HP North Star's Radiance

However, this kind of potion probably won't sell well; at most, it will only have an effect on her.

Given the ability to use magic to keep warm, which wizard would still get frostbite?

It's just that Draco doesn't know much about Muggles, otherwise he would have been able to tell from the marks on Praris's hands that she had lived in the Muggle world.

"Prince! Can I take up a little of your time?"

In the hallway, a boy with dark hair and dark skin stood under the mistletoe, smiling very politely.

Praris glanced at the mistletoe on his head, then moved his gaze to his face: "Mr. Harper... is there something you need from me?"

As he said this, Praris didn't move an inch, showing no intention of walking towards him.

Harper had no choice but to step out from under the mistletoe and say bluntly, "I heard that Professor Slughorn sent you an invitation to the Christmas ball?"

It wasn't an invitation letter sent, it was a delivery.

At the last party, Slughorn invited Gwenos Jones. Gwenos spent the entire party bragging, which made Praris sleepy.

Discuss the matter, not the person.

Although Prarese has clashed with Zabini over the all-female Quidditch team, that doesn't mean she'll support Gwenos Jones.

Similarly, according to the Stuart principle, Prarese's annoyance with Gwenos does not mean she will give Gwenos a hard time.

She just stared at Gevinos with bright eyes, her mind replaying her experimental process and records, occasionally clapping along, but not really paying attention.

Perhaps Prarese's facade was too convincing, because Gwenos admired Prarese, his junior from the same college, and even chatted with her about Marcus's recent performance.

Marcus possesses significant physical and stamina advantages, making him like a tireless, violent machine. He excels at a brute-force playing style and can sustain long matches.

If the batters coordinate well and constantly disrupt the opposing Seeker, interrupting their attempts to catch the Golden Snitch, Marcus can use his almost undiminished power to pull the score so high that even if the opposing Seeker catches the Golden Snitch, they won't be able to win.

Therefore, the current Jamaican national team has formed a dynamic offensive mechanism with a dual core of batters and seekers, making it highly competitive.

“Many teams think—” Gwenos scoffed, “Flint’s style of play is too brutal and lacks aesthetics.”

Gwenos rolled his eyes with a laugh: "So what? Jamaica won, didn't they?"

Therefore, Marcus also earned the nickname: "Troll Flint".

— Sports tabloids have already started spreading rumors that Marcus may have troll blood.

As the dinner party was coming to an end, Slughorn handed her the invitation to the Christmas party.

He also said with a smile that he was looking forward to Praris's arrival.

Yes, that's true.

Prarese glanced toward the underground classroom, wishing Harper would finish speaking so she could continue her experiment.

The upper-year courses weren't difficult for Pralis, but keeping up with Harry's Potions skills still required some time. Add to that the massive amount of homework assigned in the upper-year courses… it wasn't easy for her to squeeze out that little time each day to persecute the Longhorn Toad!

Harper, chin held high, said arrogantly, "I suppose you haven't accepted any invitations yet?"

“Yes, is there anything else?” Praris said impatiently. “I’m in a hurry.”

“How about you consider me?” Harper drawled. “Wouldn’t you feel awkward going to a party alone?”

“Sir! I wasn’t invited to the Christmas party because I had a dance partner.” Praris gave him a strange look, then said calmly, “I mean, I’m not embarrassed. Do you have anything else to say?”

Harper's face flushed red, her expression contorted, and she said angrily, "Just keep up the act! See who will invite a witch like you now!"

"A witch like me? What kind of witch am I? Who are you to define me?"

Praris was somewhat confused, wondering what had gotten into Harper.

Harper is the Slytherin Seeker who will replace Draco in this match.

This guy, years ago, asked her if she knew how to make aphrodisiacs, and later, at the dinner table, he teased her, saying, "Does anyone actually dare to date her?"

And now, he's even gone up to Praris and wants to go to the Christmas party with her?

In his eyes, was Praris's memory really that bad? Could he forget what he said so quickly?

A dance partner is not necessary if you are not accepting an invitation from someone like that.

Praris shook his head, thinking: Has Harper's brain been hammered by a troll?

Then, Praris put the matter out of his mind and hurried toward the underground classroom.

Perhaps out of leniency towards a student, Dumbledore agreed to her plan.

When Prareth agreed to carry out the plan, Prareth saw no desire for life in Dumbledore's eyes.

Before truly facing death, a person has often killed themselves countless times. In the end, what dies is often just an empty shell.

Prareas was unsure whether his plan to save Dumbledore's life was the right one.

Is it possible that Dumbledore never intended to live, and that her act of saving him only increased his suffering, a case of hypocrisy?

In the face of Voldemort, a physically healthy Dumbledore is essential to reduce the number of deaths.

But what about Dumbledore's own mind?

If she hadn't suggested the possibility of Dumbledore living, would Dumbledore have left so silently, without ever showing his weariness of the world?

Prareas could hardly contain his curiosity about Dumbledore's past and why he had no attachment to the world.

But she also sensed resistance from Dumbledore. It was a secret he kept deep inside, a secret that kept everyone at arm's length.

After Dumbledore agreed to the Regeneration Plan, the battle between Prader and Professor Snape accelerated.

Professor Snape was busier than ever, dealing with Voldemort, completing his teaching duties, handling the messy affairs of being the Headmaster, and controlling the spread of the curse.

Slughorn's arrival has some advantages, greatly relieving the Potions professors of some of their extra responsibilities—such as supplying potions to the school infirmary.

Since the first experiment, Prarese has persecuted nine longhorn toads.

The longhorned toads died a gruesome death, but their value far exceeded that of ordinary potion ingredients.

This is all thanks to the slight change brought about by the ninth longhorn toad.

—It didn't die after drinking the medicine.

I don't know if this can be considered progress?

If this continues, Praris will have to ask Slughorn for the long-horned toad again.

Speaking of which, since this toad didn't die...

Praris had a sudden inspiration and a wicked idea came to her! She squinted at the surviving lame long-horned toad, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Since it's still alive, and it has more than one leg!

So, can it be reused?

Prareas understood Dumbledore somewhat better.

See? Being alive isn't necessarily better than being dead!

If this long-horned toad had simply kicked its legs like its eight half-brothers, it wouldn't have had to suffer like this!

Praris adjusted the recipe again as planned, brewed a new potion, and then swiftly chopped down the long-horned toad.

This resilient longhorned toad lived for about two hours longer than its initially expected death time.

After it lost all its legs, Praris gave it a quick death.

About three or four years later, Praris and the others traveled to the Far East and learned that people who encountered a similar way of dying were called human pigs.

"You have the potential to become a dark wizard."

When Prarese submitted her lab report, Professor Snape looked at her with newfound respect.

Prarese sensed Professor Snape's surprise, but she didn't quite understand it.

She spread her hands and said in a dismissive tone, "Sir, isn't this very frugal? That's how we people who came from poor backgrounds all do it!"

It seems that the poor ghost is more terrifying than the female ghost.

Lockhart should write a book called "Walking with the Poor," that would be real talent!

Meanwhile, Hermione was talking to Harry, her teeth itching with anger.

Yes, it's Harry, not Ron.

“You’d better give up on that idea!” Hermione said sarcastically. “I’ve told you, Malfoy can’t mix a Dark Magic item with something and get it undetected!”

“Okay!” Harry said quickly, “Let’s do it this way! Why don’t we try to get her help…”

"No, no, no!" Hermione glared at him angrily. "I would never make such a request of her!"

Harry shrank back. "But it's for the safety of more people, isn't it? She said that, didn't she? How incredibly important the safety of students is?"

“Yes!” Hermione sighed. “You’re right, but feelings are another matter. You know about their relationship, don’t you?”

“I know you’re worried that Malfoy is plotting something, but how can we ask someone who loves him to betray him?”

Hermione questioned Harry: "If you loved a girl, and that girl told your secret to someone else, could you stand it?"

Harry recalled this feeling, imagining that it wasn't Mary who had betrayed him in the headmaster's office, but... Harry immediately turned pale.

After racking his brains for a while, he finally said to Hermione, "But if Malfoy is really up to something, doing this can stop him from really... right?"

Assuming Malfoy really did become a Death Eater and planned to kill for Voldemort, they would have saved a wayward youth! Even though Malfoy is his ex-boyfriend, Prairie might still thank them!

Harry thought optimistically.

But Harry's idea was destined to fail, and Hermione began to refute him again, praising Prares's wisdom.

Hermione believed that if Harry's suspicions were true, how could Prader, who had been with Malfoy all along, be completely unaware?

If Pralis knew about this but didn't tell Snape and Dumbledore, then she must have her own plans!

Around 8 p.m., Praris appeared in the foyer wearing a black velvet suit—a women's suit, of course.

Since she had no male companion, she naturally didn't need to wear a formal gown; a comfortable and proper women's suit would be both warm and comfortable.

For the students of Hogwarts, Prasris's ideas were far too advanced. The girls wandering in the hallway whispered about her attire, but Prasris didn't seem to care at all.

Slughorn cast a spell on the office, making it appear larger than expected.

It's worth noting that there are green, crimson, and gold curtains hanging from the ceiling and walls—frankly, isn't anyone speaking up for Ravenclaw?

Praris convinced herself that perhaps this was the color of Christmas!

Praris greeted Slughorn, then made an excuse to get rid of him and searched for a quieter corner along the edge of the wall.