HP North Star's Radiance

Praris remained calm and composed. No one could find a trace of smugness or provocation on her face.

She stood in front of Harry like any ordinary passerby.

With a scholarly air, Prarese politely inquired, "Porter, may I take a look at your revival and sobering agent?"

“Uh… of course.” Harry searched his stomach but couldn’t find any other words.

Praris looked down at Harry's revival potion, blinked, and tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a long pause, Praris nodded knowingly: "I understand... Your method is different, but it's correct. If you become more familiar with the production process, it's hard to say who will win."

Praris felt he was very polite and humble.

But in fact, she did possess Slytherin's unique pride and emphasis on honor.

When she first lost to Harry, she didn't fully trust Slughorn's judgment and insisted on seeing Harry's work with her own eyes before she was willing to admit her defeat.

Even when she defeated Harry this time, she still didn't rely entirely on Slughorn's judgment; she wanted to see Harry's work herself before she could acknowledge that her success was complete.

This is Praris's extreme definition of honor: he can exert endless effort and use infinite means to achieve his goals, but honor itself cannot tolerate even the slightest blemish.

She only wants a complete and unquestionable victory.

Prarese looked down at Harry: "Potter, this time, I won. I won by my own ability, without relying on anyone else."

Harry's ears immediately turned red with anger and shame.

Praris... is so arrogant!

She not only wanted to win, but also wanted to stand in front of Harry and point out exactly where and how he lost!

In closing, Prarese added a final touch, implying that her victory was due to her own efforts!

A thought suddenly popped into Harry's mind: "Could it be that she has already found out...?"

He reflexively stopped himself from having the thought.

In front of his former Occlumency teacher, any instability would expose his brain completely to her—even though Harry knew she had no interest in examining other people's brains.

Am I feeling guilty...? Harry wondered.

After saying these words, Praris left decisively without a trace of regret.

It's as if she defeated Harry, so Harry and his works seem rather bland and uninteresting in comparison to her.

However... this is just Harry's opinion.

Praliss still held a high degree of approval and vigilance towards Harry's potion-making ideas, which prevented her from slackening her research on potions.

But this success was not without significance; at least it proved that the opponent was not invincible.

The partial victory over Harry also allowed Prader to shift some of his focus to breaking Dumbledore's curse.

Currently, Dumbledore's treatment is divided into two parts.

Professor Snape sought to play it safe, focusing on controlling the spread of the curse and limiting it to Dumbledore's fingers as much as possible.

This was no easy feat; without such treatment, Dumbledore and Katie Bell would have perished long ago.

Prarese, on the other hand, did the complete opposite. With Professor Snape as her backer, she took a risky approach, scouring the library, the Black Rose Alley's collection, and Winnie's stories, trying many methods from ancient texts and legends.

Every vial of the antidote Prarese made made Professor Snape frown. She could even see a rare hint of worry for Dumbledore's life on Professor Snape's face.

"The venom glands of a fire salamander?"

Snape's gaze slowly shifted from the vial containing the dark brown liquid to the face of his student, Prareus.

Salamander blood has healing and restorative properties, but the venom glands of salamanders... are deadly poisons.

Praris opened his dark eyes and nodded earnestly: "Yes, actually I also considered the bud base of the salamander's tail. You know, salamanders have the amazing ability to regenerate..."

This is an extremely risky approach.

Prareus's plan was for Professor Snape to drive all the curses onto Dumbledore's finger, cutting it off in one fell swoop, and then using the bud base of the salamander's tail to create a potion that could regenerate limbs, giving Dumbledore a new finger!

Yes, there are potions like Bone Grow, but they can only "grow bones," not regrow a severed arm.

In the corner of an old witchcraft notebook—a bargain Winnie found at a street market in Knockturn Alley (only 10 shekels, or £0.6!)—she recorded this legend:

"A legendary wizard born of flames cut off the tail of his nemesis lizard and gave it to his Muggle friend. The muggle with the severed leg ate the flaming tail and gained a new lower limb."

Praris's investigation confirmed that the fire salamander does indeed possess powerful regenerative abilities, and its blood also has therapeutic effects.

Could we boldly assume that the legend of the fire salamander's tail has some truth to it?

Pralis continued poring over numerous texts, finally pinpointing the budding point of the salamander's tail. She planned to ask Professor Snape for several live potion-making materials to use in her limb regeneration experiments.

Snape's face wore a strange, unreadable expression. His brows were furrowed, his lips were pressed into a tight line, and he tilted his head slightly to one side.

After a while, the student who had known the professor for more than five years finally deciphered his mentor's general thoughts—he was cursing her in his heart, and only made a perfunctory attempt to cover it up.

Polite, but not much.

Snape's thoughts were in turmoil, his mind filled with a jumble of ideas:

"Am I a dark wizard or is she? Can I really save Dumbledore's life from her clutches? What kind of junk is that stupid bald eagle Brown collecting all day long?"

In his eyes, Winnie Brown had become a Muggle junkyard worker, rummaging through secondhand books that were practically nonsense, and poisoning his students' minds.

“Miss, should I thank you for your trust in me?” Snape said in his usual sarcastic tone. “Your expectations of me seem unusually high. It seems—you think I can cast the curse onto Dumbledore’s finger, don’t you?”

"Can't I?"

Praris, who had great trust in his mentor, asked a sincere question.

This plan has two challenges.

First, Snape must drive all the curses to one place—Dumbledore's finger; otherwise, even if the finger is cut off and regenerates, the curse will still exist within Dumbledore.

Second, Prarese must ensure that limb regeneration is possible, otherwise Dumbledore will lose a finger in his old age, just like Peter Pettigrew.

—And that was even the index finger of Dumbledore's usual wand-wielding hand.

Snape sneered and said sarcastically, "First of all, I am only limiting the spread of the curse, not driving it to one place."

"Secondly, Dumbledore's entire right hand was affected by the curse, not just his fingers—it's just that his fingers were more noticeable."

Snape's meaning was clear: to carry out the plan to regenerate severed limbs, it was not just about cutting off fingers—it was about cutting off the entire cursed right hand.

Dumbledore uses his right hand to hold his wand. If the plan to regenerate his severed limb fails, he will either have to switch to his less skilled left hand or he will be forced to use wandless magic.

Against an opponent like Voldemort, any minor flaw can escalate into a fatal mistake. And most wizards know that wandless magic is far less powerful than magic using a wand.

Prareas gasped; she hadn't expected Dumbledore's condition to be so serious. If that was the case, the plan's chances of success had dropped considerably.

Just then, Snape sarcastically concluded, "Miss, don't you think your treatment approach is too Gryffindor?"

Snape calling someone "too Gryffindor" is tantamount to recklessness and absurdity.

Praris lowered his head in embarrassment.

This plan was a challenge that Snape, Prader, and Dumbledore could not afford to fail.

Snape had to ensure the curse didn't spread to his arm, otherwise the plan would escalate from cutting off his hand to cutting off his arm, and the risk of regeneration would increase rapidly.

Praris must be able to regenerate, otherwise our most important fighting force will be weakened by half.

Dumbledore must have had enough courage and willpower, otherwise he would not have allowed this plan to be implemented.

Praris scratched his head in distress: "Then..."

“That’s settled then,” Snape said, straightening up in a calm tone. “Go find Professor Slughorn and, in my name, ask him for some long-horned toads.”

Prarese looked at Professor Snape in surprise; she hadn't expected him to agree to her "too Gryffindor" plan.

She stammered, "You...you agree?"

Snape gave her a cold look: "Obviously not, but Dumbledore is another story."

Gryffindor-style plans should be left to Gryffindor to worry about, shouldn't they?

Praris got half a bucket of long-horned toads from Slughorn without any trouble.

The only thing that annoyed her was that Slughorn actually asked Prares if her success this time was due to Professor Snape's guidance.

Prareas was understandably annoyed and said coolly, "Sir! This is such a small matter, it's not necessary to trouble Professor Snape, is it?"

Slughorn seemed completely oblivious to his offense to Praris and casually inquired about her connections with some Slytherin graduates.

“Speaking of which,” Slughorn said, as if remembering something, “I once taught a student who also had the last name Prince, a few years after your Professor Snape.”

“Ah!” Slughorn finally remembered. “Yes, she was a Gryffindor named Sylvia Prince. She was a witch with a remarkable talent for divination, but I haven’t heard of her since…”

Praris slowly brushed it off: "Oh? Is that so? That's quite a coincidence."

So, she left the office carrying the small bucket in a very bad mood.

“Crawb?” Praris stopped on the first floor, frowning. “What are you doing? Performing acrobatics?”

Crabbe yelled, "Plares! My foot... my foot!"

That was truly spectacular; Praris had never seen such long toes before.

Crabbe's toes popped out of his shoes, tearing them apart and making his big feet look much smaller.

Moreover, his toes keep growing and show no signs of stopping!

The sight was truly hilarious. Praris struggled to suppress the uncontrollable upward curve of her lips, telling herself: "The person in question must be extremely embarrassed right now. Praris, please stop laughing!"

Praris pulled his wand from his pocket and chanted, "Stop the spell."

Crabbe's toe finally stopped growing, and he exclaimed, "It's not back to normal yet!"

Praris glared at him and said impatiently, "You'd better speak louder and let Filch come and catch this guy who's using magic in the hallway!"

This is a spell Praris has never seen before. To restore the toes to their original state, he either needs to cast a counter-spell to shrink the toes or directly break the spell.

Crabbe was lucky; standing before him was Praris, who was skilled in breaking curses.

It took several minutes for Praris to finally break the simple prank spell, following Winnie's instructions.

Chapter 155 Dido's Disappointment

Praris crossed his arms, frowned, and asked, "What happened to you?"

Crabbe glared angrily at his tattered boots and said in a foul tone, "I wish I knew who did this! I'd kick that guy's ass to pieces!"