HP North Star's Radiance

The first longhorned toad died when Harry snatched the Golden Snitch from Harper's clutches.

Praris sighed in distress, "Who said that someone who is unlucky in love can be successful in their career?"

Before the Hogwarts side story

August 1991, Hogwarts.

As is customary, a whole week in early August is scheduled for meetings to finalize the work for the new school year.

Most professors, apart from the four deans, only need to attend one meeting on the first afternoon.

At the meeting, professors will meet their new colleagues—at least one each year, hear about their work assignments for the new academic year, and submit their textbook catalogs for the new academic year, among other things.

Despite his advanced age, Headmaster Dumbledore was not rigid. He preferred to say less so that the professors could leave work earlier.

In both the Muggle and wizarding worlds, young people always have to do more work. But at Hogwarts, the definition of "young person" is clearly broader than most people imagine.

Apart from those who couldn't walk or leave their homes, such as Professor Kettleburn who only had one leg and half an arm, and Professor Binns who had become a ghost, most professors took on part of the enrollment work for new students.

The term "newborn" here specifically refers to wizards from mixed-race and Muggle families, especially the latter.

Muggle parents often find it difficult to understand that their child is a wizard; they are more likely to believe that their child is possessed or has been cursed by a demon.

Sinister boastfully told the new Professor Quirrell, "The child's mother splashed a glass of water on me, saying it was holy water from the church!"

"Oh! Really?" Quirrell said timidly. "What should we do then?"

Sinister claimed, “I also sprayed water at them and told them that it was the poisonous water that the devil used to tempt people into depravity.”

He was taken aback and looked terrified.

Professor Flitwick, Quirrell's former professor and dean, couldn't stand it anymore and told him, "Aurora is lying to you. She demonstrated magic to those two parents."

As Sinestadt was about to play a trick on his new colleague, Snape walked in, exhausted and weary, and asked Dumbledore for the fifth time to hire another Potions professor.

In his youth, he also possessed a strange enthusiasm, believing he could tolerate those foolish students.

In his first year as a potions professor, he even spent money to buy a book titled "How to Be a Respected Teacher".

—Dumbledore discovered it, teased it, and then threw it away.

It only took him one class period to abandon this fantasy.

It's absolutely ridiculous that he actually considers students to be intelligent people! Most of the time, a student's brain is like the Scottish Highlands in December—a vast expanse of white, with at most a few patches of withered grass! You try to plant something in it, but you find that nothing can grow!

On the weekend of his first week of teaching, he spent money to buy a book called "How to Make Students Awe You" and practiced a fierce expression in front of the mirror that could stop a child from crying at night.

"Gryffindor deducts 10 points!"

Snape turned around quickly, his lips turned down, his eyes looking at him with disdain as if he were looking at a dog, and he roared in a low voice.

After class, he reviewed his performance in front of the mirror.

Excellent, absolutely perfect!

Snape always hoped that Dumbledore would have a change of heart and remember that he was overworked, so that he could be freed from the chatter of the younger kids.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore once again smiled and refused him.

Snape pondered with a stern face: Why wasn't he good at alchemy?

(The alchemy course is only open to sixth-grade students.)

Amidst the background noise of Sinestad making fun of his new colleague as if he were French, Vice Principal McGonagall called out to Snape.

A corner of the corridor, a spot where you can see both sides of the corridor at the same time.

Professor McGonagall took a roll of parchment from her robes and whispered, "This is what Dumbledore asked me to give you."

"Praris Prince".

Mother Sylvia Prince, a witch, is currently serving her sentence in Azkaban.

Father Depp William, a Muggle, is deceased.

She currently resides at the Maria Monastery on Tulip Street.

Custody is awarded to Anthony Malachi Dowling.

“Dumbledore has already resolved the custody issue,” Professor McGonagall said. “You just need to take Sylvia’s child out under the guise of providing educational opportunities.”

Snape's lips moved slightly: "Solve it?"

“Your maternal grandmother had a deceased witch cousin in Devon. Her granddaughter, who has never married or had children, is willing to take custody of Prince,” Professor McGonagall said succinctly. “She owns a shop in Diagon Alley called Prim Purnell Cosmetics Shop.”

The day after the faculty and staff meeting.

Maria Monastery.

Just as Dumbledore "resolved" the custody issue, Snape manipulated Father Dorian's memories to make him believe that Snape was a teacher at a Muggle boarding school.

This wasn't the first time Snape had taken on students raised in Muggle society, but he was surprisingly somewhat distraught.

He blamed this feeling on the nagging nun and mocked her.

—I feel much better.

Finally, Snape met face to face with his cousin's daughter, his niece Prader Prince.

Snape had only seen her once before.

At that time, Praris was very young, with a rosy complexion, and stood in front of the church distributing relief food to the homeless.

Now, she looks far older than her peers. She wears a convent nun's habit, but the sleeves hang loosely. Her face is pale, her cheeks are thin, her chin is pointed, and her exposed hands have prominent knuckles with visible blue veins.

The child's dark eyes stared straight at him, like a wary snake poised to pounce.

She's not like her mother, she's like me. Snape thought.

Some people live under the sun, while others are only fit to look up at the sky from their tiny patch of land in the gutter.

Snape's mouth was moving as he told the girl the truth in his usual tone, but his mind was hardly thinking.

Having said everything he needed to say, Snape practically fled, leaving behind only the words, "See you in three days."

Three days later, on the morning.

Snape was delayed by the tasks assigned by Dumbledore and did not rush to the Abbey of Mary until the afternoon.

He wanted Snape to set a challenge for the Philosopher's Stone. It couldn't be too difficult, so that there was no solution, nor too easy, so that it could be solved casually. The solution couldn't be too dangerous, and it couldn't lack challenge.

All leaders are the same: they make strategies on a whim, set targets on a slap on the thigh, and then pat you on the shoulder and say, "You can definitely do it!"

The girl didn't wait for him in the original room; instead, she stood at the entrance of the monastery.

Snape didn't ask her why; the mocking words of the Muggle children behind her had already given him the answer.

Snape's tall figure blocked the sunlight from her eyes.

“Let’s go!” Snape’s lips moved. “We have a lot to do today. I’ll use my Sidekick to take you to Diagon Alley to buy your school supplies. During the Sidekick’s appearance, you must hold my hand tightly, or I won’t be sure whether you—or your fragment—will arrive at our destination.”

It would be impolite to call an unfamiliar girl by her name directly, so Snape used quick and precise words to cover up the fact that he couldn't call her "Prince," and kept referring to her as "you."

It wasn't until he handed her over to the owner of the Leaky Cauldron that he remembered he could have simply called her "Miss".

Chapter 156 Him Across the River

"I can't take it anymore!" Hermione cried in front of the mirror. "I don't think I'm wrong, but he's being sarcastic and mean to me!"

Prarese gutted the long-horned toad and turned it inside out with a silver knife.

She cleaned the knife, put it aside, and picked up her notebook to record the results of the experiment.

“Hermione, that’s just human nature.” Prarese wrote something on the parchment without looking up. “People always reserve their kindness for those they don’t care about*.”

Prareas was used to it; Ron treated Hermione the same way, and Draco treated her the same way.

Does hurting the person you love bring you any pleasure?

The more you analyze a person, the more likely you are to hit the wall at the end of their character—that is, human nature. In the face of human nature, all your understanding of a person becomes worthless.

In this situation, Prarese was unwilling to analyze another person, as it was easy for her to become disgusted.

Praris said dismissively, "If you were just any girl around him, he probably wouldn't treat you like this."

Of course, she was referring to Ron Weasley.

For Draco, equality and tenderness are rare indeed.

Hermione recalled Ron’s long gaze at Mrs. Rostamer and his pretentious airs in the Three Brooms.

Prarese once said that Ron liked Hermione.

But Hermione doesn't believe it now.

In Hermione's opinion, Ron treats the people he likes much better than he treats her, his friend!

Hermione was so upset that she cried because Harry lied to Ron, making him believe that he had drunk Felix Felicis.

Harry not only lied to Ron, but also to Hermione, making her believe that Ron had cheated in the competition.

Ron then yelled at her, mimicking her words, emphasizing that he could save the ball even without Felix Felicis.

Prarese began washing the crucible, and said calmly, "Your reaction is proof that Ron is convinced. Because you are a man of principle, if you hadn't reacted so strongly, Ron would never have believed that Harry had mixed Felix Felicis into his pumpkin juice."

“But I never said he couldn’t save the ball!” Hermione cried. “I just didn’t want Harry to cheat for him! Yes! They’re all right, I’m the only one who looks down on him!”

“You’re not wrong, but many things in this world aren’t simply a matter of right or wrong.” Praris continued washing the medicine bottle. “Your principles make you seem less protective of him.”

Praris looked at the two-way mirror, her gaze sharp: "So, if it happened again, would you stick to your principles?"

Hermione lowered her head and said softly, "I will, as long as I think it's wrong. Even if it's Viktor who does it, I will stop him."

“That’s settled then.” Praris resumed chopping herbs. “Good girl, don’t be silly. Love, friendship, and other feelings are all extra things in life; only you are always yourself.”

“We may change for the better or for the worse because of these things, but our true self should not be shaken—otherwise you wouldn’t be Hermione, right?”

Hermione sniffed and gave a muffled "hmm".

Friendship and principles are the most important lessons in Hermione's life. She learns to be flexible in the conflict between the two, and also tastes the pain of being torn between them.

“It was because I valued our friendship that I didn’t stop him from going to the competition,” Hermione said, sobbing. “It was because I had principles that I tried to stop them beforehand and tried to make them repent afterwards.”

“If he stops considering me a friend because of this—” Hermione said firmly, “then I will truly despise him!”