HP North Star's Radiance

Because of Prader's presence, Ms. Priscilla calls Snape Severus, treating him slightly less well than a girl.

Snape politely declined, but it was of no use.

“Dumbledore agreed,” Snape said expressionlessly. “No, has he returned?”

Snape never ate at number twelve Grimmauld Place. He was always in a hurry, as if he didn't want to stay in that building for even a second longer.

“Dumbledore didn’t say when he’d be back,” Mrs. Priscilla said, still holding Prader. “Are you going to stay and wait for him?”

“No.” Snape looked at Prareus. “Tell Dumbledore I’m coming tomorrow and tell him to be ready.”

"So soon?" Praris pulled his head out of Ms. Prie's arms. "Yes, sir."

Snape didn't say much, turned and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.

"Honey, have you eaten?" Ms. Priscilla asked Praris.

Prarese shook his head, and Ms. Prie immediately searched the kitchen for something to eat. She muttered to herself, "Why doesn't Severus eat something before he leaves?"

Upon seeing Prareas, Harry suddenly remembered something and asked, "Prareas, when is your birthday?"

Praris gave him a cold look, then glanced at the purple cabbage in his hand and on the table, raised an eyebrow and smiled, "You can continue!"

Prareas doesn't even want to remember her real birthday anymore. But officially, it's Christmas—and there are still a few days until Christmas.

Yes, Slughorn's Christmas party is before Christmas. That's normal; he wouldn't do something thankless!

Therefore, Harry can forget about getting Prader to use magic to help them peel the purple cabbage.

This was the first time Ron had witnessed Prasris's extraordinary abilities. He and Harry hadn't said a word, but Prasris seemed to know exactly what Harry was planning.

So Prarese happily ate his bacon and egg sandwich at one end of the table, while they toiled away at the other, creating a stark contrast.

Ms. Priscilla placed the last plate in front of Praris and said softly, “I’ll go and call my dear Winnie down; she’ll be so happy to hear that.”

Praris nodded obediently.

As soon as Ms. Priscilla left, Harry immediately asked, "Why would Dumbledore agree to let you join the Order of the Phoenix?"

Praris slowly wiped his mouth before answering him, "Perhaps it's because Ms. Prie missed me."

Harry thought to himself, "I think you're the one who misses Ms. Priscilla!"

“What does Mr. Snape want Dumbledore to prepare?” Harry almost bit his tongue as he said this.

“You’re much more polite now, please keep it up.” Praris took a sip of milk to catch his breath. “Let’s talk about the purple cabbage. How would you like it cut—just like that?”

Harry doesn't consider himself a fool!

He said without hesitation, "You're changing the subject!"

But Ron was overjoyed to hear this: "Great! I've been peeling purple cabbage until I'm practically turned into purple cabbage myself! But your birthday isn't here yet!"

Praris tilted his head, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Here you go!"

Ron's knife flew from his hand into the air, and the purple cabbage floated up, spinning rapidly under the knife, like a ball that had been hit and started spinning!

In about ten or twenty seconds, the purple cabbage was killed by the knife.

During this time, Praris was even cutting sausages with both hands using a knife and fork.

Harry tried very hard to steer the conversation back on track!

But Ron was determined to "kill" all the purple cabbages before Ms. Prie returned, in a show of skill combined with Praris's stunts.

This prevented Harry from inserting his own conversation into the conversation between the purple cabbage goddess and her fans.

Ron whispered to Harry, "You can ask questions anytime, but I really don't want to face these purple cabbage monsters anymore!"

Praris managed his time very well.

By the time Winnie and Ms. Prie reached the first floor, the last head of purple cabbage had been peeled.

"Prai!"

Winnie looked like she had just woken up from her afternoon nap; she was still wearing her pajamas, and her hair was all messy.

This was the first time Prader had seen Winnie since Ms. Prie's accident. Perhaps lovers' hearts are always alike; they looked at each other, their eyes meeting, and tears streamed down their faces.

Harry and Ron couldn't stand the sentimental scene any longer, so they quickly whispered that the purple cabbage was already peeled and quietly slipped out of the kitchen.

Winnie kept asking questions about things she already knew from others: "Dumbledore said you, an Owl, got 12 Os? Snape said you invented a spiritual potion and plan to become an apothecary at St. Mungo's..."

During the summer vacation, Winnie was still ill, and the Death Eaters, driven by vengeance, were hunting her down. This is why Praris was only able to meet Winnie today.

Praris didn't hold back, answering Winnie's questions earnestly one by one.

"You're amazing!" Praris praised Winnie. "I heard you gave Bellacris a good beating, and she was recovering from her injuries for a long time!"

Praliss doesn't care whether Bella is Draco's aunt or not! If you really want to count, Winnie is practically her aunt too!

If you combine Ms. Priscilla and Sylvia, Winnie is her entire aunt!

—Although kinship is not such a simple addition.

“That bitch’s magic hit me several times too,” Winnie said through gritted teeth, “making me bedridden for months.”

Black magic is the kind of magic that becomes more powerful the more negative emotions one has within oneself.

Although Bella, this madwoman, is far inferior to Winnie in skill and magical ability, she far surpasses Winnie in the power of dark magic.

Bella's dark magic is extremely destructive, and the doctors at St. Mungo's went to great lengths to save Winnie.

Winnie wasn't the kind of mature adult who only shared good news and kept the bad. She openly discussed the damage caused by dark magic with Praris, displaying a rather academic spirit, which earned her several glares from Ms. Priscilla.

"Oh dear!" Winnie drawled. "Prim, we're doing research!"

However, what they studied was black magic...

Ginny was surprised when she came downstairs; she didn't understand why Prader Prince was there.

Harry and Ron went to great lengths to explain that Prader was Mrs. Priscilla's daughter and Winnie's student.

Before this, neither Harry nor Ron could have imagined that they would have to explain Praris's identity in front of others and ask Ginny to keep it a secret!

This is simply unbelievable! They are Gryffindors, and she is a Slytherin!

“The Sorting Hat will be moved to tears by our unity,” Harry said self-deprecatingly. “But she doesn’t seem moved at all. I bet she’s not planning on telling me about Snape’s plans.”

“Wow!” Ron exclaimed boastfully, “Guess what! You bet right! Too bad no one’s going to reward you.”

“But I guess Dumbledore won’t come back,” Harry said. “Has he ever come back even once, except for the first day?”

Dumbledore is extremely busy; he wasn't often seen at school, and now he's even busier...

Ron said with a wry smile, "It's good. There's no reward for guessing correctly, but there's no punishment for guessing incorrectly either."

—Dumbledore is back.

Prareus immediately stood up and said to Dumbledore, "Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore entered, looking travel-worn, and said cheerfully, "I'm so glad for you, Praris. It looks like you had a wonderful Christmas holiday."

“Thanks to you, sir,” Praris said with a smile. “Of course, I’m also happy for you; you’ll have a very special holiday.”

"Oh?" Dumbledore's blue eyes gleamed behind his glasses. "I can't wait to hear what news you have in store for me!"

Dumbledore and Prasers went upstairs alone, without anyone else with them.

Ron looked at Harry and gestured with his fingers the actions of walking carefully and eavesdropping.

Harry sat down on the sofa, looking unhappy. "No, Ron. If one of the people talking is Prarese, she would never let us hear a single fly buzz in the house!"

"To avoid running into—a rude person like you!" Harry mockingly mimicked Praris's manner of speaking.

Ron laughed heartily: "You should have told me about her sooner! Seriously, has she always been this flawless?"

“It’s even worse than that!” Harry shrugged. “Prince is basically… cut a piece from Hermione, Snape, and Winnie and piece them together to form one person… Oh, and I almost forgot, there’s also a piece of Malfoy!”

“That’s terrible!” Ron shuddered.

The dreadful Praris carefully took a bottle of potion from his small Portuguese cork pouch.

The bottle was wrapped in a towel, and once the towel was opened, you could see the potion inside, which emitted an evil, dark green liquid.

“We have Harry to thank for that,” Praris confessed without reservation. “I hope you won’t hesitate to tell me that we used the basilisk’s venom.”

"How amazing!" Dumbledore stared intently at the potion. "What did not kill us will ultimately help us."

“Professor Snape means that our treatment will take place tomorrow,” Prareas said, slowing his pace. “Are you ready, alive?”

This is a topic that Voldemort would be jealous of.

Voldemort's lifelong pursuit—to live—was discarded by others like trash!

Dumbledore said meaningfully, "Plares, I thought you had a complete plan for dealing with this old man."

Praris laughed heartily and then dramatically wiped away two tears that had squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

“Sir, there’s nothing I can do. I’m too young to understand the torment you’re going through,” Praris said gently. “But often, what people call the reason for living is also the best reason for dying. *What people call the reason for having to die is also the best reason for living.”

Dumbledore once went to great lengths to destroy the Horcruxes in Harry's place. He also confessed to Harry those moments when he felt sorry for him. Even after learning of his inevitable death, he squeezed out countless lessons for Harry from his busy schedule.

If there's anything that could make Dumbledore choose to continue walking in this world, the only answer is Harry, or something that Harry represents.

“Why not look forward to tomorrow?” Praris said gently. “Life is unfortunate, sir, that is absolutely true. But tomorrow—tomorrow, the sun will rise as usual, and it will be a brand new sun.”

Was Prareus only referring to the sun?

She did not explain the issue.

Perhaps that was the sun, or perhaps it was more than just the sun.

But it was brand new, full of infinite possibilities, a radiant sun.

Dumbledore looked at her lovingly and smiled, saying, "Plares, I can't help but marvel at the new sun every day... it always brings me different surprises."

“You and Severus…” Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them with his sleeve, “you have already taken ninety-nine arduous steps.”

"I can't be stingy with taking this final step, can I?"

Chapter 163 Truth and Accusations

By the time the conversation ended, the room was much brighter than the outside.

A young woman with pink hair stood next to Winnie, gesturing wildly as if she were saying something interesting.