HP North Star's Radiance

No matter how much Snape hated Sylvia, whether she did it willingly or unwillingly, in Snape's mind, she had done what Irene had not.

Dumbledore seduced him with words and pulled him out of his grave.

Snape erected a solid barrier around himself, but Dumbledore kicked it aside and handed him two children.

He bound his hands with the responsibilities of Harry and Praris, preventing him from killing himself, and made him sit at the potions table all day mixing up his personality in proportion to his own.

In Prince, there are already Severus and Silvia waiting to die, so there's no need for another Praris.

Snape had an unsettling thought: he couldn't feel his mouth opening and closing.

Snape heard himself ask Prarese, "Do you want to see Brown and Purnell?"

“Huh? To see Winnie and Priscilla?” Praris gaped. “But, but… they can’t come to Hogwarts, can they?”

“Go see them,” Snape said curtly.

But the Order of the Phoenix also includes the Weasley twins and their daughter, which might lead them to discover Prader's identity. However... Prader's rationality could persuade her to refuse with a thousand words.

"At that time, I knew that it would be difficult to have such peaceful and beautiful summers again in the future."

On the eve of war, in the twilight that brews death and parting, any rationality and clarity could become an eternal regret.

Snape looked at Prarese, and Prarese looked at Snape.

Praris nodded gently: "Sir, this is the best Christmas gift I have ever received."

In Snape's office, the two men and their four hands got busy again.

The original experimental subjects for the formula were long-horned toads, and all the medicinal materials used, their proportions, and dosages needed to be changed. For example, honeysuckle powder was replaced with dictamnus dasycarpus.

Praris almost hallucinated the image of the first and second-year students and teacher, who were also busy in this office back then.

Snape suddenly asked, "What do you like about Draco?"

Last night, Snape pondered a question: Why should he interfere with Prader's relationship with Draco?

Snape convinced himself that he had to get involved to prevent Prares from letting his emotions cloud his judgment and jeopardize the overall situation.

But Snape knew he had some extra feelings for the child he had cared for for so many years.

Perhaps he truly considered her his own child; that was already true when she brought Huang Shuixian in but wasn't kicked out.

"Huh?" Praris felt that the professor seemed a bit strange today, somewhat inexplicably sentimental. "Draco... he's actually a very good person."

Snape scoffed.

Does he not know what kind of person Draco is?

Praris, head bowed, chopped herbs with a snapping sound: "You know, I have a terrible temper, but sometimes I have to put on an act. Draco may seem arrogant, but he's always been tolerant of my temper."

Praliss didn't bother to hide her awfulness in front of Draco. Draco had been scolded by Praliss since first year, and after three years of that, he still liked her; this guy was practically a total masochist.

“He doesn’t seem that great, haha…” Praris almost laughed as he said this, “but he actually has a lot of excellent qualities.”

"His potions are second only to mine in Slytherin, on par with Theodore. His Ancient Runes are excellent, because he loves alchemy. I've been told that the Alchemy Professor has always praised him. His Quidditch is also superb; he can compete with Harry even without the Rocket Crossbow..."

Prareas could talk endlessly about Draco's virtues, making Snape somewhat doubt that he was the head of Slytherin.

Spide told Valentine, "If you love her, you won't see her. Because love is blind."

But Praris was quite the opposite; it was during her time with Edraco that she saw him and discovered his good qualities.

"Sir, you haven't read his works, have you?"

While the crucible was still reacting, Praris began rummaging through her pockets. First, she pulled out a two-way mirror, then put it back, and then pulled out a pocket watch.

Prareus stroked his pocket watch, gesturing for Professor Snape to look.

“Draco made this when he was in his third year,” Praris said slowly. “He had only studied ancient runes for half a semester at that time, but he carved every rune on it himself.”

“This is an emotion pocket watch, which stores a person’s current feelings in numbered slots.” Praris stared intently at the pocket watch. “It’s an extraordinary design, but he doesn’t know that emotions can affect a wizard’s spellcasting abilities.”

When a person experiences a drastic change in their emotions, they may even lose the ability to cast spells in the most severe cases.

Some hand pump wells require water to be added before the groundwater can be drawn out.

If a person possesses such a magical item, even if they have been kissed by a Dementor, their once intense emotions will be brought back, like a spoonful of water poured into a well, pulling back the feelings hidden deep within their heart.

Draco gave Pralis the box, which she asked Theodore to return to Draco, but she kept the pocket watch.

Because it still contained some of Praris's emotions, she didn't want to erase them all, nor did she want Draco to see them.

Snape raised an eyebrow and actually looked at the pocket watch seriously.

It's hard to imagine that Draco would have such patience.

This pocket watch is not large, so all the ancient runes are engraved very small.

They are arranged in an orderly fashion, densely distributed on the watch cover, with the occasional gaps filled with connecting patterns.

Opening the watch cover reveals an intricate magical design, giving the pocket watch both timekeeping and magical functions.

As one of Draco's early works, no matter who is involved, his talent in this area cannot be denied.

Praris put the watch back in his pocket.

Snape said meaningfully, "Is everything alright?"

“Sir!” Praris argued, “You must allow me to keep a souvenir!”

Place Grimmauld, number 12.

Ron and Harry were peeling purple cabbage in the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley wasn't there, but Ms. Priscilla was cooking soup at the stove.

Ron shouted at Ms. Priscilla, "Madam, can't we use magic to peel the purple cabbage?!"

“Darling, no,” Ms. Prie said without turning her head. “Your mother wants you to sit here quietly for a while.”

"Too frank," Ron said, shaking his head with a frown. "She could have easily come up with some excuse like 'training us'!"

Harry said to Ron, "If you were Ronna instead of Ron, Lady Priscilla would definitely coax you."

Ron imagined the scene and his face immediately scrunched up like the purple cabbage in his hand.

“No, thank you.” Ron shook his head frantically. “I still cherish our brotherhood.”

Harry then told Ron about what he had seen at the Christmas dinner party, where he overheard Snape's words, but Prairie caught him.

"Is she a ghost?!" Harry whispered accusingly. "My soul is about to jump out of my throat!"

“She must have used some kind of magic,” Ron said thoughtfully. “We’ll ask Winnie later! I also want to walk silently so I won’t get caught while out at night.”

Harry glanced back at Mrs. Priscilla, who had begun cutting meat, and lowered his voice again: "That's not important! What's important is..."

Harry had just seen Dumbledore yesterday, and Dumbledore immediately noticed his change.

Harry had no choice but to honestly recount his conversation with Prader. At that moment, Dumbledore's expression was subtle, seemingly a mixture of helplessness and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both regret and reflection).

Dumbledore told Harry that Snape had always been someone he trusted, and that would never waver. Furthermore, neither Harry nor he had any evidence that Draco had murdered Kitty.

No one can arrest someone without evidence. This was true for Harry, who was wrongly convicted before, and it's true for Draco, who is currently a suspect.

Harry and Draco are both students at Hogwarts, and as the headmaster, he has to be fair and not wrong any student.

Draco might indeed be involved in some secret activity, but Dumbledore entrusted the investigation to Snape—the head of Slytherin.

Harry didn't tell Ron any of this; Dumbledore asked him to keep it a secret.

Harry told Ron that he still doubted Snape. Dumbledore, unlike him, hadn't heard what Snape said and couldn't understand his feelings.

“Maybe Dumbledore and Prader were both fooled by him,” Harry said softly. “After all, he himself said he was such a good actor. He doesn’t hesitate to be extremely suspicious of his enemies, does he?”

Ron scratched his head. "Of course I believe you. But didn't you say that Praris always knows everything? How could she have been fooled?"

Now they know that Prarese is actually Ms. Prie's daughter, not Winnie's.

Bella nearly killed Ms. Priscilla. If Prarese knew everything, why would she help the enemy?

Harry's logic faltered, and he said somewhat awkwardly, "Even Praris can be fooled sometimes, right?"

Chapter 162 The New Sun

“We should call George and Fred over,” Ron suddenly suggested. “Let them use magic to deal with these purple cabbages!”

Ron's birthday was still a few months away, and Harry's was still six months away. Only then would they be legally permitted to use magic off-campus.

boom!

The fireplace emitted the sound of Floo Powder being used.

Harry and Ron both stood up quickly. They thought it was Mr. Weasley returning and wanted to ask him why he was leaving get off work so early today.

"Pray! Severus!"

Ms. Priscilla dropped the large ladle and ran excitedly toward the fireplace with a squeal of delight.

Praris, who had just emerged from the fireplace, immediately locked onto his target, took a few steps forward, and threw himself into Ms. Prie's arms.

“Oh my god,” Ron drawled, then whispered, “Speak of the devil.”

Just now, Harry was saying bad things about those two.

Now, the two of them are in the kitchen.

That's really weird.

Harry's lips twitched twice: "Who says otherwise?"

"Pop! Pop! Pop!"

Ms. Priscilla kissed Praris several times on the cheek, then gently stroked her face and arms: "Merlin! Darling, you've gotten so thin again?"

Ron, holding the purple cabbage, muttered to himself, "My mom did the same thing to Ginny when we first got home."

Mrs. Weasley was so preoccupied with feeling sorry for her daughter that she completely ignored the muscles her youngest daughter had developed from playing Quidditch.

But Harry noticed that Praderne had visibly lost weight. It was hard to see at night, but now it was impossible to hide during the day. Her pale, thin appearance was very similar to Malfoy's, which aroused some suspicion in Harry.

“Severus, why did you bring Prie along?” Lady Prie quickly greeted Snape. “Please sit down! Have you had lunch? Would you like something to eat?”

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Ms. Priscilla is still asking Snape if he's had lunch yet... It seems she and Snape are quite familiar with each other.

In fact, Snape had met Prim Purnell long before the Order of the Phoenix was re-established.

At that time, for some reason, Snape made time to meet with Purnell. This led to some secrets that the two of them kept together.