HP North Star's Radiance

In short, although this fortune teller junior can be a bit of a pain at times, she is a very interesting and lovely friend.

After Ryan Prince was brutally murdered by the Death Eaters, Sylvia sold most of her possessions to support the Order of the Phoenix's rebellion.

“I hope you win,” Sylvia said wistfully, “but I don’t entirely hope you win.”

Sirius's eyes widened: "I said, you're not doing a divination right now, are you?"

This is so hard to understand!

After that, Sylvia disappeared from the wizarding world.

It was wartime, and it wasn't surprising that anyone died—except for Voldemort and Dumbledore.

During her pregnancy, Lily became sentimental and often thought of Sylvia, who had disappeared, worrying that something might have happened to her.

James and Sirius would comfort Lily, saying that Hill was such a good fortune teller that he would have run away long ago if he encountered danger, so how could anything have happened to him?

Unexpectedly, things have changed.

James and Lily are gone, Lupin later lives in poverty, Peter betrays them, and he and Sylvia are both sent to Azkaban.

What Sirius found even more unacceptable was that Sylvia's child was right next to Winnie, yet Winnie allowed her to become a Slytherin!

No wizard or witch who later turned evil was not from Slytherin! What's more, Ryan died at the hands of a Death Eater who was from Slytherin!

Chapter 164 Two Doctors

Winnie shoved Sirius past her and gave him a hard bump on the shoulder. With a cold expression, she reached out and pushed open the dormer window in the attic, letting the cold wind howl in.

"Wake up to your stupid brain!" Winnie snapped, her expression mocking. "Do you think I'll give in to you just because you're not smart enough?!"

The wind blew Sirius's black hair, which clung to his face. He lowered his head, his expression gloomy.

“Oh! How funny!” Winnie exclaimed, raising her hand. “How bad Slytherin is! Is Peter Pettigrew a Slytherin? Is Quirrell a Slytherin?!”

"Voldemort is Slytherin!" Sirius Black said viciously. "Bellatrix is ​​Slytherin! And many Death Eaters are Slytherin..."

“Your cousin Andromeda is a Slytherin too!” Winnie interrupted him. “Would you tell her: Andromeda, you’re a Slytherin, you’ll turn bad someday! Would you?”

“Sirius, that’s prejudice! What makes a person a certain kind of person isn’t the house they’re in, but what they aspire to be!” Winnie poked Sirius in the chest. “People say that every Black family member will become a Slytherin, does that mean you’ve become a Slytherin?”

The attic fell silent instantly, so quiet that you could almost hear the snow falling.

Winnie, who came from Voldemort's era, did initially harbor some prejudice against Slytherins. But after knowing Prader for so long, that prejudice gradually dissipated.

They would occasionally tell each other wild Ravenclaw jokes, such as about Quirrell, Voldemort's former henchman, and herself, or about the unreliable Lockhart...

Of the three, the only one unaffected by the hellish jokes is Prim, who is from Hufflepuff—but what's even more hellish is that people often can't remember which house Prim graduated from.

Sirius tossed his slightly long black hair, smoothing it behind his head with his hand, and said dejectedly, "I can't argue with you Ravenclaws... Have you applied to see Sylvia?"

Can't win an argument? You only say "I can't win an argument" when there's no logic to it!

“I applied.” Winnie was too lazy to argue with him anymore. She said sadly, “But she doesn’t want to see me.”

Sylvia didn't want to see Winnie; seeing Winnie was pointless. Her only blood relative was Severus Snape, and only her cousin Snape could regain custody of his daughter and bring Praderes out of the convent.

But Snape never went to Azkaban.

Sylvia repeatedly consulted the oracle in the darkness, hoping to see her daughter find a good home.

But before the Dementors drained her happiness, she had already lost all her active spiritual power in the pain of accidentally killing her husband and the torment of losing her daughter.

Sylvia's soul became a stagnant pool, her vision clouded, and she could no longer see the stars that shone deep within her soul.

Perhaps when Sylvia faced her husband's unusual self-deception, her eyes had already lost their brightness.

She simply refused to believe it, stubbornly trying to retrieve her daughter's needle from the sea of ​​fate.

Perhaps she had gone mad long ago, but madmen were not uncommon in Azkaban, so much so that she thought she was no different from the others.

Winnie and Sirius came down from the attic together.

"You two?" Tonks looked at them in surprise, never expecting that these two could get along so well.

Winnie pulled Tonks close and whispered to her, "Didn't your mother take her cousin to get his IQ tested?"

Tonks was flustered, but when he turned around, he found Sirius still lost in his own world, seemingly daydreaming.

"Shh!" Tonks said nervously, "Who swears in front of others!"

“Yeah, right!” Winnie scoffed. “I’m just—a silly girl! Go to bed early!”

They reached the bedroom door, where Praris had moved a chair and placed an oil lamp beside him, dozing off as he waited for her.

Upon seeing Winnie and Tonks, Praris quickly stood up and bowed slightly to Tonks: "Goodnight, Tonks!"

"Goodnight, little Pry!" Tonks waved to her with a smile, but almost bumped into a vase in the corner as he turned around, and hurriedly helped himself up.

Winnie laughed heartily without holding back.

In the bedroom, Ms. Prie slept on the side against the wall, while Praris slept in the middle.

Winnie came in, took off her shoes, and lay down on the outermost side: "Move a little further in! I'll fall!"

“Darling, why don’t you find another guest room to sleep in?” Ms. Priscilla said sullenly in the darkness.

Winnie mumbled, "It's so cold sleeping alone, Pry, give me a hug!"

"Will you hug me or Ms. Priscilla!" Praris yelled in the darkness. "Ms. Priscilla, you have to control her, she's going to squash me!"

Ms. Prie cried out in a panicked whisper, "Oh dear! Let go! You're suffocating Prie!"

"Who told her to steal my bed!" Winnie grinned mischievously. "Plares, you're so warm!"

"Ms. Priscilla! Winnie touched my stomach with her ghostly hand!" Praris screamed. "It's so cold! What a creep—"

"Winifred Brown! Get out of my room if you keep acting up!"

"Prim! I knew I was just an accident in this house, sob sob..."

the next morning.

Ms. Priscilla got up early to cook.

Praris sat on the bed in her pajamas and glared at Winnie.

Winnie swung her legs and crossed her arms, revealing a roguish smile: "My little witch, don't be angry! Weren't you worried I'd catch a cold yesterday?"

"Is that your excuse for covering my stomach with your icy hands?!" Praris childishly threw a pillow at her.

I miss Winnie when I don't see her.

When I saw Winnie...

The death penalty, to be carried out immediately!

“I’ve already been punished!” Winnie waved her hand. “Prim pinched my stomach so hard this morning that it’s all bruised! Look!”

Praris rolled her eyes: "Who wants to see your belly! Put your shirt on properly!"

Around nine o'clock, just after Prarese finished his oatmeal, Professor Snape arrived.

Prareese swore she saw Harry and Ron's eyes follow her and Snape.

“Sir, he’s on the second floor,” Praris said briefly.

Snape nodded, and like a black bat, he swept across the restaurant and quickly flew upstairs.

Praris quickly washed his hands and followed.

“Plares!” Harry finally couldn’t hold back any longer. “What exactly are you planning to do?!”

Praris seemed to only then notice Harry, and said in a praising tone, "I almost forgot about you—Harry, well done!"

After saying that, Praris quickly ran up to the second floor.

“Did you hear what she said?” Harry exclaimed incredulously. “She looked exactly like this last year!”

With something in his mouth, Ron mumbled, "I heard her say you did a good job. What did you do?"

"I need to know the answer to you!" Harry was completely confused.

The meeting room on the second floor.

Snape lit a flame with his wand and repeatedly heated a silver dagger.

He said in a calm voice, "Dumbledore, cutting off your hand in one go... that's not easy."

Of course, he has ways to cut off a hand at once, but those spells all have some side effects, which may affect the efficacy of the limb regeneration potion.

Prareus laid out several bottles of medicine on the table and introduced them to Dumbledore: "Sir, these are potions to control the spread of the curse. You need to take them fifteen minutes before the surgery to ensure that the effects are at their peak during the operation."

Praris pointed to the second bottle: "This is a medicine to temporarily enhance your physical condition. You should take it five minutes before the surgery to ensure that you do not go into shock or even die from excessive blood loss."

“The first two vials were made by Professor Snape.” Prareus pointed to the third vial: “Given your desire to remain conscious during the surgery, this third vial of anesthetic, which will temporarily render you unconscious, is not to be trifled with.”

"Finally, there is the limb regeneration potion. You need to take it the moment after Professor Snape cuts off your hand."

Dumbledore calmly said, "Doctors, should I write a will?"

“If you’re not dead, you can feed your will to the dogs,” Snape said calmly. “If you are dead, we’ll both be bitten to death by the dogs.”

Praris popped the cap off the bottle and said the cruel words with great politeness: "Yes, so you'd better stay alive—please, drink the whole bottle."

Downstairs, Harry anxiously bit his fingers: "Ron, what do you think they're doing?"

Ginny strode over the sofa and said bluntly, "A real man doesn't hesitate—knock on the door! Ask Prince what you're doing!"

“What if they’re up to something…” Ron said hesitantly, “Snape won’t let us off the hook.”

"Is this the first time Snape has punished you?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

That's definitely not it!

So the three of them strolled up to the second floor, leaving Ginny by the stairs to keep watch and prevent any adults from coming over.

In the conference room.

Dumbledore drank the second potion.

Snape had sharpened the dagger and burned it clean, trying to inflict as much pain as possible on Dumbledore.

"How are you feeling right now?" Praris asked.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment: "I'm a little full."