HP North Star's Radiance

Reality is cruel. Just when you think you'll be a dashing and talented figure in the drama of life, it can also leave you disheveled, sad, and heartbroken.

—Just as suffering can truly make a person whole, rather than twisted and incomplete.

Prareas kept saying he was waiting for Draco, waiting for him to accept his identity, waiting for him to understand that he couldn't use words as a weapon against those who loved him.

But what if he actually accepts it? What if he truly understands it?

He won't come looking for Praris.

Praris was well aware of this.

As long as Draco still doesn't want Prareus to see his sinful side, he will not face Prareus again, no matter how much he is suffering at this moment.

Praris laughed, a bitter laugh.

Honestly, why do they have such a damned understanding? Even their act of running away from each other back to back is exactly the same.

Prareas stood at the entrance to the Slytherin common room, feeling even more depressed as he realized he didn't know the new password.

Even this broken door has to be bullied!

Only at times like these does she remember that she has just turned seventeen and is in a ridiculously naive adolescence.

“Praris, what are you doing standing here?” Daphne asked in surprise.

Praris cursed herself inwardly; she had been so careless that she hadn't even noticed someone standing behind her!

She took a step back and said to Daphne, "Merry Christmas, Duffy. I just got back and don't know the password yet."

Without thinking, Daphne blurted out, "You actually have a family?"

Praris stared at Daphne in astonishment, her face saying, "Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

“Otherwise?” Praris’s eyes widened. “I grow out of the soil, drink rainwater and bask in the sun, and you think I can just pull one out of the ground every time you want?”

Daphne realized she had misspoke and looked frantically toward the common room door, nearly biting her tongue: "Determin—determination!"

“I’m so sorry,” Daphne said, somewhat flustered. “I saw your gift was still unopened in your dorm… but what I really meant was, I haven’t seen anyone sign your application to go to Hogsmeade, nor have I seen you go home for the holidays…”

It's been five and a half years now, and Praris has never been home for Christmas, nor has she ever received an Easter egg from home. Her application to Hogsmeade is always blank.

The other three girls had already accepted that Praris's family had suffered misfortune and that he was an orphan.

This is also why they never interfere with Praris's family, but are keen to bring Praris Hogsmeade snacks and share Easter eggs.

Okay, everyone in Slytherin is so mean! So arrogant! So unreasonable... Daphne felt more and more guilty as she thought about it, and then firmly told herself that she hadn't gone so far as to reopen old wounds with her best friend!

“You guessed right.” Praris shrugged. “I don’t have any direct blood relatives left, but I do have one or two collateral relatives.”

In Prader's eyes, "one or two" meant just one. Professor Snape was her mother's cousin, making him a collateral relative.

Although there should actually be two, Praris didn't know that.

Daphne didn't dare ask Praris how her Christmas was. She wished she could go back a few minutes and bite off her own tongue to avoid saying such hurtful things.

Daphne's tongue was imprisoned by herself, but Praris didn't actually feel hurt.

She knew Daphne hadn't done it on purpose.

Back in her dorm, Pralis unwrapped her Christmas presents one by one, and the last one was Draco's.

A miniature doll that generates heat for a long time when infused with a little magic—shaped like a pudding.

Praris always eats a pudding after meals.

"Draco, you clearly want to break up with me, so why are you knocking on my door?"

Prareas thought Draco was being very unreasonable.

Draco had already decided to push Prarese away, but he still gave her a gift, telling her that he remembered she was afraid of the cold and that she liked pudding for dessert.

Draco wanted to escape from her, but he kept looking back, wanting Prareas to know that he still had feelings for her.

Praris sighed and stuffed the pudding into his pocket as well.

In an instant, her pockets became bulging with a two-way mirror, a pocket watch, and pudding.

—Draco made up two-thirds of the vote.

That's so unreasonable!

The next day, Pansy and Millison returned.

Pansy met Jacob once during the holidays and brought them several large boxes and bags of Nuremberg gingerbread, Black Forest ham, and all kinds of chocolates and candies.

“The secrecy laws are too much trouble. Jacob came by train,” Pansy said with a laugh. “Muggle customs opened his suitcase, and it was full of food!”

The Secrecy Act requires wizards to avoid being seen by Muggles when crossing national borders. Now, with the Ministry of Magic under Scrimgeour's leadership being particularly strict, Jacob simply took the Muggle route to England.

Millison seemed a little agitated, resting his chin on his hand and chewing on candy as he said, "I'm about to graduate, but my aunt wants to use her connections to get me into Durmstrang for further studies."

"why?"

Can we transfer to another school at our wizarding school?

The former are Pansy and Daphne, and the latter is Praris.

Millison shrugged: "If you have connections and money, you can definitely get away with donating some supplies and facilities."

Karkaroff is finished. Many people don't know much about Durmstrang's new principal, but Berekka Burst is clearly not one of them.

“Aunt Becky said that Vander and Dumbledore will fight sooner or later, and Hogwarts is no longer safe,” Millison said worriedly. “Although I am a pure-blood, who knows what Vander and my mother might do?”

“You mean you don’t want to leave?” Praris asked.

Millison shook his head: "Yes, I'm not leaving. I'm graduating soon, aren't I? And Dumbledore is still alive—"

"Cough cough cough!" Pansy coughed wildly, signaling to Milison to stop talking nonsense.

Please, they're Slytherin. Who knows if there are any Death Eater children on the other side of the wall?

Prareas was lying in bed reading when Pansy quietly climbed onto her bed: "Pray, have you and Draco made up?"

Praris pulled back the covers to let her in: "My dear Miss Pansy, you've asked many times—no!"

“I don’t understand.” Pansy nestled into Praris’s arms as easily as Nina slipped into Milison’s bed. “You both like each other, so why are you torturing each other? What if Draco falls for someone else while you’re arguing?”

Praris said coldly, "Then I'll chop him up."

Pansy's eyes widened like a startled cat's: "Really?"

“Never mind,” Praris said slowly. “I won’t cut it.”

Pansy had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Praris say, "If you don't want to hurt his face—poison him, at least leave him with a whole corpse. Let me think of a good potion..."

“No, no, no, no!” Pansy said in horror. “Plares, I’ve thought about it carefully. Draco is so arrogant, how could he just like someone like that… He wouldn’t fall for someone else, no! Absolutely not!”

Praris laughed heartily and patted Pansy on the back: "Pansy, what's the rush? I was just teasing you!"

Pansy didn't think Prares was teasing her; she felt that Prares's words were highly plausible.

Draco is in danger!

Chapter 167 Tears

The first Monday after the Christmas holidays.

Slytherin was just a small territory, and Praris never encountered Draco even once, just like Orion and Scorpio, who clearly roamed the same sky but avoided each other.

On the notice board in the common room, below the password, was a notice about Apparition class. Below the notice board, Slytherin students huddled together, filling in their names with quills.

Pansy signed her name below Daphne's, then ran to Praris: "Play, aren't you going to sign?"

“Draco hasn’t signed yet,” Praris said meaningfully.

Pansy couldn't believe Praris had said this: "You won't sign just because he won't?"

“No, Pansy,” Praris chuckled. “If I sign, he won’t dare sign—I’m not the kind of person who would interfere with someone’s studies. What do you think?”

Prareas keenly realized that Draco was avoiding her.

Pansy felt a chill run down her spine. She shrank her neck and stammered, "I...I'm going to the auditorium for breakfast first! Yes! Breakfast!"

Just as Professor Snape was about to put the notice away, Prareus arrived late and signed his name after Draco's.

Apparition is a form of magical travel that allows a wizard to disappear from one place and reappear in another. When referring specifically to the process of disappearing, it can also be called teleportation. If the wizard apparites with another person by their side, it is called companion apparition.

The time Dumbledore took Prasris to Gringotts was when the squire manifested—because Prasris didn't have a pass.

Seriously, Dumbledore actually followed the law while committing illegal activities. It's like a Muggle robbing a bank but not letting his accomplice drive, simply because the accomplice doesn't have a driver's license and is violating the Road Traffic Act 1988!

Sometimes, the names for these magical journeys aren't so strict. People often confuse apparition with apparition—as long as the meaning is clear.

During the process of phantom manifestation, improper operation could potentially cause the body to separate. However, the severed parts can be reattached if treated promptly.

Of course, this is different from Praris's limb regeneration serum. Reattaching an arm and growing a new arm of the same length and size are two completely different concepts.

It seems that only Prareth in Slytherin has experienced Apparition—in fact, she can also Apparition, but she has no proof.

Out of some inexplicable trust, the Slytherin classmate skipped over the questions of whether Prasris could Apparate or had ever experienced Follower Apparate, and went straight to asking her what it felt like to have Follower Apparate and if there were any tips or tricks.

"Have you used Floo Powder before?" Praris said to Meryl, a nobody in the same college. "Apparition is almost a superposition of Floo Powder and Portable Key. It feels closer to Portable Key, but the technique is more similar to using Floo Powder."

"Does Appearance also require announcing the destination?" Meryl asked.

“No, not at all.” Praris shook his head. “But you need to be highly focused on your destination in your mind. Floo Powder and the fireplace actually simplify the Apparition process, so you can just shout out the location name instead.”

Meryl exclaimed, "That's so cool! Praris, you really do know everything!"

Praris had to clarify: "Meryl, I don't know everything..."

"And so humble!" Meryl exclaimed in amazement.

Praris couldn't continue, for fear that Meryl would exaggerate her as Merlin reincarnated.

In classes like Charms and Transfiguration, Draco preferred to sit near Gryffindor rather than near Praris.

After class, they heard Zabini say to Theodore, "Hey, brother, you know. The basilisk, don't come near it, don't look directly at it."

Pansy quickly said to Praris, "That's just how his mouth is—you know it!"

Praris said calmly, "You mean Zabini? He's talking about the basilisk, not me."

Pansy breathed a sigh of relief, but she didn't think Praris would let Zabini off so easily.

Sure enough, at dinner time, Pansy noticed that Zabini was not at the table.