HP North Star's Radiance

Otherwise, how is he any different from Snape, who has been attacking him and Neville all along?

But Harry also paradoxically craved this feeling. After escaping Snape's shadow, the Half-Blood Prince and Slughorn gave him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment in Potions.

"It's not that I'm bad at potions; if I had replaced my teacher with a half-blood prince, everything would have been different."

Just now, Prareas stormed up to Harry, who was initially puzzled. But when Prareas uttered those same misunderstandings about him as the Daily Prophet, Harry's temper flared, and he uttered some incomprehensible words!

"Oh?" Praris chuckled. "Given your behavior, Lockhart is justified as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, right? Even if his experiences were borrowed from others, even if he didn't actually experience those dangers firsthand, it's still acceptable, isn't it?"

In Prarese's view, Harry's current behavior is no different from Lockhart's!

Without experiencing any dangerous battles or obtaining the consent of the individuals involved, Lockhart completely forgot about those wizards, misappropriated their experiences, wrote and published books, and applied for teaching positions!

Harry, without going through the same process of thinking, experimenting, and summarizing as the professor, and without obtaining the professor's consent, directly used his learning results and became a potions genius!

Prarese's words plunged Harry into an icy abyss.

Harry used to despise Lockhart for his smugness and self-aggrandizement of others' work! But now, people actually think he has something in common with Lockhart.

No! That's not what Harry thought! He thought the Half-Blood Prince's notebook was some kind of adventure.

Just like in Muggle mythology, Cú Chulainn won the Gabriel García Minecraft because of his courage, and Harry discovered the wonders of the notebook because he dared to try.

"No!" Harry gripped his clothes, his face flushed. "I'm not..."

“I once said to myself!” Praris walked around Harry, speaking in a very authoritative tone, “Perhaps Harry is processing knowledge gained through external means. So, last class I specifically looked at your cauldron from afar…”

In the last lesson, Slughorn's question was given on the spot, and the answer couldn't be found in the textbook.

If Harry truly digests the knowledge in the textbook and the professor's previous notes, then he will surely be able to brew a potion sufficient to cure the poison.

Even if he only digested about 70-80% of it, he could at least make something decent, something like Hermione's!

But his crucible... Praris glanced at it from afar and never wanted to look at it a second time.

“You’ve disappointed me.” Praris glanced at him dismissively. “You’ve disappointed me even more than last year.”

“No! I am learning from that stuff, just not potions!” Harry looked up and raised his voice. “I got a zero in Snape’s class, but Slughorn praised me for reading The Half-Blood Prince! That’s because… Snape’s teaching style doesn’t suit me!”

Harry was more interested in the interesting spells than the potions on the list.

"A half-blood prince?" Praris was taken aback.

After a few seconds of pause, she seemed to realize something, covered her face and burst into laughter: "Sorry... Potter, I couldn't help it, this is just too funny! Do you want to think about what my last name is?"

What is Praris's last name?

Her last name is Prince.

The second before Praris laughed, she repeated the words "the Half-Blood Prince."

“Prince?” Harry stared blankly, stammering, “The Half-Blood Prince?”

Praris shrugged, emphasizing "Prince": "Do I need to explain? The Half-Blood Prince is Half-Blood Prince. Yes, I mean, the Half-Blood Prince is my cousin."

The word "cousin" has a broad meaning. While "cousin" should indeed be used for one's maternal uncle, it can also refer to cousins, cousins, or even other distant relatives.

Harry didn't know what kind of relationship Prasin's "cousin" represented between the Half-Blood Prince and her, but Prasin's explanation wasn't incomprehensible.

It turns out that the true meaning of "half-blooded prince" is someone who has half Prince blood flowing through their veins.

Harry felt a deep sense of embarrassment and guilt!

So, is he doing something so despicable?

He uses the books of Praris's relatives to attack Praris. He hasn't truly digested the Half-Blood Prince's knowledge and made it his own; instead, he's merely using it to satisfy some of his own inner desires.

“I…” Harry’s face, which had stopped turning red, turned pale, and he said rapidly, “Plares! It’s my fault! I’m sorry! I’ll return the Half-Blood Prince’s book to you!”

After saying that, Harry ran off without looking back, as if a basilisk was chasing him.

It's more accurate to say that this is even more terrifying than the basilisk chasing him. If he encountered the basilisk, he wouldn't run away!

The February winds of the Scottish Highlands blew across her face, ruffling the stray hairs at her temples, and Praris finally calmed down.

Her approaching Harry today was by no means a wise decision. It's not safe here, and this is not the right time.

But... there might be better times, but none that would make her feel any better any faster. In a kind of cruelly pleasurable release, Praris released the feelings that had been pent up inside her.

Harry had gone to track down Malfoy, but he returned without even seeing him. Hermione was utterly bewildered, looking at the panting and disheveled Harry, completely confused about what had happened.

"Didn't you go to find Malfoy?" Hermione asked in a low voice. "Did you find out something?"

Harry slumped heavily into the sofa opposite Hermione, shaking his head absently. "No, Hermione... I think I did something wrong. The Half-Blood Prince is related to Praris..."

Snape was a professor Praders respected. Harry couldn't tell Praders how he felt when he faced Snape, but he could say the same to Hermione.

Harry concealed his thoughts about James. Although he disapproved of James's actions, he couldn't bring himself to speak ill of his deceased father to Hermione.

“I don’t know…” Hermione said sadly for Harry, “I didn’t expect you to still remember what happened last year.”

Snape's teaching methods are not something everyone can accept.

Even for Praris, if her potion-making in class is slightly inferior to her usual level... while she might not lose points, she will still receive severe criticism in front of everyone.

—In other words, Malfoy never suffers this pain!

To be honest, Hermione felt that both Slughorn and Prarese were more suited to be professors than Snape.

Snape should have started a small class, teaching only those students he selected and approved. Or he could have simply stopped teaching and gone into potions research.

But what Hermione didn't know was that Snape also wished he could be like the alchemy professor, only teaching older students who were mentally mature and met the required level!

Snape would have been more comfortable teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts to older students.

In his fifth year, Harry faces a host of challenges, including Dumbledore being expelled from school, the DA going into hiding, Umbridge's oppressive rule, and being misunderstood by the public.

In this situation, he was publicly given a zero by Snape and ridiculed... Hermione could understand Harry's resentful feelings.

“I think Professor Snape was just putting on an act for Professor Umbridge.” Hermione reached out and hugged Harry. “You know who he is. If he were nicer to you, how would Voldemort believe in his loyalty?”

Harry almost instinctively wanted to argue, but he couldn't bring himself to speak because of what he had done this semester.

He completely understood Praris's feelings; he wouldn't be happy if someone used Lily's things to put him in a bad light.

“Harry, although this wasn’t your choice, you recognized your mistake,” Hermione said earnestly, word by word. “Although it was very hasty, you apologized.”

Harry covered his face in annoyance: "Please, stop using so many 'althoughs'!"

Hermione was amused by him.

Well, she believed Harry had indeed learned his lesson!

“But Harry, although I kept urging you to confess to Talia, I didn’t know the Half-Blood Prince was her relative at the time,” Hermione said with a troubled expression. “You’re right, we need to keep the Half-Blood Prince’s notes for a while until we get the memories about the Horcruxes from Slughorn.”

“You actually allowed me to do this?” Harry was dumbfounded.

Hermione, where are your principles?!

Hermione lowered her head in shame: "Yes, that's not right."

Hermione was indeed once a very rule-abiding person, but her rule-abiding gradually evolved into looking for loopholes in the school rules to avoid being punished.

After encountering a rule-abusing administrator like Umbridge, Hermione's understanding of rules became more flexible—specifically, she only followed the rules that Umbridge approved of.

Hermione felt this was putting Praris in a difficult position, as Praris had always helped her. Therefore, Praris's consent was essential; otherwise, it shouldn't be done!

Just when Harry thought Hermione was about to give up again, Hermione suddenly looked up.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Come on, let’s write a sincere apology letter to our Talia and her half-blood prince! And then explain to her the necessity of continuing to borrow textbooks!”

"What if she doesn't agree?" Harry asked nervously.

Harry doesn't rule out the possibility that Hermione might make him confess to Prarese with tears streaming down his face!

Hermione picked up her textbook again and said matter-of-factly, "Of course we should think of other ways! She's already given us so many ways to get Professor Slughorn to talk! We can't ask too much of others!"

Harry scratched his head: "Her method sounds good, but it's too complicated... If all else fails, I'll drink some Felix Felicis, maybe that will allow me to skillfully use these techniques."

Prarese's method... in short, is too Prarese-esque and more suited to her own style.

Human emotions are complex and ever-changing, and psychological thoughts are unpredictable. Harry can't be like Prader, able to see every detail if she so desires... Perhaps he needs a bit more luck to get Slughorn to open up.

But Harry felt a little embarrassed when he thought about how he obtained the Felix Felicis.

He preferred to try other methods unless absolutely necessary... He didn't want to be seen as someone like Lockhart anymore.

The only interesting thing next was the Phantom Manifestation course.

The Quidditch players who were good at flying didn't get much success in the Apparition class.

In contrast to them, Praris, who was timid and hesitant in flight class, was a great success in this class, and successfully moved from one end of the auditorium to the other in just a few tries.

“Perhaps this is some kind of compensation,” Seamus said, rubbing his head where he’d been hit. “People who are bad at Quidditch should at least get some reward in Apparition.”

Daphne doesn't usually get involved in the academy's struggles; she's just an extreme pureblood believer.

But this time she retorted defiantly to Seamus: "Wow, what a great point! Since your Apparition is so bad, and you haven't brought any glory to your house in the Gryffindor Quidditch team, you're truly a hidden gem!"

Seamus angrily said to the Slytherin girl, "Well, you haven't learned Apparition either!"

Daphne raised an eyebrow, covered her mouth and laughed: "But I know my place!"

“And you—” she pointed at Ximo, making a mocking face, “Hehehehe!”

Chapter 171 Listen to what Pansy has to say!

Milison had just failed at Apparition and was dazed, collapsing to the ground.

She yelled at Daphne, who had returned victorious, "This is the first time I've seen you actively provoke Gryffindor!"

"When you Apparated, did you turn your brain into oatmeal?" Daphne said, frowning and raising her chin. "Gryffindor provoked us first!"

Daphne's ears hadn't been bitten off by the rats; she could hear everything clearly.

Praris's successful Apparition was because she was always this powerful, and has always been this powerful! It wasn't some laughable compensation! If you're not good enough, don't try to comfort yourself, okay?

But Daphne didn't voice her true feelings; she didn't want to see Praris's silly, "you're so nice" expression.

Without having to practice Apparition repeatedly in the auditorium, Praris was able to free up some time.

She sat on the bed reading the letter brought by the owl.

It was a rather thick roll of parchment, filled to the brim with writing. Harry's handwriting wasn't very neat, which made the apology letter somewhat tiring to read.

The first half, about 70-80%, is Harry's apology and inner monologue about using the "Half-Blood Prince" textbook during this period.