HP North Star's Radiance

"Hmm, I know." Draco remained nonchalant. "Plares, what's the big deal?"

“I’ve already said, NEWT isn’t important to me,” Draco said slowly. “In other words, do you think our family, like those families with six or seven children, has to rely on salaried jobs to make a living?”

Prareus laughed in exasperation. How could he not forget to take a dig at the Weasleys?

“Of course I remember,” Praris said in a low voice. “But I also remember someone telling me that he was going to become a famous alchemist in history.”

Praris reached into his collar and pulled out a gold necklace with a Scandinavian pendant hanging from it.

Then, she touched her pocket and pulled out an ornate pocket watch.

Praris grabbed Draco's hand, shoved the pocket watch into it, and said in an icy tone, "Tell me, are you lying to me?"

Draco's smile faded. He first sighed, then moved his lips, and finally turned his head to the other side.

After a long pause, he leaned back towards Praris: "I didn't lie to you... I wouldn't lie to you, you know that perfectly well!"

He sighed, his breathing heavy, and his warm breath brushed against Praris's neck.

“I have other things to do,” Draco said through gritted teeth. “All this trivial stuff can go to hell! You…you have no idea how I feel right now!”

“I used to have a father to rely on, but now?” Draco’s tone was very harsh. “Am I supposed to pretend I don’t know anything and waste my time on trivial matters?”

Praris closed his eyes, and Draco remained silent.

They were so close, exchanging breaths, as if drawing strength from each other.

Finally, Praris said in a low voice, "This is not something that can be ignored, Draco."

"Do you remember your father donating brooms to the Quidditch team and working to get rid of Buckbeak for you?"

"I think the person who loves you only wants you to do what you want to do, only wants you to be happy, and never wants you to give up your hobbies."

Chapter 146 is not unnecessary

Draco remained silent.

Silence piled up on him like layers of soft fabric. He couldn't understand why such softness made his chest feel so heavy.

Prarese said her father wanted her to be happy and do what she wanted. But Draco felt that this was actually her own opinion.

Draco thought with some annoyance, what does Praris, a student, know?

What an honor it was for the Dark Lord to give him a mission! How could anyone else get such an opportunity when they were still a minor?

Moreover, the task given to him by the Dark Lord is his family's last chance to turn their lives around! As long as he can complete the task, his father will regain the Dark Lord's favor, and his family will return to glory!

Is there anything wrong with giving up other trivial matters to accomplish such an important task? Why does she portray this correct action as a betrayal of his past ideals?

Ah, that's understandable.

Because Pralis knew nothing. She didn't know what Draco was doing, that he was avenging his father, or contributing to the Dark Lord's great cause!

Draco reached out and gently stroked Praris's face: "Has anyone said that about you? That you always overthink things. Believe me, what I'm doing now is what will lead me to happiness."

She understands nothing; she doesn't understand the desires that fill me right now. It's a desire for revenge, a desire to set things right, a desire to make my world a better place.

Faced with such desire, even naive ideals like becoming an alchemist have been ruthlessly abandoned.

Praris wanted to say something more, unwilling to give up easily.

She had seen Draco painstakingly study the structure and transmutation of elements, and she had seen him read many books on alchemy and practice repairing magical items for alchemy.

Praris knew that Draco didn't actually want to stop learning alchemy; rather, he was blinded by hatred and the false future promised by Voldemort.

But Draco suddenly sighed, "Alright, alright."

What can I do? To make you happy—what wouldn't I do to make you happy?

After saying that, he picked up the parchment scroll and, almost without thinking, quickly made a few marks on it with a quill pen.

Draco smiled at Praris: "Miss, you've succeeded."

Praris looked somewhat surprised; she seemed not to have expected the persuasion to go so smoothly.

But she quickly rolled up the parchment and said domineeringly, "Wait, I'll give it to Professor Snape myself."

Draco smiled again, resting his chin on his hand and gesturing to Praris with his eyes—Go!

Draco watched Praris's departing figure, recalling a sudden thought that had just crossed his mind:

"Such arguments are pointless."

"She knew I would eventually give in to her."

"Just the thought that she was persuading me because she cares about me makes me feel utterly defeated."

Yes, of course he will do that.

Just like how he would never leave his mother's side or cause her worry, no matter how unwilling he was.

Prarese clutched the parchment and quickly left the Great Hall, heading towards Professor Snape's office.

“Sir,” Praris said softly, “Draco is changing his sixth or seventh year curriculum.”

Snape's gaze first fell on the parchment scroll, then moved to Prareas's face.

"It seems Prefect Praris is quite adept at serving his fellow students, is that it?" Snape said in his cold and sarcastic tone. "Or has Draco broken his leg in just half an hour and is unable to come to me?"

Praris lowered his head in silence.

Knowing Professor Snape as she did, any excuse or sophistry would only highlight her own incompetence.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Snape sneered, picked up the parchment, glanced at it, and then threw it in front of Prareth.

“I understand,” Snape said with a sneer. “If this is all you wanted to say to me—then I can only say that you’ve regressed quite a bit in these three years, almost like your mother!”

Snape never held back when he berated Prarese, just like a parent never hesitates to discipline their own child.

This is like a "smile curve." The two ends that are being criticized the most are Gryffindor and her own niece and the student she raised.

Praris quickly shook his head: "No, I have other questions for you. How did you become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? You know, that position is held by..."

"Cursed?" Snape retorted sarcastically. "Since Remus Lupin is still alive and kicking, I have nothing to worry about!"

Snape impatiently shooed him away: "Come on, Praris! I don't have time to waste on such trivial matters!"

Praris quickly said, "No, I have one last question. What's wrong with Principal Dumbledore's fingers?"

“Miss, I assume I’m not Dumbledore’s health advisor?” Snape said impatiently. “Either you ask Mrs. Pomfrey, or you ask him directly.”

Prarese's trip was fruitless; Snape was almost unwilling to answer any of her questions, only constantly changing the subject.

But in Praris's eyes, answering is one thing, and not answering is sometimes another.

She had to go to class first; there was an advanced Transfiguration class taught by Professor McGonagall in the morning.

After briefly reviewing the Transfiguration courses of the past five years, Professor McGonagall announced that this year she will be teaching "Human Transfiguration".

"I believe some students may remember that I once told you that Transfiguration is one of the most complex and dangerous courses," Professor McGonagall said very seriously. "And human transfiguration is arguably the most dangerous part of Transfiguration, requiring the user to have powerful magic and precise control."

"If anyone disobeys my instructions during the learning of human transformation and performs transformations on themselves or their companions without authorization, then they will be permanently removed from my classroom."

After the warning, Professor McGonagall's tone softened somewhat, and she asked, "Can anyone tell me what comes to mind when you think of human metamorphosis?"

Praris hesitated before saying, "Disguise Magus?"

“Excellent, Miss Prince, Slytherin, five points,” Professor McGonagall said approvingly. “The Disguise Magus are born with the ability to shapeshift, easily changing their appearance. But other wizards don’t have this ability, so we need to learn it thoroughly…”

Prarese recalled that Dumbledore had lengthened her arms, which was an application of the Transfiguration technique.

Of course, human transformation is not just about changes in body size, but also about turning a person into a biological organism.

For example, Barty Crouch Jr. turned Draco into a weasel, Sersi the Witch turned the sailor into a pig, and Animagus.

Animagus is a very special form of human deformity and is generally not included in the study of ordinary human deformities.

From Professor McGonagall's words, Prarese understood even more how dangerous Barty Jr.'s actions had been for Draco.

However… her own actions were also extremely dangerous. She didn't use anti-polymorph magic to save Draco; instead, she used a spell to directly undo the transformation.

It's a miracle that Draco is still alive after all the trouble she and Barty have caused.

Professor McGonagall spent the entire class discussing failed human body transformation cases, precautions, and key points of use, leaving them no time for practical application.

Her attitude made it clear that human deformities are extremely dangerous!

There were two Potions classes in the afternoon, and Praris decided to take advantage of the lunch break to bother Dumbledore again.

When get out of class ended, she deliberately stayed until the very end, using the pretext of asking a question to tell Professor McGonagall that she wanted to see Dumbledore.

Professor McGonagall looked at her and asked, “Miss Prince, what is the reason this time? I think Professor Snape and I can solve most of the problems.”

"Uh..." Praris couldn't come up with a good reason, "It's probably similar to the reason last time!"

Professor McGonagall looked at Praris with a serious expression, while Praris thought he would be rejected by Professor McGonagall.

“Sour soda,” Professor McGonagall said. “The password is soda—it would be better if you went a little later.”

"Why?" Praris asked curiously.

Professor McGonagall maintained her serious expression: "If we go too early, Dumbledore might still be having lunch in the Great Hall."

It means there's no one in the principal's office.

Praris blinked blankly: "Uh, okay?"

Professor McGonagall suddenly laughed and patted her on the shoulder: "Miss Prince, it's time for us to have lunch."

While eating, Prareas kept an eye on Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye. As soon as he saw Dumbledore put down his cutlery, Prareas immediately finished his lunch and followed him.

She soon realized that the password she needed was useless. After opening the office door, Dumbledore stopped and stood in the doorway waiting for her.

—Just like she blocked the train door to let Harry out.

"Sir, how did you injure your hand?" Praris asked bluntly. "I hadn't seen it by mid-July."

Dumbledore grunted, "Plares, after that... it's a rather long story."

“Then let’s get to the point,” Praris said curtly. “Is it because of the Horcrux? Why did you leave it in your possession? Is it difficult to heal?”

Showing weakness to the enemy at this moment will bring no benefit whatsoever.

After the Death Eaters killed members of the Order of the Phoenix and Director Burns, who supported Dumbledore, Dumbledore needed to demonstrate his strength and intimidate his enemies, rather than preserving evidence of his inadequacy!

In this world, Prarese couldn't think of anyone who could harm Dumbledore—except for Voldemort's schemes.