HP North Star's Radiance

If Prarese continues to play dumb and pretend she can't solve these pranks, her classmates will easily become suspicious. But if she really has to help Umbridge… even the professors are reluctant to do it, so why would she be happy to?

The professor really did think things through!

“Miss, you’re mistaken.” Snape gave a knowing smile. “I do need an assistant.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Praris's mind!

No! Nothing's right!

This familiar feeling is—

Prarese's lips twitched. So this was what it felt like to work overtime with Professor Snape!

I'm fine! Praris thought! Excellent!

It's just one person watching over several cauldrons at the same time! It's just the number of potions delivered by the basketful! It's just experiencing the daily life of a Potions Professor in advance!

Damn it!

The Weasley brothers are two piles of rotten dog shit!

Hogwarts is a dung processing plant!

Hogwarts made the Weasley brothers even more awful, then produced a bunch of low-quality versions of the Weasley brothers, leaving her and Professor Snape, the two janitors, to clean up their mess!

Praris was deeply grateful for his foresight; he realized that being a professor at Hogwarts was absolutely unacceptable!

The professor was indeed very thoughtful—he knew to find someone to share his misery.

As for why so many medications are needed, that depends on the school clinic.

Warrington is hospitalized again; his skin is covered in scaly patches. Pansy has inexplicably grown antlers on her head (which is rather cute, according to Prader. Pansy's response was to give her a sharp look). Miles' eyes are swollen like walnuts... and Monta is still delirious.

In addition, there were students who pretended to be sick and ate candy to skip class, lingering in the school clinic and causing trouble for Mrs. Pomfrey.

Mrs. Pomfrey was extremely busy. In desperation, she appointed Barron, a third-year student previously recommended by Prarese, as her assistant.

Yes, it's Myrtle's "boyfriend," Baron from Ravenclaw.

Praris learned of this when Baron was sent to the potions office to retrieve new potions.

Hogwarts has been in chaos lately. Medicines in the infirmary are being poured out like water, but these medicines don't just fall from the sky!

Hogwarts used Prasris and her apprentice like an assembly line; when Sprout's herbs were delivered, she and Professor Snape were responsible for outputting them.

From the time herbs are pulled from the soil to the time they are consumed, it often takes no more than a day.

The Potions office has become an exploitative assembly line; Harry's tutoring is definitely over.

Harry was never keen on the class; he showed his reluctance several times during Snape's class, and he made another vow during Prader's class.

Now, Praris himself has stopped teaching, and he acts as if nothing happened, happily accepting it all.

He only confessed hesitantly when Hermione asked him about it.

“Potter is not a suitable candidate for Occlumency,” Prarese explained to Hermione. “I’ve made adjustments for him, but a candidate is a candidate. He can only achieve temporary Occlumency at best.”

Prarese said, "Now he can use Occlusive surgery, although he has only succeeded once. My task is complete, and the rest is up to him."

The master leads you through the door, but the rest is up to you. Her task was to teach Harry Potter Occlumency, and now that goal is achieved, she couldn't ask for more!

Hermione said worriedly, "But Ron said that Harry talks in his sleep..."

“That’s not a problem,” Praris said calmly. “As long as he shuts down his brain as soon as he realizes he’s been hacked.”

Harry's mind is like Hogwarts Castle a few years ago; invasions are commonplace. If someone is causing trouble, just like Dumbledore did, he simply kicks them out.

Hermione looked worried; she seemed to have discovered something to worry about, but she said nothing.

Prarese was too busy; she had to help Professor Snape with his work and also deal with Umbridge.

She had to keep an eye on Astoria and Milison, two potential allies who could be turned, from time to time, and also spare some attention for the sulking Draco.

Things are different now than they were a few years ago. She doesn't have time to investigate the Gryffindor trio's ulterior motives and analyze how to handle them. She can only trust that Hermione will know what she's doing.

She gradually came to understand Dumbledore's feelings.

If she has to oversee everything and investigate everyone's thoughts, she might as well do everything herself!

—But there are some things she simply cannot do, such as not being able to stop Voldemort's invasion in Potter's place.

The students only quieted down as the OWLS exam approached, and Professor Snape urged her to go back and prepare for the exam.

Praris didn't understand: "You know, I don't need to review at all."

“Miss, your arrogance had better match your OWLS report card,” Snape said coldly. “My class will not accept any student who has achieved less than ‘excellent’ in any subject.”

“Oh, of course.” Praris backed out of the office, his smile somewhat stiff. “You’re right.”

She swore to Snape at the door, "Don't worry, sir, I won't allow any other letters to appear."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly left the spot.

Before even stepping out of the corridor where the office was located, Praris sighed.

She needs to cram for the Magical Creatures Protection and Muggle Studies classes that she only attended for one class!

NEWT requires that candidates must have completed the corresponding courses to take the exam, but OWLS does not have this requirement. Therefore, Prarese enrolled in all the courses, and she was confident that she could obtain all the certificates.

It's not difficult; as long as you reach level A, you can get the certificate.

But now things are really in trouble, because Professor Snape's class requires all subjects to be graded as O!

Upon hearing this news, the three girls gasped. Millison exclaimed in astonishment, "Then you'll have to get O's in all twelve subjects!"

They only had to take nine exams, and they were so anxious they couldn't eat! Praris had to take twelve exams, and she had to get a perfect score in every single one!

“Yes,” Praris nodded heavily, “if I don’t meet this standard—”

Professor Snape's warnings echoed in her ears, and sirens blared!

Everything seemed to have returned to the days when she was working hard to get good grades in her flying class, but this time she was accompanied not only by Marcus, but by all the students in her fifth year of Hogwarts.

Prarese borrowed all the books for Muggle Studies, memorized them quickly, and then categorized and stored them.

Next, she created her own questions based on the OWLS syllabus, compiling all the textbooks into a question bank for easy retrieval during the exam.

After finishing the Muggle Studies class, it was time for the Magical Creatures Protection class.

She had a great deal of knowledge about magical creatures, but some experiential knowledge was not presented in the textbook.

Fortunately, Pansy, Daphne, and Millison all chose this course. Taking advantage of the opportunity to "teach" Praris, they verified what they had learned with each other and actually found some mistakes in their memories.

The closer the OWLS exams get, the more tense the atmosphere becomes in Slytherin.

Daphne was the first to start deceiving herself, saying, "My dad doesn't care how many OWLS certificates I have."

After a few seconds, she added, "But my mom said that as the older sister, I have to set a good example for Leah."

After a while, she said again, "Percy Weasley had twelve certificates. Did his brothers have that many certificates too?"

After a while, she added, "However, I don't want to give Leah a chance to laugh at me."

That's how she is; she'll read for a while and then start talking to herself.

Prarese thought, "Miss Greengrass, someone like you would be called 'schizophrenia' in the Muggle world."

Milison's response to stress was to eat excessively.

When she finished her own snacks, she ate Pansy's, and when she finished Pansy's, she ate Daphne's. Even the chocolates and cookies that Draco gave to Praris were eaten by Milison.

I don't know how much knowledge I absorbed from reading for an hour, but I certainly absorbed a ton of snacks.

Judging from the current trend, Milison may also target the common room tea area.

“This is how I coax myself into studying!” Milison declared emphatically.

Pansy's state was the most abstract. She opened a bottle of red wine, holding a wine glass in one hand and a textbook in the other, muttering to herself.

Once, while she was reading a book, she suddenly stood up with her wine glass in hand, facing the Black Lake, and spread her arms, making a gesture of standing against the wind.

The three people behind Pansy looked at her blankly, not knowing what had happened.

Praris craned his neck and thought for a moment: "She's drunk and thinks she's on a ship."

As soon as Praris finished speaking, Pansy turned and rushed towards the restroom. The girls quickly followed, afraid that something might happen to Pansy.

Thankfully, Pansy was unharmed; she just vomited a lot in the toilet.

After she finished vomiting, Milison and Praris each supported one of Pansy's arms and took her back to the dormitory.

Still half-asleep, Pansy stammered, "I'm seasick."

Praris and Milison burst out laughing after hearing what Pansy was saying, almost shaking her off.

Daphne wiped Pansy's mouth with a handkerchief and pointed at the two of them: "What are you laughing at! What are you laughing at! There are boats on the Black Lake, and the Black Lake is just water! With water and boats, how can you not get seasick... Pfft, hahahaha!"

Daphne couldn't help herself either, and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

After regaining her senses, Pansy felt incredibly embarrassed and took turns choking her three roommates with her arms, preventing them from spreading her embarrassing story.

In addition, Draco was more direct, openly asking Prares if he had Felix Felicis.

Praris advised him against his wild ideas: "Draco, you can't use Felix Felicis during the exam."

Draco wasn't the first person to ask her if she had Felix Felicis. The Slytherin students seemed to believe Praderne could make it.

Yes... yes, it is possible.

“It will take more than half a year to make Felix Felicis.” Praris dashed their hopes. “If we start now… you will be able to drink Felix Felicis around Halloween.”

"Ugh--"

Slytherins, including Draco, expressed their regret!

On the day the exam schedule was announced, Draco walked toward her with a dazed look in his eyes and slipped something into her hand.

“Bribe me?” Praris said helplessly. “Draco, even if you bribe me, I can’t produce Felix Felicis.”

Draco snorted unhappily, "Why would I need to bribe you? My father and the director of the Wizarding Examinations Authority..."

Amid Draco's boasting, Prareus opened his palm and slowly unfurled the silk wrapped around the "bribe."

Upon opening the silk, Praris was completely stunned.

Inside was actually a gold pendant.

Whether it's made of gold or not is completely unimportant. What matters is the somewhat unclear inscription engraved on this antique pendant—it's what she and he learned together in their ancient runic lessons!