HP North Star's Radiance

Praris rolled his eyes, speechless.

Whenever she felt that Draco had matured a bit, he always managed to shatter that positive impression with his abilities.

At that moment, Ernie McMillan pointed to the crucible containing Felix Felicis and suddenly asked Slughorn what it was.

Slughorn answered his question with a smile.

In an instant, everyone except Praris straightened their backs and looked at the crucible, their eyes radiating fervent desire.

Draco did the same. But then he whispered to Praris, "You should learn this!"

"I will," Praris warned him again, exasperated. "If you whisper again, I really won't talk to you anymore!"

Draco's eyes widened: "You won't give it to me?"

Prarese responded with the back of his head as a cold reply.

“We have a little over an hour left, so let’s use that time to brew a potion of living hell…” Slughorn said. “The person who makes the best one will receive this small vial of Felix Felicis…”

Before he could finish speaking, the entire classroom erupted in a clanging and banging as everyone began to "fight" as if they had been injected with adrenaline.

Draco frantically flipped through the book, whispering, "Let me have this one!"

Praris glared at him sideways: "Don't forget, there's Granger between you and me!"

"Then you win and give it to me, okay?" Draco said again.

Prarese once again responded with the back of his head as a callous reply.

She didn't need Felix Felicis, and therefore wasn't as eager to impress Slughorn as the other students, instead handling the materials methodically.

She learned the Living Hell Soup in her third year, but not under Professor Snape's guidance.

At that time, she had already begun to teach herself and set about her first work: a cheap wolfsbane medicine.

Therefore, Professor Snape had long since given up on her.

At the time, Stella was preparing for her NEWT exam, and Praris, who was helping her with her studies, also learned how to make the Living Hell Potion.

After that, she developed her own understanding of the Living Hell Potion and modified the preparation method to suit her own style.

In Potions class, Snape always had the highest expectations for her, and she almost never received any extra points in Snape's class.

It's normal for Prader to do better than other students among Prader and her mentor; only by doing better than expected does she deserve an extra point.

When Slughorn shouted "Stop!", Praris's cauldron had already turned from pink to pale white.

Draco clenched his fist excitedly: "You've got it! You really can't give me the Felix Felicis?"

Prareus pressed down on his head and turned him towards Theodore: "Whether I get Felix Felicis or not—forget about it!"

Theodore mocked Draco mercilessly: "Draco, still longing for the taste of Felix Felicis?"

Draco was truly suffering in silence!

He never drank Folic Acid!

That's fake! It's just honey water!

Slughorn walked up to Praris, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Quite good! Excellent! This is a top-quality Living Hell Potion, but—it seems you don't think so?"

Hearing Slughorn's praise, Slytherin became excited and looked at the two of them with great enthusiasm.

But when they heard his question, the group fell silent again.

“I don’t think this is the best; it’s just a relatively better version.” Prarestein nodded sincerely. “I believe Professor Snape would have done a better job.”

“Oh, of course! Your Professor Snape is a rare genius!” Slughorn laughed happily and patted her on the shoulder. “Prareth, humble child! You are as good as Stella Stewart, but with a bit more self-discipline.”

Slughorn added, "But I think you should have more faith in yourself. Let's look forward to returning to you after I've seen all the crucibles."

After saying that, he continued walking, gradually passing one cauldron after another, until he arrived at the table where Harry, the Trio, and Macmillan were sitting.

"Do you think I really need Felix Felicis?" Draco, seeing he couldn't outmaneuver him, started to argue, "I'm just curious about what it tastes like."

“Excellent, absolutely excellent!” Slughorn suddenly exclaimed. “You’ve inherited your mother’s talent, it is…”

He suddenly shut up, glanced at Harry's cauldron, and then returned to Praris's cauldron.

“Extremely difficult!” he said, his brow furrowed. “These are all exceptionally excellent works…”

After a long pause, he seemed to finally make up his mind: "Harry! This bottle of Felix Felicis is yours! You are the undisputed winner! As for Prader—you've earned ten points for Slytherin!"

Chapter 148 The Half-Blood Prince

Praris slowly turned around, looking in the direction of the Gryffindors, and fell into deep thought.

Draco, annoyed, said beside her, "Is that old man blind? Better than you? Potter? Are you kidding me?"

The other four Slytherins, including Zabini, muttered some words of resentment in hushed tones.

Zabini had always disliked Praris. A powerful and savage witch like Praris simply didn't fit his aesthetic standards.

At the same time, he also acknowledged Praris's power, especially in potions and spells.

As a Slytherin, he couldn't bear to see victory fall to Gryffindor.

Therefore, he also snorted coldly at Gryffindor with a displeased expression and rolled his eyes.

On the Gryffindor side, surprise outweighed joy.

They never imagined that Harry could make such an excellent potion.

Even Hermione asked eagerly, "How did you do that?!"

As soon as get out of class ended, Prarese walked over to Gryffindor and stood "looking down" at Harry.

The other four Slytherins followed behind her, making it look like a Sicilian mafia boss leading her underlings to cause trouble.

Hermione and Harry certainly didn't think Praris was there to cause trouble.

But when Ron saw the four Slytherin boys behind her, he instinctively stood up, wanting to protect Harry.

McMillan shouted, "What are you trying to do! Prince, can't you accept defeat?!"

Praris gave a cold, speechless laugh: "McMillan, if I may be so bold, are you trying to guess my thoughts with your rather unique perspective?"

"You, you, you!" McMillan was momentarily speechless.

If McMillan didn't think that way, why did he provoke Prarese in the first place? If McMillan did think that way, wasn't he admitting his own despicable nature?

“If they’re Slytherin!” McMillan raised his voice, “then nothing is impossible!”

The students from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff looked at them curiously, their ears perked up with gossip in their eyes.

Draco immediately took a step forward, glaring at McMillan. He was about to say something, but Prarese stopped him with his arm.

Prarees said calmly, "Of course, thank you for your compliment. I also think that Slytherins can always create miracles and do things that others cannot."

After saying that, she ignored Macmillan and said to Harry, "Potter, would you mind if I took a look at your Hellfire Potion?"

Faced with Praris, Harry immediately suppressed all his fidgeting: "...Of course."

Praris completely ignored him, looking directly at the Hellfire Elixir, muttering to himself, "Could it be... indeed... that should be it... I understand..."

Praris nodded: "I've read it. Very clever—let's go, Draco."

"Just like that?" Draco said defiantly as he followed Praris. "I don't believe Potter can beat you!"

“Draco, I know you want to protect me,” Praris said softly, “but I haven’t gone so far as to deceive myself. I accept the consequences of my actions, and I’m never afraid of any failure, nor do I make excuses for it.”

Praris's eyes shone brightly: "Potter won, that's undeniable. But victory will belong to me, and to Slytherin. Not this time, but next time."

After saying that, she picked up "Advanced Potion Making" and walked quickly forward.

Arrogance is the tombstone of genius.

Prareas displayed her talent from the very beginning of her exposure to potions. Even Potions Master Snape never truly denied her talent and was even willing to spend time on her.

In her third year, she began to try to replicate potions without a recipe, modify potion recipes of her predecessors, and make her own potions—even though the potions she developed at that time had not yet been used on people.

By fourth grade, she had already developed potions for wizards; by fifth grade, her potions had made her stand out and gained recognition from some apothecaries and potion researchers.

Prarese never denies that she has a natural talent for this, but she also believes that it is the result of her hard work and is proud of it.

Before this lesson, Praris had never imagined that any sixth-year student at Hogwarts could surpass him in potions—not even Hermione.

During the summer vacation, her inspiration potions were met with skepticism from fortune tellers.

The pharmacy owner told her, "Prince, many medicines go through this process when they first come out."

"Hmm? You mean spiritual potions?" Praris raised an eyebrow. "That's alright, time will tell."

Prarese's words were overly euphemistic.

In fact, she didn't think there was anything wrong with spiritual potions; she believed in her work.

That's her confidence in potions.

Today, Harry Potter's Hellish Soup is quite a surprise.

It could also be from being frightened!

Prarese shrugged off the other four Slytherins and found an empty classroom in the underground school, where he laid out the tools he used in class and the remaining materials.

She mentally simulated dozens of herbal treatments and potion-making techniques that Potter might use, her dark eyes fixed on the cauldron for a long time.

After pondering for a long time, she finally picked up the sleep beans and began her first attempt.

At the Gryffindor dining table.

Harry told Hermione what had happened.

The more Harry spoke, the uglier Hermione's expression became.

“I think,” Harry said irritably, “you’re probably thinking that what I did was cheating!”

Hermione's tone was rather unpleasant: "That's right, you didn't complete this process independently, did you?"

Ron looked at this and then at that, his head spinning.

He quickly tried to smooth things over between the two: "Hermione, Harry just gave it a try. Who knows if it will make him succeed or give him a zero?"

"He dared to take the risk, and so he was rewarded. But before taking the risk, Harry didn't know whether he would be rewarded or punished, did he?"

After saying that, Ron muttered to himself that there was nothing good in the notebook he had received.