HP North Star's Radiance

Praris tilted his head: "You agree, don't you?"

By the time Harry realized what was happening, he was already back at the banquet. He instinctively looked for Praris, only to find her chatting with the vampire Slughorn had invited.

Her voice could be faintly heard from not far away.

"The book says that vampire blood is black. Is it a dark brownish-black like crude oil, or simply black...?"

No wonder she and Hermione had common interests; they even had the mood to discuss academic issues at the Christmas party...

Wait a moment?

problem?

Harry suddenly realized that Prareas had actually answered any of his questions.

Prareus stopped him from eavesdropping and made him promise to communicate his thoughts and feelings more with Dumbledore, while also warning him about copying the Half-Blood Prince's homework.

But what about herself!

Not a single substantive question has been answered!

Harry wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he thought he saw Praris move the corner of her mouth slightly in that direction.

The next day, most students went home to spend their long Christmas holiday.

Upon returning to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry's first act was to report Prader's misdeeds to Winnie and Ms. Priscilla.

Members of the Order of the Phoenix had told him that Prarese was Winnie's daughter!

“Who said that?” Winnie said in a slick tone, a cigar dangling from her lips. “Silly boy, Pry is Ms. Pry’s daughter.”

"Huh?" Sirius's head popped out of the kitchen, and he asked loudly, "Why didn't you deny what I said before?"

Winnie grinned: "I read in a magazine that dogs are less intelligent than humans—let's test it out."

Sirius was furious but powerless to do anything to his savior. Torn between humiliation and anger, he chose to be humiliated.

Lupin pointed to himself and said weakly, "And what about me?"

“Wolves and dogs are both canines, it’s just a piece of cake.” Winnie shrugged; bullying wolves and dogs was also something she did easily.

Harry shook his head disapprovingly and took two steps back: "Winnie, I think Praris is your biological son."

Ms. Priscilla doesn't have that kind of despicable spirit!

The adults present couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Winnie was overjoyed and said with a smile, "I'll take that as a compliment!"

Although Winnie was wicked, Harry was grateful to her. Under her persistent relentless pressure, Sirius's mental state had improved considerably.

Are all writers like this?

Winnie's insults don't use a single swear word, but they're far more offensive than profanity.

During summer vacation, there was a time when even Lupin couldn't stand what she said, fearing that Sirius would repay kindness with enmity.

Chapter 159 Limb Regeneration Agent

At that moment, Sirius mentioned James again.

Winnie was coming downstairs when she overheard it.

She then said sarcastically, "Harry is looking for a father figure in you, and you're looking for Harry's father in Harry. It's one thing for a child to lack love, but you're lacking... love too? Oh—I'm sorry, I offended your orientation. Does Lily know about this?"

Harry forgot about being angry; he only felt that the Third Wizarding War (the first two referring to the war instigated by Grindelwald and the wizarding war instigated by Voldemort ten years ago) was about to break out here!

No one would think that Winnie really misunderstood Sirius's sexual orientation; she was simply mocking Sirius's behavior of finding a brotherly shadow in Harry.

Molly also cursed Sirius for this, but not as harshly as Winnie.

The scene was truly explosive, and to this day, no one in the Order of the Phoenix dares to mention what happened that day, including Harry.

To Harry's surprise, Sirius knocked on his door that night, saying he wanted to talk to him alone.

Harry, clutching his pillow, followed Sirius closely to his bedroom.

After pushing open the bedroom door, Sirius smacked his head in frustration: "Harry, let's go to your place!"

Sirius Black and Kreacher had a terrible relationship, which was one of the triggers for the Department of Mysteries incident.

Having learned this lesson, Dumbledore discussed it at length with Sirius during their conversation.

Sirius was really fed up with Kreacher, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he agreed to move his mother's portrait back into the hall as a concession to reconcile with Kreacher.

Even so, Sirius and Kreacher only managed to keep to themselves and not interfere with each other.

Kreacher absolutely refused to step into Sirius's room, and his own lack of attention to detail resulted in his bedroom looking rather messy.

“No,” Harry said, secretly grabbing the bedpost with one hand, “I think this is fine!”

Harry would sleep in a junkyard if he were with Sirius!

In the end, Harry ended up lying in Sirius's bed.

Sirius said he wanted to hear about what happened at school with Harry.

For the rest of the time, Harry did most of the talking. He talked about Ron and Hermione, about his other classmates, about Quidditch... until Harry's throat was dry.

Chatting before bed can easily get more and more exciting, and Harry felt more awake than before.

“Harry,” Sirius said suddenly, his hands behind his head, “I want to apologize to you.”

"Why?" Harry asked in surprise. "Sirius, I think you're wonderful...everything about you!"

Sirius turned to Harry, gazing at his face for a long time before finally looking into his eyes: "Harry, when I was little, my mother really hoped I would be like my silly little brother Regulus."

The more Walbuga acted this way, the more Sirius disliked her and Regulus. He thought Regulus was a "mommy baby," a spineless coward, and a puppet of the Black family.

He, Sirius, is not Regulus, nor is he anyone else! He will only live according to the will of his heart; he is himself.

“Harry, I have to apologize to you,” Sirius said. “I…you are you, Harry.”

“Winnie is right. If I truly consider Jaime a brother and you my godson, then Jaime will only ever be Jaime, and you will only ever be you. Just like no matter how crazy my mother gets, I will never become a second Regulus.”

Winnie looked down on this sick dog.

Only she was qualified to say that. She also had a deceased friend's daughter, and she would never see Sylvia again. But Praris would only ever be Praris, and Sylvia would only ever be Sylvia.

To seek Sylvia through Praris is not only an insult to Praris, but also an insult to Sylvia!

Harry blinked uneasyly; he too had sought fatherly love in Sirius Black.

Fortunately, he still remembered that Sirius was his godfather, but he longed for Sirius to say more about James.

Sirius's guilt served as a wake-up call: a godfather is a godfather, and a father is a father.

“What’s so special about that, Sirius?” Harry said sincerely. “Your very existence is the best gift I could ever receive.”

While suffering at his aunt's house, Harry longed to be a child with parents, hoping to receive their protection.

Now that he already has Sirius Black, how can he expect his gift to be perfect?

Whether Harry's gift is perfect or not is hard to say. Prader still needs to figure out how to explain it to Professor Snape before she receives her Christmas present.

According to the survival guide for Muggle families, if a child does something they feel guilty about, it's best to do some chores to appease their parents before they hold them accountable.

On Christmas morning, Praris knew something was wrong after confirming that the Half-Blood Prince's gift wasn't among the presents.

Praris immediately returned to the underground classroom, praying that today's experiment would make some rapid progress so that the professor would give her lenient treatment, or better yet, let her go.

Prior to this, Praris had already tested a variety of common medicinal herbs.

Based on consideration of the properties and efficacy of the medicinal ingredients, the current formula is as follows: salamander buds, hyacinth bulbs, holly leaf juice, and honeysuckle powder, etc.

This is already a mild iteration; the earlier versions didn't look like something a human could eat at all.

Hyacinth bulbs are primarily used in potions for their analgesic and anti-inflammatory properties, relieving the pain of the injured.

Holly represents life. In potions, holly leaves and honeysuckle powder ultimately promote wound healing.

Hyacinth bulbs, salamander buds, holly leaf juice, and honeysuckle powder form a chain that achieves effects ranging from pain relief to regeneration and then to complete healing.

Before this, there were many causes of death for longhorn toads, the most common being poisoning by magic potions and dying from the pain of amputation.

This inspired Prares to search for suitable drugs to improve the analgesic effect.

As a result, the long-horned toads have grown a leg that is only a quarter the length of their original leg, making them look thin, weak, and pitiful.

The urgent problem to be solved now is that the efficacy of salamander bud base is insufficient to meet the requirements for complete limb regeneration.

Praris couldn't even imagine how horrifying it would be for Dumbledore to fight Voldemort with a quarter of his arm!

To address the issue of insufficient efficacy of salamander bud base, she needed to find a material that could amplify its effects.

Before Praris lay a large table of materials: dragon blood, ash from a phoenix's metamorphosis, basilisk venom, powder from the horns of a horned beast, the venom sacs of a Loba worm, the blood of a Reem bull, and so on.

These materials are a veritable gathering of the best, either rare or precious. If it doesn't meet either of these two characteristics, then it's quite dangerous.

The blood of fire dragons and Reem bulls, as well as the powdered horns of horned camels, are hard to come by and command high prices, sometimes even being unavailable. The venom sacs of Loba worms are also considered extremely valuable.

The basilisk venom was something Harry had asked for last year during his Occlumency course. Harry remembered this and even made Prareas swear he wouldn't give it to Draco, giving him the opportunity to poison someone.

The ashes from the phoenix's metamorphosis were collected in the principal's office; they were mentioned in an ancient, unorthodox book on magic potions.

Praris first tried dragon's blood.

This small vial of dragon's blood was obtained by Prarese, the lazy and powerful warrior, from Professor Snape, and it was to be used only once it was finished.

Praris held his breath as he poured the dragon's blood, afraid of pouring too much and also afraid that the remaining dragon's blood in the bottle would be contaminated by the splashing liquid.

boo——

A drop of dragon blood fell into the crucible, and Praris immediately stirred it clockwise to ensure that the dragon blood and the salamander bud base came into full contact and fused together.

As Praris stirred it, the potion turned golden-red, and bursting bubbles splashed up leaping golden carp.

The second cauldron contained the ash of a phoenix, turning the potion reddish-brown, the color of dried blood.

The third crucible used basilisk venom, and the potion was "contaminated" by the venom almost instantly, turning the red potion into a blackish-green color.

The other types follow the same pattern, with varying degrees of color differences.

Praris ran back and forth between the crucibles, wishing he had compound eyes like an insect.

But she was ultimately just a little wizard with only one pair of eyes. She could only activate her brain's superb information processing mechanism, using scanning instead of observation, turning her head as if she were shaking her head.