HP North Star's Radiance

Just as Prareas thought, Bella, who was suddenly arrested more than a decade ago, certainly didn't have time to find a place to keep her keys, and she couldn't possibly have any personal belongings while in jail.

There is absolutely no Gringotts key on Bellatrix right now!

The fairies had no suspicions to begin with, and now they quickly found the key and led Bella and Wald to the vault.

The two people and the fairy got into the car without any trouble. "Wald" possessed the fairy and took out a strange metal from the fairy's pocket: "This is what fairies use to control fire dragons."

"You cast a soul-stealing spell on the fairy?" Praris exclaimed in surprise. "I didn't see it at all!"

“People often praise my magic, and I usually humbly tell them it’s nothing, after all, I’m over a hundred years old,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “But to you—Plares—I’d say that in a few years, you will be able to do it too.”

“For us, learning magic is not a difficult thing,” Dumbledore said gently, shaking the metal object. “But if we want to pursue greater power, we need some patience and to undergo the test of time and our hearts.”

Amidst the dragon's roar, Dumbledore patiently imparted his experience to Praris.

Praris understood.

Dumbledore was teaching her how to walk on the right path, not to take shortcuts in pursuit of greater power, and not to become like Winnie and Quirrell.

This is the wrong path that many relatively intelligent students may take – resisting temptation is always much harder than imagined.

Under Dumbledore's magic, the goblin placed his hand on the wooden door, and the door gradually disappeared.

Prareus and Dumbledore together lit their wands, illuminating the objects in the cave.

Behind the wooden door was a treasure trove overflowing with riches—the Lestrange family's wealth was truly astonishing!

The house is full of things, but most of them are classified as junk.

Praris examined them closely and said softly, "These things—"

Praris sensed that each item possessed powerful magic.

“They are under various spells, including the Unforgivable Curse,” Dumbledore said succinctly. “Do not touch them.”

“But the Summoning Charm has no effect on Horcruxes.” Prareus had consulted the Crown before. “How are we supposed to find the Hufflepuff Cup?”

After saying that, Praris took out his pocket watch, glanced at it, and announced the time: "One hour before the compound decoction expires."

Half an hour has passed since I drank the medicine.

“The gold cup has a badger design on it,” Dumbledore said.

Time ticked by, and the wand's illumination range was not large. Prareas had mild night blindness, and Dumbledore was old and frail, so the two of them inevitably bumped into each other.

These treasures were enchanted with a splitting spell, causing them to quickly divide into several pieces upon contact.

At the same time, they also possessed the Ironfire Spell, causing the temperature of the split treasures to rise instantly, scalding them one after the other.

Praris had to cast anti-spells and counter-spells on them to restore them to their original state and prevent his actions from being exposed.

Special thanks to my tutor Winnie Brown for teaching me the basic principles of spell decryption and counter-spells.

The pocket watch indicated that there were still forty minutes before the compound decoction was to be taken.

"Headmaster!" Praris exclaimed, "Is that what you see up there?"

She stood on tiptoe and pointed to a shelf that was almost up to the ceiling.

Damn it, how creative is Bellatrix Lestrange!

The Flying Spell isn't working anymore, so how are the two of them going to get the golden cup down?

Moreover, the golden cup will split apart if it is touched!

“We can’t use the Summoning Charm, and we can’t use Apparition inside the vault either,” Praris said thoughtfully. “Could we use the Levitation Charm? To make it float off the shelf and fall down.”

Dumbledore patiently replied, "There is a counter-curse."

"Turn other objects into boxes or ladders?" Praris continued, "and use them as stepping stones to get up?"

Dumbledore blinked. "Good idea, if it doesn't have the Ironfire Charm."

“If only you had brought the phoenix,” Praris said. “The phoenix could have brought down the golden cup.”

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I'm afraid it'll be a bit too hot to handle."

Praris was a little surprised. Phoenixes are afraid of being burned? Aren't they reborn in fire?

Praris racked her brains but couldn't come up with a good solution. She opened her pocket watch and saw that there was only half an hour left before the effects of the compound decoction wore off.

For a moment, she became anxious, biting her lip, unable to think of a solution.

Suddenly, she turned to Dumbledore: "Headmaster..."

Dumbledore responded.

Praris said rather rudely, "Headmaster Dumbledore! Does Transfiguration affect a person's psychological age? The effects of Polyjuice Potion will wear off in half an hour!"

Dumbledore smiled and winked at Praris.

With his new appearance, his originally kind smile now seemed somewhat playful: "Transformation is a good idea, why not change yourself?"

"Make my arms longer!" Praris thought in surprise. "Why didn't I think of that!"

“But it’s enchanted with a Split Charm!” Praris said. “If I touch the Chalice—”

It's likely that a bunch of golden cups will grow there.

Dumbledore said calmly, "You have a pair of dragonskin gloves, the kind you use for potions."

Praris immediately pulled out the dragon skin gloves he always carried from his pocket.

Dragon skin gloves have insulating properties!

Dumbledore took out his wand and touched Praris's arm, which immediately grew longer.

As a former professor of Transfiguration, Dumbledore's Transfiguration skills were quite advanced.

Praris's arms stretched longer and longer, but she did not feel out of control.

She focused intently on controlling her arm, carefully avoiding letting it touch the treasures around her.

Finally, Praris touched the handle of the golden cup.

Dumbledore touched Prasris's arm again, and the long arm quickly contracted, the golden cup contracting along with the arm.

"Great!"

As soon as Praris finished speaking, she suddenly felt a stinging sensation in her palm.

As her arm contracted, the golden cup drew closer and closer to her, and she could finally see what it looked like.

The cup was wrapped with rings of blood-red thorns, like the barbed wire used to guard against theft on some courtyard walls!

“Bloodthorn?!” Praris stared in surprise.

Chapter 140 The Hufflepuff Cup

Praris removed Hufflepuff's golden cup through his dragon-skin gloves.

The crimson thorns wrapped around the golden cup pierced the dragon-skin gloves and dug into her skin.

Without the beard and glasses to conceal it, a hint of worry was visible in Dumbledore's eyes.

Winnie was determined to return to Voldemort's side for her best friend. So, he briefly rewrote Winnie's memories, allowing her to deceive Voldemort initially.

Voldemort used mind control on his men without restraint, but he always looked down on the cowardly. Therefore, although Winnie's Occlumency was not very sophisticated, her cowardice became her camouflage, allowing her to deceive Voldemort.

After Ms. Purnell was rescued, Winnie Brown asked Snape to pass a message to Purnell.

As Winnie's best friend, Purnell knows Winnie as well as she knows herself.

First, Purnell will definitely take care of Praris.

Secondly, neither Purnell nor Prarese is short of money.

In that case, Winnie's words seem somewhat superfluous.

During his illness, Purnell thought about it for a long time and hesitated for a long time.

Finally, she made up her mind and told the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were looking after her that she wanted to see Dumbledore.

“The usual place is Gringotts,” Prim Purnell, pale-faced, whispered to Dumbledore.

"Gringotts...take good care of Praris?" Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully.

Winnie's words were not directed at Purnell, but at Dumbledore.

The Fidelity Spell prevents Winnie from revealing the true answer, or she will suffer the backlash of the spell.

As a witch with an extreme understanding of spells, Winnie managed to circumvent the limitations of the Faithful Charm, conveying her message by interweaving it with her love for Prim and Praris, thus fulfilling her promise to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore quickly extracted crucial information: Hufflepuff's Cup was in Gringotts. Moreover, his operation required Prader's assistance.

After careful elimination, Dumbledore identified Bellatrix Lestrange and the Lestrange family vault among the Death Eaters whom Voldemort trusted most.

The only thing that made Dumbledore hesitate was what role Prarese played in this.

If given a choice, Dumbledore certainly wouldn't have wanted to involve underage students. But after the Department of Mysteries incident, Harry changed Dumbledore's mind.

Dumbledore's personal charm lies in his willingness to give trust.

He obtained Bellatrix's hair from Winnie's fingernails and resolved to involve the child in Gringotts' operation, having her brew Polyjuice Potion and impersonate Bellatrix.

As Snape said, and as he himself observed from afar, Prarese was a bright and thoughtful boy.

Hermione, born into a Muggle family, Prader, a half-blood... bloodline never represents ability.

Dumbledore was pleased, hoping that Prareth's presence would shake some of the Slytherins's resolve.

As Dumbledore and Prasris were harmoniously teaching and learning, the golden cup drew ever closer to them as Prasris's arm contracted.

In the final moments of victory, Praris exclaimed in surprise, "Bloodthorn?!"

At that moment, Dumbledore suddenly realized what was going on.

Winnie wanted Dumbledore to bring Prasris along so that she could break this rare spell.

Without hesitation, Prarese raised his wand and aimed it at the golden cup.

A soft white light emanated from the tip of the wand, and Praris called out, "Tides!"

The soft white light illuminated the golden cup and Praris's hands, while the sound of ocean waves echoed in the air.

Seeing Dumbledore staring at her hands, Prarese said, “Headmaster, it’s nothing. Ah, I mean, it’s not a curse.”