HP North Star's Radiance

Praris was lost in thought.

"Are you even listening to me?!" Malfoy ran in front of her and blocked the candlelight.

Praris snapped out of her reverie and blinked. "Oh, right, that's how it is. But what can we do? Dumbledore hid a treasure in the school, and they all got extra points for protecting it. What can we do? Protect Dumbledore's Philosopher's Stone too? You know that's impossible."

"Professor Snape favored Slytherin, giving us points and deducting points from Gryffindor. Dumbledore favored Gryffindor, after all, he was originally from Gryffindor, so he gave Gryffindor points. That's normal."

“Malfoy, you should know that we don’t need to worry about the House Cup anymore. If the headmaster wants Gryffindor to win, then even if Gryffindor loses zero points, Dumbledore can find five people in Gryffindor to each add one hundred points.”

Malfoy's face darkened further, and he said angrily, "I have to tell my dad! He changed the results of the College Cup, that's not fair!"

Praris scooped up Nina, a kitten that was passing by, and scratched its chin: "Telling your whole family won't help. The headmaster didn't change the results of the Academy Cup. Didn't you notice? When he first announced the scores of the four academies, he deliberately didn't announce the results of the Academy Cup. We had already lost at that point."

Malfoy was still furious, but he had calmed down.

That makes sense; no one can remain furious after being doused with cold water twice.

He snatched Nina away and stroked the cat against the grain of its fur, making Nina's fur stand on end and causing her to howl and scream.

Praris turned his head away in disgust: "You brute."

After saying that, she immediately picked up the distraught Nina and quickly stroked her chin.

"Hey, give me an address." Malfoy's eyes darted around, avoiding Prareas. "My family is on vacation in Spain, and we're sending you some local specialties."

Prarese paused for a few seconds while smoothing her hair, and then said, "Just give it to me when school starts."

"Do you think I'm that interested in knowing where you live? Everyone gets a gift, and I'm just worried you'll think I have a problem with you again," Malfoy suddenly said, looking quite angry. "If you don't want me to know, then fine."

After saying that, he turned and left, no one knew what kind of anger he had gotten into this time.

Didn't you just stop being angry?

Praris watched his retreating figure, his mind filled with questions.

Are all boys' emotions this unstable?

When did she realize that Malfoy had a problem with her?

Wasn't it her who deliberately poked at this guy's heart every time?

Praris couldn't understand it, so he decided to ignore it.

After the year-end banquet, the teachers announced the final exam results. Prareas, with his monstrous memory and intelligence, came in first place.

The second place goes to Hermione Granger of Gryffindor.

Prarese knew this was completely unfair; Granger and she weren't on the same level. Granger was going to protect the Philosopher's Stone with Potter, and she didn't have Prarese's photographic memory.

Therefore, Praris still admired the girl very much.

The holiday began, and the dormitory seemed to empty out in an instant. When Praris looked back at the dormitory, she could still recall the nervousness she felt when she first arrived.

It feels like a long time has passed, yet it also feels like it was just yesterday.

In addition, Marcus sent them a notification.

"We can't use magic during the holidays?" Praris exclaimed in surprise.

Marcus, who was checking and counting the number of people, nodded without hesitation when he heard her words: "Of course, it's the same every year."

Prarese recalled her feat at the Leaky Cauldron last summer and felt thankful that she hadn't been discovered.

Soon, everyone boarded the Hogwarts Express and changed into their own clothes.

Of course, Praris was still wearing that black dress. However, she had altered it back at the Leaky Cauldron, adding a ruffled neckline, leg-of-mutton lantern sleeves, and accordion pleats to the front.

Just like her life, which started as a dull and dark childhood, it gradually changed with different embellishments and decorations.

She is still herself, but she is no longer the same as before.

Finally, the train stopped at the familiar platform, where a person was guarding the train and instructing students to allow only two or three people to pass at a time.

Milison had too much luggage, so Praris walked with her to help her.

"What's wrong with Malfoy now? He's avoiding you today," Milison asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.

Praris shook his head: "Isn't he always like this? He gets angry at himself from time to time."

“Never mind him, how am I supposed to send you a letter? I’ll miss you,” Milison pouted, acting coquettishly towards her.

Chapter 21 Miss Winnie

Prarese didn't want anyone to know that she lived in Diagon Alley.

Think about it, how could a child with a home stay in Diagon Alley instead of going home for vacation?

The problem is, she can put off until the start of the school term to accept the gift, but I can't exactly say she doesn't want it, can I?

Prareas thought for a moment and said, "Send it to the Owl Post Office in Diagon Alley. I'll pick it up there in a while."

Milison released his grip on the luggage and hugged Praris: "I will definitely write to you."

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Diagon Alley, Leaky Cauldron

This is Praris's first week back.

Yes, she prefers to use the word "back" when referring to Leaky Cauldron.

For Praris, home is where she finds happiness, not just a place to live. Even if she were to pay rent to stay at the Leaky Cauldron, she would feel much more at ease than in the convent.

In the monastery, Praris often fantasized about what a home would be like, a place with a warm fireplace, plenty of food, fluffy blankets, and people who cared for her.

Later she discovered that this place seemed to be the Slytherin dormitory at Hogwarts.

Before that, this place was the Leaky Cauldron.

Tom wasn't surprised at all by her arrival; it seemed Professor Snape had already arranged everything.

"Of course I knew you would come back. You said you still wanted to eat my buttered bread."

Tom greeted Praris warmly, as if she were an old friend.

“Hogwarts is a great place, I think you would agree.”

Praris held his teacup and nodded in approval.

Yes, she was never that good.

"So, you've become a Slytherin?" Tom asked, a little surprised, but then quickly realized. "Indeed, that's a choice you'd make."

Prarese said, "I thought you would find it annoying, at least no one from the other three houses likes us."

Tom, wiping his glass, said wistfully, “That’s true now, but it wasn’t always like that. Little Pry, do you think the type of school a person attends determines what kind of person they are?”

“I don’t think so,” Prares said without hesitation. “Professor Quirrell used to be a Ravenclaw student, but you’ve probably heard about the mistakes he’s made this semester.”

Although most people were unaware of the true details of the Philosopher's Stone incident, the general situation was revealed as the students returned home.

"If Slytherin is the only bad one, and the other three houses are all great people, how do you explain Professor Quirrell? It can't be that he just made a mistake and Slytherin were born bad, can it?"

After Praris finished speaking, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"You still call him Professor Quirrell?" Tom asked a completely unrelated question.

Praris nodded. “Sir, I call him Professor because he taught me in class, as a sign of respect for his profession. It’s not because I admire the man.”

Tom smiled, narrowing his eyes. "That's good. You have your principles, and they don't waver because of anything else. I'm old, as run-down as this pub. I've met some terrifying Slytherins, and I've met some respectable Slytherins. What truly determines who you are isn't which house you belong to, but what you choose to be."

“I don’t think I’m a purely good person,” Praris said calmly, “but I’m not a purely bad person either. I think most people in the world are like that, until they experience a devastating day, or a day when we’re happy enough to never fall into depravity.”

Tom wanted to pat the child's head, but he didn't want to ruin her hairstyle, so he could only squat down and find a box of cookies to hand to her.

“Good girl, I think that’s enough for you right now. Think about it, even I, old Tom, am scared. You really frightened me last year. Adults are like that, so how can we expect a minor to think so much?”

The conversation with Tom changed Praris's mind somewhat, but not much.

Who wouldn't care what others think of them? The Slytherin students were no exception.

But this seems to have become a convention, even if Prares hasn't done anything to Gryffindor yet, Weasley will point at her and say, "This is a Slytherin!"

Tom's words did not offer her any solace, but her own reflections during the process convinced her.

That's unnecessary.

No matter how others see her, it doesn't change the fact that she is a certain kind of person.

If she were truly angered and retaliated because of others' persuasion, thinking, "Since you've all said that, wouldn't I be letting you down if I didn't do the same?"

Napraris could fall into the same trap as others with the "Pygmalion effect".

“Thank you, Tom,” Praris said, raising her teacup and smiling at Tom.

Prarese was still a studious person, but this time she didn't stay on the second floor as much as before.

Diagon Alley is a great place.

There's always a steady stream of people at the Leaky Cauldron, where Praris can hear news from wizards all over the world.

Some wizards were Aurors, and they talked at length about past wars, referring to the "mysterious man" as "Voldemort." Although most wizards dared not engage with him.

Some wizards are mediocre alchemists who claim to have heard of Nicolas Flamel in some country and are going to find the secret of the Philosopher's Stone.

Some wizards live among Muggles, drawing inspiration from them to invent useful household magic.

I'm very interested in this Praris!

The witch, Winnie, generously shared her creation with Praris: "It's a laundry magic, dear. You know what a washing machine is? It's a machine that Muggles use to wash clothes. I started by imitating a washing machine; we can bring up water, like this."

Miss Winnie waved her wand, and the water in the glass began to move with her wand, turning into a river in the air.

“I was planning to use it to wash clothes, but that’s too inconvenient. You know, it’s gone in a flash,” Winnie said happily. “So, I’m going to make it roll around like a tornado, washing the clothes back and forth, just like the water flow in a washing machine.”

“But as far as I know, Muggles add some laundry detergent,” Prarese said. “If that’s all, you might not be able to get oil stains clean.”

Praris, who has extensive experience in washing clothes, immediately spotted the problem.

“That’s right. I didn’t expect you to know so much about Muggles,” Miss Winnie said, pleasantly surprised. “That’s why I thought of adding detergent directly to the water so that the water from washing clothes can clean them directly.”

"Why don't you use a cleansing spell?" Praris asked humbly.

Winnie shook her head: “Miss, it’s different. The Cleansing Charm can only clean surface dirt, and some grease is not covered by it. You know, there’s also the Whirlwind Sweep Charm, but it can’t clean grease either. But if you use this Water Wash Charm, you can achieve your goal by adding the cleaning agent you want. I can even use different scented cleaning agents, so the clothes will have different fragrances after washing.”

Praris suddenly realized. Miss Winnie was indeed a talented wizard, even though her ideals lay in the realm of domestic affairs.