HP North Star's Radiance

Malfoy scoffed, “I think I can teach them a lesson this time. I bet I can send Potter back to his filthy Muggle family.”

Praris withdrew his gaze: "Alright, I'll look forward to it. Now you should get on with your plans and give myself some time."

Perhaps Professor Snape thought she had too much energy after what happened last time, because he gave Pralis a mountain of homework, some of which were even the latest assignments from the upperclassmen. There was also a pile of books, and she had to write a paper for each one after finishing it.

Even more terrifying, if Prares were to fail to achieve an "E" or higher in even one subject, Snape would say, "Miss, you wouldn't want to know what the result is."

Praris was going crazy. She was planning to give up flying lessons since she could get "E" or even "O" grades in her other courses anyway.

But now she can only get Marcus to teach her how to ride a broom, and for that she also has to tutor Marcus in other subjects.

At this point, some people might wonder, how can Prares, a first-grader, tutor Marcus?

Please, Marcus is good at practical skills and physically strong, but he's a complete academic failure.

Marcus covered his face and said, "I hope I won't be the first prefect who can't graduate."

Prarese said stiffly, "I hope I won't be punished by Professor Snape."

These two unfortunate friends found a deep resonance in each other's hearts at that moment, and under the "dark clouds" above their heads, they buried themselves in their studies.

Speaking of flight lessons, Prader gets annoyed. At the beginning of the semester, she could still "instruct" Malfoy on takeoff maneuvers using her written knowledge, but now she can only guarantee that she won't crash while flying.

You know, she had never even been on an airplane, and brooms are really uncomfortable to sit on; she kept feeling like she was going to slip off.

“You’re flying too conservatively,” Marcus said tactfully.

Praris shrugged. "But it's safe, isn't it? At least I haven't fallen."

“No Quidditch player has ever been without falling off his broom,” Marcus tried to correct her.

Praris sighed. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Ride a broomstick like I'm going to my death?"

“Well, you do need that feeling of going all out, but not to the point of being ready to die,” Marcus said helplessly. “You won’t die from falling off a broom.”

Praris looked at him: "Marcus, you know, I've read a lot of books..."

Marcus waved his hand: "Alright, alright, I'll watch over you, like Mrs. Hodge. If you fall, I'll kidnap Mrs. Pomfrey right away, and I'll make sure you're jumping around again tomorrow. Is that alright?"

"That's fantastic!" Praris punched him on the shoulder. "I believe in you!"

That being said, Praris rode around all afternoon and only managed to get a nod from Marcus: "Given our relationship, I'll allow you to get an A."

"I need to figure out how to prevent Professor Snape from killing me," Praris sighed.

Chapter 16 Mutual Torture

When Praris returned to the dorm, Millison was laughing hysterically: "Honey, this is outrageous! Everyone else is memorizing texts and learning how to wave a wand, and you're working overtime riding a broomstick."

"I never want to see a flying broomstick again after the exams, not even Quidditch," Praris said wearily, lying on the bed with a dazed look in her eyes.

Although the flying broomsticks have invisible cushions, she still has to keep her legs tightly closed in order to sit steadily on them. This causes her inner thighs to become chafed and red, and her bones also ache a little.

Isn't there anything that can fly without riding a broom?

Look, Hermes has flying boots, and Icarus has wings made of wax and feathers. Can't you wizarding ancestors be a little more creative?

Unfortunately, her predecessors wouldn't listen to Praris's advice, so she could only continue her struggle with the flying broomstick.

See? The first person she ruled out when searching for her relatives was Quidditch player Anna. This clearly shows that she has no connection with Quidditch.

Fortunately, the flight course only lasts one semester, and she'll be able to get rid of this damn broom next year.

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“You’re right!” Malfoy changed the subject, drawing out his words. “I really didn’t expect you to want to join the Quidditch team? Looks like you’re not such a tasteless wizard after all.”

Praris ignored him and turned to say goodbye to Marcus: "Marcus, see you in the classroom on the fourth floor tonight."

"What are you doing? You're going on a date with him? He's five or six years older than you!" Malfoy exclaimed incredulously, his eyes wide like a moon-obsessed beast.

Praris gave him a disdainful look: "Malfoy, if your head is full of this useless garbage, you should just admit defeat to Potter sooner rather than later, so you can at least save some face."

Malfoy shuddered inwardly. He felt that Prince's tone of voice and his expression were becoming more and more like Professor Snape.

"How can you blame me?!" Malfoy shrank back. "Didn't you say...?"

"Stop talking nonsense, what do you want from me? Library search service costs 5 Sickles per use," Praris said, arms crossed, looking bored.

Oh, she still has five books to read, which correspond to five papers. After finishing the papers, she also needs to prepare for Professor Snape's possible questions. To avoid being ridiculed by the Dean from every angle, she has far more to prepare than just the papers themselves.

Snape was sarcastic, but he rarely used direct metaphors, such as describing someone as a troll. Praris had only encountered this situation once.

It turned out that it was definitely a beginner's protection period, and she preferred to be criticized like that. Most of the time, he would directly point out your faults and mistakes, and say things like, "People with talent like you probably don't lack the ability to think of these things, but rather you're unwilling to show this valuable knowledge to your poor professor, right?"

After each of Snape's critiques, Prairie would fall into deep self-doubt: Am I really that ignorant? Am I really that naive? Why didn't I notice such an obvious mistake before? I really didn't think that way!

Damn it, Professor Snape was clearly not like that with the other Slytherins!

Look at what he said to Malfoy!

"listen to me!"

"You've done a good job."

"Sit down, it's nothing serious."

Prares's dark eyes stared intently at Malfoy, like a black vortex, sending chills down Malfoy's spine.

“Prince, uh, look what I found!” Malfoy quickly changed the subject. “You’re right, Weasley got bitten by that dragon, and his finger is swollen. I found an excuse to go in and got this.”

It was a letter tucked inside the book, a letter saying they were preparing to send away the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon on Saturday.

Malfoy said smugly, "You should admit that I can do some things that you can't."

"Looks good, I won't charge you." Praris glanced at the letter with some interest and said slowly, "What are you planning to do? Why haven't you brought Crabbe and Goyle with you lately?"

“You know, their injuries haven’t healed very well. You know, if I could catch Potter red-handed…” Malfoy said excitedly.

Praris slammed the book shut: "Look what our young Malfoy is saying? Caught red-handed? Saturday midnight? If my comprehension hasn't deteriorated, you're planning a night out?"

“Otherwise, they could simply deny it,” Malfoy said, frowning. “I wouldn’t admit it either.”

"I think you just want to see a dragon, don't you?" Praris laughed speechlessly. "If you don't want Slytherin to lose points too, abandon your stupid plan. If you catch Potter, it means you've also been out at night. Potter loses points, and you lose points too. Are you two having a competition to see who loses more points?"

Malfoy feigned annoyance, as if he'd been caught out: "Prince! I came here to discuss how to deal with Potter, not to listen to you preach about school rules! You good little Slytherin!"

"Thank you for the compliment, I truly am a Slytherin's good boy. Anyway, you should abandon this plan! On Saturday night, you are not allowed to step out of the common room, the prince is watching you!"

Praris pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then at him.

Malfoy was furious: "I will prove to you the feasibility of my plan!"

Praliss didn't care what he was thinking. She really couldn't understand why Malfoy always wasted his time capturing the Gryffindor trio. Didn't he have anything else to do?

The image of Malfoy asking her if she was going on a date with Marcus flashed through her mind. Could it be that Malfoy was gay? Did he have twisted feelings for Potter?

Prarese was not unaware of such matters; after all, the Book of Romans in the Bible speaks of them, albeit in an opposing view.

She quickly shook her head, trying to banish these strange thoughts from her mind. Was she crazy? This was even more disgusting than the garbage in Malfoy's head!

In short, Malfoy held his head high and swaggered away.

Praris ignored him, went back to his dorm to get his laptop, and went up to the fourth floor.

There was also a not-so-bright Marcus waiting for her there.

Honestly, Prareas and Marcus, their senior, have entered a phase of mutual torment. Marcus knows nothing when asked, while Prareas exhibits a duality of cowardice and recklessness on the broom—cowardly to the extreme and reckless to an absurd degree.

Prarese knew that struggling students were hard to teach, but she didn't know they could be this hard!

Marcus's knowledge base can be described in another way:

You said to put the wine glasses in the cabinet, you need to open the cabinet door, put the wine glasses in, and then close it.

Marcus would ask, "Does the cabinet have doors?"

After you explained the concept of cabinet doors, you stated that doors are part of cabinets.

Marcus would ask, "Then how do I open the cabinet?"

You say, reach out, grasp the doorknob, and pull it open.

Marcus might ask: What is the relevant knowledge point about door handles?

Praris felt like a creator god, filling Marcus's barren knowledge base from day one.

She even began to wonder if it was a mistake to seek training from Marcus in order to pass her flight lessons. Perhaps she should have gone to Stella, even though Stella was recently going through a breakup with her boyfriend.

Being a teacher must be this painful, which explains why Professor Snape always had such a long face.

She couldn't handle one Marcus; if the four houses produced four Marcus for her to teach, she could blow Hogwarts to smithereens.

When the tutoring session ended, Marcus was deeply moved: "If I graduate successfully, I will be forever grateful to you, Praris."

Praris's updo was a little disheveled; she had pulled at it countless times. Her eyes were blurry with tears as she said, "Believe me, I want you to graduate smoothly more than you do!"

The only consolation was that Marcus gave all his allowance to Praris as payment for tutoring.

Praris was absolutely certain that this was compensation for emotional distress!

Little did she know that Marcus would torment her for even longer. Even after she finally achieved an "E" in her flight lessons, Marcus's remedial course wasn't over.

On Saturday night, Prarese, with her long hair down, wearing a black nightgown and a school uniform cloak, sat on the sofa in the Slytherin common room.

“Prince!” Malfoy chuckled angrily. “Don’t you think you’re being savage?”

“Of course, thank you for the compliment. I believe savagery is a compliment to female dominance. When men can’t do anything to us, they call us savage,” Prarese said, leaning back on the sofa and waving her wand. “If it were Potter or Weasley who bound you, you would just call them despicable.”

“We’ve let Potter and his dragon escape, what better chance do we have to kick him out of school? Let me go!” Malfoy struggled violently.

Praris yawned. "Of course, I'll let you go, but that will have to wait for the right moment. Would you like to hear a story? I'll see what I can read to you."

"I do not--"

"Would you like to hear a comedy or a tragedy? It's late at night, we should listen to something cheerful, how about A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

Prarese acted like a dictator, refusing to let Malfoy leave no matter what he said.

A short while later, Malfoy frowned and said, "This Muggle's father is no good! My father would never make me do something I didn't want to do!"

After a while, Malfoy said angrily, "Foolish Muggles, you've forgotten your goal because of a little potion!"

Praris was a little sleepy and mumbled, "It's a bit like an aphrodisiac, but like an aphrodisiac, the love brought by drugs isn't real love. Even if you've experienced brief happiness, people who have enjoyed false love will crave real love. People who use aphrodisiacs, even when they're immersed in love, will be afraid that their partner might suddenly wake up."

"This is unfair to Demetrius..."