moment that mysterious man enters your brain, he’ll find it’s all a fog.”

Their harmonious moments were always so short-lived; whenever Harry mentioned Snape, Prader became as aggressive as a mother hen protecting her chicks.

Anyway, the two started the lesson, and Harry went to the Pensieve and extracted a part of his memories.

This time, the memories he extracted included not only the day he saw Snape's memories, but also some memories about the Weasley twins.

George and Fred seem to be plotting some dangerous prank in secret, which Harry doesn't want Prader to know.

“If you can’t achieve a high degree of self-discipline in your emotions and thoughts, then you can only rely on willpower,” Prarese told him. “But you can’t always be in a state of resistance. Otherwise, you will break like a taut string.”

"Therefore, brain-sealing techniques that rely solely on willpower are always short-lived."

Prareas gave Harry a small vial of Enemy Potion. After drinking the potion, Prareas would become the person Harry hated most in his eyes.

The Enemy Potion was specially formulated by Prarese for Harry to learn Occlumency.

She combined the potion of hatred with the potion of love, so that the Enemy Potion has both the effect of inducing hatred with the potion of hatred and the hallucinatory effect of the potion of love.

For Harry, the effects of this potion were not only hatred, but also terror.

He knew perfectly well that Prince was sitting across from him, but he saw Voldemort in his eyes.

—Voldemort, without hair or lips.

Can you imagine? Voldemort sat opposite him, elegant and polite, asking, "Harry, how are you feeling? If everything's alright, I'm about to begin Legilimency."

The problem was still quite serious, Harry thought, as terrifying as if Snape had spoken to him gently and kindly.

At the very moment Harry made this random association, Winnie emerged from the shadows.

Just now, Snape relayed some good news to Winnie.

Dumbledore kept his promise, and the Order of the Phoenix freed Prim Purnell from Voldemort's imprisonment.

Winnie closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh. After a long while, she opened her eyes and said to Snape, "I've located what Dumbledore wants, but I can't tell him."

In her confrontation with Bella, Winnie has confirmed the location of the Hufflepuff Cup, but she can't bring herself to say it.

"The Charm of Loyalty?" Snape asked coldly.

Winnie nodded, pondered for a moment, and said to Snape, "Please tell Prim that my money is in the usual place, and she knows where the key is. She can use it as she pleases if needed, but she must take good care of Praris."

Snape had only completed half of Dumbledore's task, but he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Snape turned to leave, but Winnie called him back again.

Winnie stared at Snape's retreating figure and said in a low voice, "You must, you must tell him what I said."

Snape didn't even turn around; he simply waved his wand and vanished from the spot.

Snape left, and Winnie emerged from the shadows.

She now has to adjust her mindset, return to the temporary base, and pretend that she has no idea that Prim has been rescued.

Winnie didn't not want to leave, but she couldn't. Not only could she not leave, but she also had to sincerely atone for her betrayal.

If Prim had run away as soon as she was rescued, she might have had a chance to escape. But Voldemort would have immediately realized that someone had been tipping off Winnie.

Once Voldemort realizes this, the likelihood of Snape being exposed will greatly increase.

Harry has already left Snape's office.

Today's Occlumency class was incredibly intense; Prader and Harry almost came to blows.

To make the simulation more realistic, Prader imitated the Voldemort she saw in Harry's memories.

“Courage? I’ve always admired courage! Yes, your parents… were very brave back then.” Praris said with a sneer. “Did you really think courage could stop me from entering your mind?”

“Dumbledore would have preferred you to stand against me, too bad.” Prarees raised his wand. “Come on, Harry, watch me—”

Prareas stared directly into Harry's eyes and activated Legilimency, which surged into his brain with unstoppable force.

Spurred by the Enemy Potion, Harry raised his wand and cast a Disarming Charm on Praris.

Praris stood there, her hands empty, glancing at the wand that had flown away.

She could certainly use wandless magic, but she really didn't expect Harry to suddenly use the Disarming Charm on her.

Praris really wanted to ask, which professor who teaches Occlumency would be worried about a student suddenly disarming them?

Praris tried to hold back, but he couldn't.

She said sarcastically, "What a novel brain-closure technique! I've never even heard of it before."

Harry explained hastily, "You can't expect me to talk to Voldemort—"

“Thank you, mysterious man,” Praris interrupted him.

Harry didn't understand why Prader and Snape both said the same thing: "Dumbledore said the same thing."

“I’m sorry I’m not Dumbledore,” Prarese retorted. “You should thank me for not calling him the Dark Lord.”

Compared to "Dark Lord," Harry felt that "Mysterio" was barely acceptable.

This lesson was incredibly difficult. Prader was multitasking, trying to both use Legilimency and interrupt Harry's instinctive Disarming Charm. She also had to be careful that after she interrupted him, Harry, once the effects of the drug kicked in, wouldn't actually attack her like Voldemort.

Finally, the effects of the Enemy Potion wore off. Half an hour had passed, but it felt like an eternity to Praris.

Compared to wizards like Prareas who possess a vast repertoire of spells, Harry Potter has extensive practical experience and is better at using the simplest spells in creative ways.

Praris sneered, "Thank you so much for helping me gain more practical experience."

“You’re welcome,” Harry replied, hoping his tone wouldn’t sound sarcastic. “And thank you for the shortbread.”

"Oh?" Praris suddenly laughed, saying with a hint of malice, "Why thank me? Draco bought it, you should thank Draco!"

Harry's eyes widened as he began to ponder a question: Could he still vomit up what he had eaten half an hour ago?

Vomiting is out of the question. By the end of the class, the shortbread will probably be completely digested.

Harry thought with a straight face, "Tasteless Prince."

Teaching Harry was harder than teaching Marcus. After undergoing Occlumency training, she was forced to learn how to defend against and evade the Disarming Charm while simultaneously practicing Legilimency.

The only good thing is that Harry actually managed to stop Praris's invasion once, which is truly commendable.

These difficult teaching experiences directly led to Prader's response during a career counseling session: when Professor Snape asked her about her "future career plans," Prader replied without hesitation, "I don't want to be a professor!"

Snape and Umbridge both looked at her in surprise.

“Miss,” Snape said coldly, “I’m glad to know what I don’t want to do. But perhaps what we’re discussing today is what you want to do after you leave Hogwarts.”

Chapter 130 Refusal

Praris hadn't really thought that much about the future.

Praris could support herself simply by brewing potions whenever she had the chance, not to mention the various potion patents she held—all of which were making her money.

Praris said calmly, "Professor, I don't have a clear direction yet."

Snape looked her over carefully and said calmly, "It seems you have no intention of seeking my help?"

“Yes, sir,” Praris replied. “I think I will make a choice, but it will take some time.”

"Let the next one in," Snape said bluntly, skipping the rest of the steps.

Ahem! Umbridge coughed twice in an affected manner, forcing Prareas to stop and see what tricks she was up to.

"Is that all?" Umbridge said in a tone that seemed to be concerned for her students. "Professor Snape, this doesn't fit the standards for career counseling."

Prareas asked, "Umbridge—Principal, is career counseling for Year 6 and 7 course selection, am I right?"

“You could say that,” Umbridge said.

“Principal, thank you for your concern.” Praris smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry, with my grades, I won’t be rejected by any professor’s class.”

Other students need to consider focusing their efforts in a particular direction based on their future career goals, and appropriately drop some courses. Still others need to choose their future career based on their talents.

But Praris doesn't have this problem; almost any professor's course will open its doors to her if she so desires.

If she wanted to, she could now take most courses at the same time, only needing to consider whether there would be any time conflicts.

Anyone else here would probably think Prares was reckless, Snape was irresponsible, and Umbridge was the good headmaster who cared about the students.