HP North Star's Radiance

After saying that, she took off running away.

Pansy and Praris exchanged a glance. Praris swallowed hard. "I'm saying, there are still some differences between people, do you believe me?"

Pansy chuckled: "Let's go back to the dorm and keep an eye on Milison to prevent her from getting bloated from eating too much."

They hadn't taken two steps forward when Praris suddenly stopped and said to Pansy, "Pansy, I need to go to the restroom."

"It's not time to tell Myrtle to get a new toilet yet, is it?" Pansy teased her. "Just kidding! You go ahead! I'll go back to the common room myself."

Praris waved to her and quickly walked away.

She hurried into the myrtle's washroom.

Upon seeing her, Myrtle immediately flew towards her, sobbing, "Praeple—Baron says Professor McGonagall has been sent to St. Mungo's!"

"How could this be!" Praris asked her as he pulled a two-way mirror from his pocket. "Is Professor McGonagall seriously injured?"

"Four Stunning Spells!" Myrtle's tears instantly streamed down her face. "That toad was just too cruel!"

“I understand! But I have an urgent matter to attend to!” Praris said to Myrtle with a furrowed brow, “Please watch the door.”

After she finished speaking, she tapped the two-way mirror with her wand.

The thing had been gleaming in her pocket for a long time; she was really afraid Pansy would discover something.

"Hermione—" Before she could finish speaking, she noticed a commotion on the other side of the mirror.

Potter, Weasley, and Hermione were all facing the mirror, each looking furious.

“Plass!” Hermione exclaimed urgently. “You’re the one among us who knows Legilimency and Occlumency best. I had to find you! Harry said he saw Vader trying to kill Sirius!”

Having just learned Prareas's identity, Weasley seemed to have a lot to say, but he held it all back. His eyes held a pleading and hopeful look, as if he hoped Prareas would do something for him.

What did he want her to do? Praris couldn't understand.

“Potter, I almost doubt I ever taught you Occlumency,” Prareus clicked his tongue. “Did I say that when you realize you’ve been invaded, you have to kick the intruder out?”

Harry gritted his teeth and said, "Are you here to lecture me? To put on airs as a teacher and prove that I'm terrible at Occlumency?"

“If that’s your opinion, then there’s no point in Hermione coming to me,” Praris said coldly. “Tell me, after you sensed Voldemort’s consciousness, did you not stop him at all, but instead actively tried to explore his thoughts?”

“Yes! I didn’t!” Harry said urgently. “But Voldemort tried to break into that room in the Department of Mysteries, and Dumbledore had it guarded. If he can access my thoughts, why can’t I access his?”

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Prarese was amused and annoyed; she hadn't expected Potter to have such an arrogant idea.

On the other side is Voldemort, the instigator of the last Wizarding War, and the strongest dark wizard besides Grindelwald.

Did Dumbledore not want to defeat him?

No! It's because Voldemort was cunning enough!

Potter now wants to extract Voldemort's thoughts and reverse-engineer Voldemort's plans.

How about letting Potter take the title of the strongest white wizard? Dumbledore's courage is still slightly inferior to his!

She turned her face to the side, then turned it back, trying to suppress her mocking smile: "You understand Voldemort's mind—don't you?"

Praris said in a light tone, “Come, come, come to Myrtle’s washroom now, and I will teach you how to use mind control.”

Hermione couldn't hold back any longer. She activated the Two-Way Mirror, hoping Prader would persuade Harry. But Prader actually wanted to teach Harry Legilimency!

Hermione said urgently, "Plares, what are you—"

Harry shouted urgently at the two-way mirror, "What time is it now? Still practicing Legilimency? Yeah, of course you don't care if Sirius lives or dies, because he and Snape don't get along!"

“Ha!” Praris sneered. “Of course I’ll teach you Legilimency, otherwise how would you see all the memories I’ve woven for you in my mind?”

"If I wanted to, based on the articles I've read about Sirius Black in the newspapers, I could come up with seven or eight different ways he could die!"

“Look, Harry!” Hermione shouted to Harry, “If Prader can do it, why can’t Voldemort? He’s deceiving you; he wants you to leave the protected area! Leave Hogwarts!”

Prarese gave Hermione an approving look. Although she believed in the division of labor among people, she always appreciated intelligent people.

Prarese said coldly, “Good people are always easy to manipulate because good people are always so prone to making good decisions and acting on love. If you feel that Black is in danger, you will definitely risk your life to save him, regardless of Dumbledore’s requests.”

She was talking about Harry, but also about Winnie and herself. Although she didn't consider herself particularly kind, she was always captivated by love.

The same goes for Winnie; Voldemort doesn't need to send anyone to capture her. As long as Lady Priscilla is obtained, Winnie will obediently come to him.

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being kind! You can only say that if it doesn’t concern you!” Harry shouted angrily. “If it were Winnie Brown dying, could you be this calm? Would you take the risk? Would you tell yourself it was Voldemort’s scheme?”

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed in surprise.

Hermione knew that Miss Brown had been sent back to Voldemort's side to struggle for survival. This was practically an ominous curse!

Harry ignored Hermione's attempts to stop him: "Right now you're just watching from the sidelines, so you don't feel anything. But if it were someone close to you in danger, would you still say such things?"

“And you, Hermione,” Harry said, launching attacks with his cannon. “You just said I love saving people, but did you feel the same way when I saved you from the Dementors? Ron, did you feel the same way when I saved your sister?”

Prarese had to admit that Porter's logic and aggressiveness were strong enough to leave everyone present speechless.

“Enough! Blake won’t leave your base!” Praris sighed. “Ms. Priscilla is at the base right now. She’s injured and hasn’t fully recovered. She needs protection!”

“You don’t understand!” Harry said stubbornly. “He always wanted to get out of there, to be useful. He was lonely and in pain…”

Snapped!

It seemed that someone else had entered the classroom. Hermione suddenly turned the two-way mirror upside down to prevent her from being seen by others, and the image in the mirror quickly disappeared.

Praris was so angry that his chest ached. Potter would rather admit that Black was a reckless, disobedient, and inconsiderate person than run to the Department of Mysteries and walk into their trap!

No, she has to go see the professor; she must inform him about this!

Praris rushed out of the washroom, not even having time to thank Myrtle.

Myrtle covered her face and cried, "You rude Praris! I want to break up with you for an hour!"

“Sorry!” Praris’s voice came from the other end of the corridor.

Myrtle's bathroom was on the second floor, while Snape's office was in the basement.

Praris had just run underground when he was stopped by Milison, who appeared out of nowhere.

Millison asked, "Play, where are you going? Professor Umbridge just summoned all the action team members, aren't you going?"

"She summoned all the team members?" Praris had to stop in her tracks. "What is she going to do?"

"It sounds like they said they were catching a thief?" Milison said, somewhat confused. "Pansy said you went to the restroom. I wanted to wait for you..."

Pansy told Milison that Praris had gone to the bathroom. But Praris hadn't returned for so long, and Milison was really worried, so he let Pansy go first.

There was also her own selfish motive involved. After deciding to break with her mother, Milison became less willing to participate in the action group's activities.

Unlike other Slytherins, her dream was to be a Quidditch commentator, not a henchman for the Ministry of Magic!

Given this, would serving Umbridge help her achieve her ideal career?

Aunt Becky was delighted to learn of her decision. In her letter, she also mentioned that she had used her connections to arrange for Milison to study with a renowned commentator during the summer vacation.

In this situation, Millison was both concerned about her good friend Prarese who had been helping her, and also looking for an excuse not to become Umbridge's pawn.

Thief! Umbridge is going to catch Potter!

"Millie, you go back first! I need to see Professor Snape!" Prarese patted her hand and turned to run back to her office.

Milison stood there, stunned, and murmured, "Then...then I'll go back to the dorm first, okay? You said it..."

boom!

This was the first time Praris had so audaciously flung open the office door.

Over the past five years, her physical condition has improved somewhat, but she is still not considered strong and robust.

This rapid run almost made her trachea burst. She was breathing heavily, like a broken bellows.

“Sir! Potter—Potter—” Praris said, bracing himself on the table, “He’s going—to—the Department of Mysteries—Black—”

Snape actually caught her and whispered to her, "What do you mean! Explain yourself!"

Praris finally caught her breath and blurted out, "Potter said he saw the Man of Darkness, and the Man of Darkness wanted to kill Sirius. He's going to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius!"

Snape immediately released her hand and decisively turned to walk towards the fireplace...

"gentlemen!"

No sooner had Snape left than Draco pushed open the door and entered, but only Prareas remained in the office.

Draco raised an eyebrow: "Where did Professor Snape go? Professor Umbridge is looking for him."

Umbridge's office.

The door was wide open, but it wasn't Draco or Snape who walked in; it was Prarese.

Prarese looked somewhat puzzled, glanced around at the people in the office, and said softly, "Professor Umbridge, are you looking for Professor Snape?"

"It's you!" Umbridge looked somewhat displeased, seemingly recalling all the girl's unreliability. "Where's Professor Snape?"

Praris scratched his head: "The professor went to buy herbs. There are some herbs that aren't suitable for growing on campus. You know, for example, gill stalks, which only grow in the Mediterranean..."

Prareas wished he could delay as long as possible, so that Harry and the others could not leave to their deaths, and Umbridge would not be able to find out where the professor was.

“Ah, Prince!” Umbridge interrupted her long-winded speech, her smile suddenly turning sweet again. “Of course, you can. You’ve been serving Professor Snape all along, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Professor,” Praris replied sincerely.

“I need a bottle of Truth Potion, the sooner the better!” Umbridge said urgently. “Snape surely has one, doesn’t he?”

Praris was startled by her sudden appearance with her large face and stammered, "Uh, truth serum, is that right?"

Under Umbridge's expectant gaze, Praris opened his dark eyes and said earnestly, "You took the last bottle, didn't you? It was a whole bottle, but only three drops are needed for one interrogation, and you... used it all up?"

Umbridge's face suddenly turned grim, but her tone became even sweeter: "Can you brew truth potions, Prince? The Slytherins say you can brew almost any potion!"

Prareas glanced around at the Slytherins: Pansy was holding Hermione hostage, Crabbe had Neville in a chokehold, and Draco watched all this with a smug grin, arms crossed…

Praris nodded: "Of course, Professor. It would be my pleasure to serve you!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe she would say such a thing.

Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief and said happily, "I will reward you, Prince! You will become the president of the student council! Hurry up and prepare the truth serum! I need it urgently, preferably now."

"Now?" Praris looked surprised. "You mean, we need to use it now! But... it takes more than a month to prepare a bottle of truth serum!"

The three Gryffindors secretly breathed a sigh of relief.