HP North Star's Radiance

In Draco's memory, his mother Narcissa pleaded with Voldemort in a trembling voice, "Draco... he couldn't do such a thing!"

At the outset of receiving the mission, he too harbored a burning desire for revenge. He naively believed that Dumbledore was responsible for his father's downfall.

So, everything will be alright as long as Dumbledore dies.

But this road seemed to be more difficult than he had imagined.

He hasn't accomplished anything yet, but he's already made two people who love him shed tears.

"It's not a matter of whether I can or can't, it's that I have no choice but to do it!" Draco hugged Praris tightly, his breathing heavy. "Believe me, once this is over and the Dark Lord is in power, all the evil will be nothing!"

“Absolutely not!” Praris broke free from his embrace and said mournfully, “You don’t know what murder means! In murdering and destroying a person, your soul will also be torn apart! It’s a scar that will never fade!”

Draco had a lot to say to refute Praris.

He wanted to say that few Death Eaters hadn't stained their hands with blood. He also wanted to say that his father, leading a group of Death Eaters, almost killed Harry Potter in the Department of Mysteries—so how could he be afraid of killing?

But he couldn't bring himself to say any of these rebuttals.

Draco looked deeply into Praris's eyes, realizing he couldn't lie to her. He couldn't tell her he wasn't afraid at all, couldn't say he enjoyed it...

His heart skipped a beat when he learned of Katie Bell's tragic condition. He was genuinely terrified, fearing he might actually kill her.

That's ridiculous!

As a father's son, he was such a coward that he didn't even dare to kill a person!

"What's it to you!" Draco suddenly exclaimed. "What kind of relationship do we have? What right do you have to tell me what I'm planning to do? Are you pitying me? Do you think I can't do these things? Do you think I'm incompetent and cowardly?"

Draco, like a bluffing panda, tried to provoke Pralis away with his angry demeanor so that she would no longer interfere with his flawed plans.

Praris was stunned.

Draco thought she was frightened by him.

He was about to say something when, to his surprise, Praris suddenly stared at him sharply: "Is that so? So you think I'm someone who has nothing to do with you? So you think my love for you is just pity? So you think I should just turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to your situation?"

"—Is that what you think?"

This is terrible.

Praliss's heart hardened like stone in an instant. She was saddened by Draco, pained for him, and worried about him, yet he said—what kind of relationship do we have!

Does that mean she has no right to interfere with him?

Draco felt short of breath, as if a fire was burning inside him.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

“Since we never really had any connection to begin with,” Praris said calmly, “I can only wish you success.”

After saying that, she wrapped her scarf tighter and turned to walk directly toward the castle.

"Praris!"

Draco suddenly shouted, startling the tits in the tree.

Praris stopped and said coldly, "Is there something you need?"

"I...I..." Draco stammered, unable to think of what he wanted to say.

“So, it’s over between us,” Praris said calmly. “I know your big secret, so I won’t let you suffer any losses.”

“In the past, I thought there was no need to say these things, since I didn’t think there was anything special about them. But since we have nothing left to say, at least I want you to know who you used to be close to.”

“I know you hate wizards from Muggle families and look down on people who aren’t pure-blood. Unfortunately, I’m a half-blood—that’s all.”

After saying that, Praris strode toward the castle.

In the underground classroom, Praris sat in front of the crucible.

The fire in the fireplace and under the crucible warmed her, and the familiar place and work soothed her soul.

Praris didn't regret saying goodbye, but she wasn't happy about it either.

Prareas knew perfectly well why Draco spoke without thinking. He wanted Prareas to stop interfering with his "mission," so he used such words to provoke Prareas.

However, Praris's body was light, but her bones were heavy; she was not someone who could be summoned and dismissed at will.

She cares deeply about her relationship with Draco, so Draco's actions are seen as excessive by her.

Although they never truly expressed their love for each other, Prarese believed that they both had genuine feelings for one another.

If he were to treat their relationship so lightly just to prevent Prarese from interfering with his actions, what would he consider that relationship to be? And what would he consider Prarese to be?

Yes! She didn't make any promises, but she truly gave her love. Draco couldn't act on his own whims, do whatever he wanted, and casually trample on her feelings, trying to force her to give in with her love.

Language has power; it can be a comforting warmth or a stabbing knife.

How distraught she was when she learned Draco had become a Death Eater! Pralis was filled with worry for him, but Draco used his sharp tongue to try and drive her away.

Is she always rational, always invulnerable, always able to see through everyone's thoughts and make the right decisions?

Her heart, too, can break.

If Draco insists on pushing her away, then she—

Praris let out a long sigh, as if exhaling his own soul.

Prarese lowered her head and mechanically continued her research. Her expression was almost cold, as if she wasn't saddened by the matter at all.

In Potions class.

Prareas sat at one end, Draco at the other, and in the middle were three Slytherin students.

Theodore looked this way and that, a sigh on his face, and patted Draco on the shoulder.

Draco glanced at him sideways but said nothing.

In this lesson, Slughorn taught about a potion called the Rejuvenating Awakening Agent.

This potion does not awaken people or animals, but rather revive, stabilize, and to some extent repair magical items.

For example, some magical items will become "dull" if they are left to gather dust for too long, and their effects will be greatly reduced when they are reused. Similarly, some wands become "tired" after excessive use, and the spells they cast are not as effective as before.

These minor problems don't require a trip to a specialized shop for repair; just a few drops of reviving potion can restore the magical item's brilliance.

However, this kind of repair involves the wizard activating the magical item and allowing it to repair itself.

Reviving potions cannot repair physical damage or severe damage, such as a wand that has been broken, or magical items that have been severely contaminated by dark magic or curses.

Therefore, reviving and sobering agents cannot truly replace the work of stick makers and flying broomstick maintainers.

During the creation of the revival and sobering agent, Praris unexpectedly discovered that adding the powders of Angelica dahurica and Agrimonia pilosa in three separate batches would be much more effective than adding them all at once.

Prarese followed the steps she had tested meticulously, paying close attention to each step and immersing herself fully in the process.

Finally, a revival potion that perfectly matched the description in "Advanced Potion Making" appeared before her eyes.

Slughorn walked past Ravenclaw and stood before Slytherin.

“Hmm?” Slughorn looked at her cauldron in surprise. “Undoubtedly! Undoubtedly! This is excellent! Praris, your progress is much faster than I expected!”

“Professor Slughorn,” Prarese looked up at him, “I hope that when you come before me again, you will still think so.”

This is very similar to what she said to Slughorn in the first lesson.

Slughorn smiled knowingly: "I understand! I completely understand what you're thinking! I've taught many excellent students before, and they all had similar thoughts to yours. People always want to be the best—I'll always appreciate that kind of ambition in young people!"

After saying that, Slughorn continued walking toward the remaining students, glancing down at their crucibles.

Praris waited patiently.

She had already taken ninety-nine steps and wasn't in a hurry for the last one.

Finally, Slughorn arrived before the three Gryffindors.

"Hmm, not bad! Harry, your potions are still amazing... I never imagined I could teach two such talented students at the same time!" Slughorn praised the two highly. "Praris Prince and Harry Potter's potions are both excellent! So much so that I can't tell who is better!"

Slughorn hesitated for a moment, a conflicted expression on his face. It seemed that Praris and Harry's potions were evenly matched, leaving Slughorn unsure how to decide.

After a long pause, he finally made up his mind: "Plares, your crafting technique is more refined, and the potion you obtained is slightly better—of course, Harry's is also very good. I look forward to your next performance!"

Competition breeds progress, Slughorn thought to himself. Harry had ignited Pralis's competitive spirit, causing her to improve rapidly.

Slughorn believes that Prares's outstanding performance will also inspire Harry's potential!

Chapter 154 The Salamander's Tail

As soon as Slughorn finished speaking, the students from the other three houses immediately turned into sunflowers, all looking towards where Praris was.

Over the past five years, Hogwarts students have become accustomed to Praris's power.

But since September of this year, she has unexpectedly lost to Harry Potter in her best subject.

Many students thought that Praris was going to suffer a setback in potions studies.

Unexpectedly, in late October, she successfully turned the tables.

Many students present thought in unison: No wonder he was a student Snape favored.

As for the Slytherins, apart from the pale-faced Draco, the others all looked proud and elated, finally able to hold their heads high.

As soon as Slughorn announced the end of get out of class, Praris immediately stood up and quickly walked back to Harry's seat.

Harry, who was originally immersed in the thought that "the Half-Blood Prince's method actually failed", immediately looked at her in surprise.

Ron had the same expression. For a moment, a jumble of random thoughts popped into his head:

"What? No way?"

"Do you really want to come here and swagger around after winning?"

"She doesn't seem like that kind of person!"

As for what Praris was like in his mind... Ron couldn't say for sure.

He could only vaguely sense that Prareas was a different kind of good person, like Winnie, a member of the Order of the Phoenix—even though Ron still harbored prejudice against Slytherin.

What about the Slytherins?

In any case, it is essential to unite against external threats.

So, without hesitation, they stood behind Praris and formed a "trouble-finding" formation once again.

Draco was a beat behind, standing at the very back. He couldn't tell whether he was genuinely a beat behind or deliberately being that beat behind.