HP North Star's Radiance

Chapter 138 The Conversation in Black Moon Alley

The train arrived at King's Cross Station, and Praris carried his suitcase toward the door.

“Hey! Praris!” Draco called out from behind her.

Praris turned around, the wind outside the car ruffling her loose hair: "Hmm?"

Draco's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

After a long pause, he whispered, "Goodbye."

Draco had a lot to say to Praris, and wanted to tell her how upset he was.

He hoped Prares would recognize his emotions and comfort him, as he had done in the past, and tell him what to do.

He also hoped that Praris would not see anything, so that he could maintain his dignity and pride.

But in the end, he said nothing, only offering a "goodbye".

See you later.

For the first time, Draco actually liked this line; it seemed not to be a farewell, but rather a declaration of reunion.

It's as if, upon meeting again, Praris and everything from the past will return to him.

Draco took a deep breath, silently reassuring himself.

Father was only temporarily imprisoned for the Dark Lord; didn't Aunt Bella also go to prison for the Dark Lord?

Moreover, his mother was waiting for him at the station...

He forced himself to forget what Praris had said about the Dark Lord's analysis of his father's attitude.

He forced himself to forget the fact that his father had failed to complete the Dark Lord's mission, and forced himself to appear more energetic.

Prarese and Draco locked eyes. She blinked and said cheerfully, "See you in two months when school starts."

It was as if she hadn't noticed anything at all.

She walked alone through the wall of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, boarded the bus alone, and headed alone to Black Rose Lane.

In the past, she always felt that London was very big, and that it was so, so far from King's Cross Station to Diagon Alley.

Now, before it even gets dark, she has arrived at Black Rose Alley.

In fact, she was already able to "go home" by herself, but her two elders always seemed to treat her like a child, believing that children must be taken home by adults.

Prarese knocked on Mrs. Willow's door next door and called out, "Mrs. Willow, it's me, Prarese."

Mrs. Willow, plump as she was, opened the door and exclaimed with delight, "Little Pley! You're on summer vacation!"

"Come in and sit down!" Mrs. Willow said gently. "Oh dear! What's there to be embarrassed about? Come in, come in! Let me look for something—"

Mrs. Willow's husband was a naval officer who died in the Falklands War more than a decade ago.

Living off her husband's inheritance and pension, Mrs. Willow and her daughter lived a solitary, wealthy, and free life.

Loneliness probably only accounts for one percent, but it can't be considered non-existent.

Mrs. Willow was happy to be called Mrs. Willow, and she believed that the "sponsor" who left behind a rich estate should be given the opportunity to be named after her.

Mrs. Willow ran into the bedroom, and after a while, she came out with a bunch of keys: "These are the keys little Winnie left... Oh dear! Wait a minute!"

After saying that, she hurriedly ran to the kitchen and came out with a large plate of desserts: "Little Pley, I made pudding today. Take it back and have it for dinner."

“Thank you, Mrs. Willow!” Prarese smiled as she accepted the plate.

Mrs. Willow chuckled, "No need to thank me. I just made too much and wanted you to have a taste."

Prarese didn't think she had made too much, but Mrs. Willow wouldn't allow anyone to refuse her food.

If Prarese refuses, things will turn into a back-and-forth tug-of-war—and then she'll eventually accept.

Praris, holding a plate and chewing on a piece of Yorkshire pudding, inserted the key into the door.

She pushed the door open with her elbow, then looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes on the sofa.

Praris silently swallowed the pudding, kicked the door shut, and then placed the plate in front of Dumbledore: "Headmaster Dumbledore, would you like some pudding?"

Dumbledore...

Dumbledore ate it without any hesitation.

“It’s absolutely wonderful.” Dumbledore praised Mrs. Willow’s cooking without reservation. “The last time I had such delicious Yorkshire pudding, I was only a little older than you.”

“Time flies…” Praris casually echoed his words.

A silence fell between them, but Dumbledore seemed oblivious, happily enjoying the meal with her.

“Thank you, Principal,” Praris broke the silence first.

Without Dumbledore's arrangement, the Order of the Phoenix would not have saved Ms. Priscilla.

“Plares, this is my promise to Winnie,” Dumbledore said frankly. “And of course, she has also kept her promise to me.”

"Is this related to the Department of Mysteries?" Praris said sharply. "Headmaster, isn't this kind of deal a bit too cruel!"

One life for another...

Prarese felt she was being somewhat greedy, but she still didn't approve of this deal that put Winnie at risk of her life.

“No, Prareth,” Dumbledore said gently, “it’s something else.”

Dumbledore patiently explained to Prarese, “Bellacris hates Winnie, but she can’t kill her. So she turns her attention to Prim Purnell, who is imprisoned.”

The harm should not extend to family members.

Bellacris's actions thoroughly enraged Winnie.

If Winnie has no chance against Voldemort, can't she at least fight Bellatrix?

For the sake of Purnell and Prarese, Winnie is determined to kill her.

Before the curtain of the Department of Mysteries, Winnie and Bella fought to a standstill. Winnie moved into St. Mungo's, and Bella probably won't have an easy time either.

"Do you always explain things in such detail?" Prarese asked astutely.

Dumbledore laughed and said to her with a sigh, "No, but I will learn from this."

The Department of Mysteries incident was a lesson for Harry, and also for Dumbledore himself.

Even the most meticulous person makes mistakes. Dumbledore was too far removed from his youth to fully grasp the thoughts of a young person.

Prareas accepted Dumbledore's explanation and said softly, "So, what brings you here?"

Now, Dumbledore has just been reinstated as headmaster, and Fudge has just acknowledged Voldemort's existence.

Logically speaking, Dumbledore should be very busy, so how come he has time to chat with her?

“I need your help, Prarese,” Dumbledore said.

Praris raised an eyebrow: "Help? What kind of help?"

Dumbledore left, but he left something behind.

One of the bottles contained black, curly hair.

This was taken from Winnie's fingernail; it was a hair from Bellatrix Lestrange.

Well, it's finally her turn to brew the compound decoction.

Praliss thought Dumbledore would deal with the Horcruxes himself, but she didn't expect that the Polyjuice Potion was for her to drink.

Dumbledore asked her to transform into Bellatrix Lestrange and go with him, who had used Transfiguration, to Gringotts to find the third Horcrux—the Hufflepuff Cup.

Prasley knew that Dumbledore must have had a reason for taking her along, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Listening to Dumbledore is usually the right thing to do.

Praris clapped his hands and stretched.

Tomorrow at dawn, she'll have to go to Diagon Alley to buy and prepare some herbs. Then, she'll mix them into the compound decoctions, making herself appear like an ordinary pharmacist.

It takes at least 21 days to prepare the compound decoction, which is why Dumbledore would come to see her as soon as he was on vacation.

Before leaving, Dumbledore also told Prader that Ms. Priscilla would come to see her in a few days—under the protection of a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

“No need! That’s too dangerous!” Praris said without hesitation. “I can take care of myself here on my own.”

Dumbledore bowed his head and said kindly to Prarese, who was sitting on the sofa, "Prarese, this is necessary."

“At least for Ms. Purnell, this is necessary.”

Praris fell silent, covering his face, unable to recover for a long time.

When she looked up again, her eyes were red, but she had a smile on her face: "Thank you—thank you."

When Ms. Prie arrived, Prarese was cooking lacewings.

She and two other members of the Order of the Phoenix arrived as Floo fans, appearing in the living room with a "bang".

Prarese immediately emerged from Winnie's storage room/studio, his eyes fixed intently on Ms. Prarese.

"Ms. Priscilla, you've lost weight!"

Praris and Ms. Prie spoke at the same time.

Kingsley and Lupin couldn't help but clench their fists and put them to their mouths to suppress their laughter.

Upon hearing what the other person said, the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

Ms. Priscilla has indeed lost a lot of weight. Her original oval face has become a V-shaped face, her chin has become pointed, and her cheeks are a little sunken.

Ms. Prie stepped forward and hugged Praris: "Darling, I'm sorry I made you worry."

“No, you have nothing to apologize for.” Praris touched Ms. Prie’s hunched back and said with heartache, “The only ones who need to apologize are those heartless—bad people.”

Prareus replaced the word "Death Eater" with "bad guy".

Lupin agreed, saying, "Yes, Ms. Purnell. You don't need to apologize; you've done enough!"

Yes, you should fight back when attacked by Death Eaters, but only if you are evenly matched in strength.

Lady Priscilla encountered three Death Eaters, and she herself was not an Auror with extensive combat experience like Kingsley. Since they had no intention of killing her, surrendering was the best way to ensure her survival.

According to Tonks, she saw traces of potion corrosion on the door lock.

Lupin thought that Lady Priscilla had used her obedient behavior to deceive the Death Eaters, secretly hiding a corrosive potion, and was trying to find a way to escape.