HP North Star's Radiance

Praris spoke lightly of the spell that emanated a dark red glow and nearly soaked her dragon-skin gloves with her own blood.

Bloodthorns are indeed not a curse.

On the contrary, it is a spell created out of love.

In the seventeenth century, there was a powerful witch named Freya.

Freya and her youngest daughter live together in the remote, snow-capped mountains of Northern Europe.

One day, Freya's daughter fell ill and needed medical attention. But Freya dared not leave her daughter's side because of the increasingly serious witch trials in Europe.

Seeing her daughter suffering from illness, Freya had to choose between finding medicine and protecting her daughter.

So Freya invented a spell called Bloodthorn, which caused their shared home to be covered in thorns.

Even if someone manages to escape the banishment spell, they will die from the thorns nurtured by the witch's love.

The witch Freya believed that every witch was originally a child of the moon. The moon controlled the rise and fall of the tides on earth, and moonlight guided the tides, also drawing upon the blood within each witch's body.

Only the witch's gentle tides and moonlight can melt away the thorns that have sprung up because of love.

In the soft white light and the sound of the tide, the thorns on the brambles gradually disappeared, turning into ordinary vines, shrinking smaller and smaller until they vanished.

Dumbledore's eyes grew brighter and brighter, and he exclaimed in admiration, "I must say, this is quite a brilliant spell! A mother's deepest love has nurtured the sharpest thorns to protect her daughter."

Prareus nodded in agreement, handed the golden cup to Dumbledore for destruction, and reopened Draco's pocket watch.

At this point, only twenty minutes remained before the effects of the compound decoction wore off.

The third Horcrux, the Chalice, was successfully destroyed by the tip of the Gryffindor sword.

Praris reluctantly took off the dragon skin gloves, which were riddled with holes, and carefully put them away.

—Maybe Draco, the future great alchemist, can fix it!

Praris raised his wand and restored the rest of the treasure vault to its original state.

Dumbledore then transformed an ordinary gin goblet into the shape of a Hufflepuff goblet and handed it to Prairie.

She immediately understood Dumbledore's intention, closed her eyes, and imagined her own desire to protect her loved ones: "A thicket of thorns!"

Blood-red thorns immediately sprouted on the fake gold cup!

Dumbledore quickly added other spells, including the Ironfire Charm, and then used the Levitation Charm to put the fake golden cup back on the highest shelf.

Praris took a deep breath and said nervously, "Headmaster Dumbledore, there are fifteen minutes left."

They left the treasure vault and got into a car.

On the track, the small car sped along, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal parts.

When they got out of the car, there were only about ten minutes left.

When the compound decoction is about to expire—specifically, about three to five minutes before it expires—the characteristics of the person who drank it will gradually appear.

At that time, Praris's disguise will be exposed by the fairies! The Order of the Phoenix's operation to destroy Horcruxes may also be revealed!

Bella urged Wald impatiently, "Stop dawdling! Do you think I would lose something so important?!"

From an angle where Bella couldn't see but the fairies could, "Wald" rolled his eyes: "Lestrange! You can never be too careful in this kind of thing!"

Praris silently counted down the seconds in his mind, until the timer reached eight minutes before it expired.

The fairy who led the two into the treasure vault approached the fairy behind the counter, who then asked the fairy something in a low voice.

Praris glanced at their expressions out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure out if the fairies suspected their identities.

She felt a little uneasy. At this critical moment, Praris was afraid they would tell her to stop and ask her more questions.

Seven minutes, she thought.

The two Death Eaters, clearly disgusted with each other, strode towards the entrance of Gringotts...

Fortunately, the two teachers and students did not get stopped by the goblins until they swaggered out of Gringotts.

Two figures shrouded in cloaks walked towards a certain direction near Gringotts and quickly disappeared into a dark corner.

Praris stomped onto the carpet in Winnie's living room with a thud.

She immediately turned to look in the mirror. In the mirror, "Bellacris's" hair had already begun to straighten.

Time was of the essence; if she were even a fraction of a second later, her hair would give her away.

Neither Prairie nor Dumbledore could be sure whether tonight's arrangements would fool the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

If it goes undetected, then everything is fine. But if it gets exposed, there are two possibilities.

Either the Death Eaters believed they couldn't break through Gringotts' defenses and find Hufflepuff's Cup, or they discovered the Cup was fake and knew the Order of the Phoenix was destroying the Horcruxes.

But in either case, one thing always made her uneasy.

To date, three Horcruxes have been destroyed to the best of her knowledge—the Notebook, the Coronet, and the Cup. But the task of destroying Horcruxes seems far from over.

Of the four founders' belongings, only Slytherin's remains have not been found, and there is not a single clue to this item.

Besides this, what else could Voldemort base his creations on? Is he still creating Horcruxes now?

But none of these questions have answers.

"Do you want to come to the Order of the Phoenix?" Dumbledore asked in a good mood.

Praris shook his head: "Headmaster Dumbledore, I can't go."

It's not a question of whether or not one wants to, but whether or not one can.

Professor Snape was a double agent; both sides agreed that he should go to the other's territory, but Prarese was not.

The Order of the Phoenix's stronghold contains not only members of the Order, but also other people, such as Ginny of the Weasley family.

As a reckless family, the Weasleys charge around like bulls, making no attempt to hide their true intentions. These people could very well expose her actions, putting her in a passive position.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I will not stop a person from being with the people she loves."

“Principal, it is precisely because I love them,” Praris said in a calm and clear tone, “that a brief separation is for lasting happiness.”

Dumbledore looked at her for a long time, then said, "Plares, Severus will be proud of your growth."

Are you proud?

Prareas rested her chin on her hand, looking at the words Draco had written on the letter. She could almost picture the expression on Draco's face as he wrote them.

"Since the start of summer vacation, my mother doesn't want me to leave her side. She's always anxious and feels like something bad will happen to me somewhere."

"But personally, I think I'm already sixteen! Think about it (draws a crooked horizontal line) So what!"

"I guess it's because her father isn't home that she's feeling uneasy. So I have to stay with her all the time so she can see me all the time."

In his first few letters, Draco complained about Narcissa Malfoy's neuroticism. After Lucius Malfoy was forced to leave her, she kept a close eye on her only son, fearing that Draco might also meet with misfortune.

Draco had hoped to find an opportunity to go on a date with her, but under Narcissa's strict supervision, this was virtually impossible.

Praris wrote:

"Draco, don't worry about me. I think your mother needs you more right now than I do."

"Of course I will see you, if not now, then after school starts."

"Millison sent me a lot of Italian chocolates. She said she knew I would think of you, so she bought two boxes. The chocolates are being sent to you with this letter."

What Prarese didn't say was that Millison repeatedly emphasized she bought the chocolates for Prarese. Draco, please don't thank her, she'll throw up.

Draco was disappointed that he couldn't go on a date, but he wasn't particularly unhappy. What truly upset him were the Death Eaters who fawned over him and kicked him when he was down.

Perhaps because of the paper separating them, he preferred to express his true feelings rather than face-to-face.

"You're right, Mom needs me."

"I shared the chocolate with her, but she couldn't eat it."

"The chocolates you sent are quite nice."

"My aunt and her friends all felt that all the failures were my dad's fault. My mom was very angry."

"Yes! My dad is so amazing! It's like they're charging into battle, and my dad is taking them down one by one from behind!"

"I found some spellbooks at home, I'll send them to you to take a look."

Draco's handwriting was very messy, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

Of course, Milison didn't have a chance to be disgusted. Draco didn't mention Milison at all, instead thanking Prares for sending the chocolates.

Praris replied:

"Someone always has to take responsibility for mistakes and failures. Unfortunately, your father was in charge of doing it and got caught."

"I found a book about alchemy, and I'm sending it to you with this letter."

Are you planning to take a course in Alchemy next semester? OWL grades will be out soon.

After sending the letter, Prarese received her OWLs report card.

She was unusually nervous when she received the letter, and her mind kept wandering.

I wondered how to explain to Professor Snape that I had received a grade below "excellent" in one of my courses.

Then she thought, what if a miracle happens and she succeeds?

Praris slowly pulled the report card out of the envelope.

She dared not draw too quickly, for fear of being caught off guard by her grades in the "Protecting Magical Creatures" class.

She didn't want to draw too slowly; cutting flesh with a dull knife was too tedious.

But to her shock, the same letters followed the name of every course from beginning to end.

The letter O (excellent)

Chapter 141 The Choice of the Heart

What a great news!

Praris happily flicked the report card.

It seems she no longer needs to make excuses for her failure in front of Professor Snape. Praliss never wants to participate in this kind of last-minute, grueling activity again.

The 12 Os also mean that all professors' classrooms will be open to her, and she must choose the courses she will take for the next two years. The courses she chooses will determine her NEWT exam subjects.