HP North Star's Radiance

The latter half, about 20-30%, is Harry's request to continue using the textbooks.

The entire text was written with heartfelt sincerity, accompanied by tears.

Pfft—cough cough!

Praris couldn't help but cough.

She couldn't believe Hermione hadn't helped! The envelope was clearly a casual donation from Hermione, and it even had a Bulgarian rose on it, representing the country her boyfriend's team was from.

But Prarese sincerely hopes that Hermione will refer less to the works of British literary masters when she helps Harry write the apology letter!

This...this looks way too emotional!

Anyone who didn't know better would think that Harry and Hermione had stolen a script from some theater in London's West End!

"Dear Pry—are you reading this letter? Could you practice Apparition with me later?"

Milison came in from outside and saw Praris holding several sheets of paper as soon as he entered.

Praris immediately turned the letter over so that the side with the writing was inside and stuffed it into the envelope.

She readily agreed: "Of course, let's go!"

Milison was being pushed out by Praris. She looked back and saw the pattern on the envelopes on Praris's bed...it seemed to be some kind of pink rose?

“So!” Millison said excitedly to Pansy, “Are Pry and Draco making up? Is this Draco’s apology letter?”

“Of course not!” Pansy clenched her fist anxiously. “I’ve never seen Draco have an envelope like that… Besides, pink roses! Good heavens!”

Unless there is a special meaning, pink roses are usually given to young girls during the ambiguous stage of a relationship, and often represent first love!

Draco and Prareas have been dragging this out for so long, their cards are already revealed, why are they still being ambiguous? Besides, neither of them has confessed their feelings, so they can't even be considered each other's first love.

Pansy's alarm bells were ringing; someone was trying to take advantage of the argument between the young couple she had been trying to set up!

"Did you hear me!"

Pansy rolled her eyes, then glared at Draco, and said in a shrill voice, "Are you even listening to me? Don't you have any sense of crisis? Once Pray and that guy with the pink rose love letters are together, you—"

Pansy felt that Draco had completely changed. His face was as pale as a vampire's, his chin was pointed, he looked extremely haggard, and he always seemed to be deep in thought.

Could heartbreak have brought about such a change in him?

Pansy couldn't help but sigh: "If you're so upset, why don't you make up?"

Draco remained lost in thought for a while before slowly saying, "Perhaps, this is a good thing for her."

Pansy was so angry she laughed!

She never expected that Draco would utter such a stupid sentence after holding it in for so long!

"I never knew you were such a considerate person!" Pansy said indignantly. "Go to hell with your damn stupidity!"

Pansy stormed off.

With each step she took, the heels of her boots slammed loudly, each step a testament to the fire she hadn't yet vented.

Draco wandered into Myrtle's washroom in a daze. It wasn't until cold water splashed on his face that he realized what Pansy had told him.

Someone wrote love letters to Praris.

An envelope with pink roses.

Thick sheets of letter paper.

Upon hearing these words, Draco's first reaction was, "That's fine too."

Well... he's doing this kind of thing, how can I let Praris fall into the same trap with him?

Well... the impression he left on Praris was of those carefree and joyful days from before.

well...

To hell with it!

He's not good at all!

Draco scooped up handfuls of water and splashed it on his face, wetting his cuffs and shirt front, revealing glimpses of his skin underneath.

A burning, agonizing, twisted, and ugly emotion was bubbling and boiling. It was the broth brewed by demons in hell, splashed onto his heart with a sizzle, awakening his soul numbed by his sinful mission.

Draco genuinely believed in Praris, and he genuinely believed that Praris loved him as much as he loved Praris.

Draco thought that the love letter with pink roses was definitely not Praris's mistake.

Praris is so wonderful, it's only natural that anyone would love her. He would never condemn a flower for attracting bees and butterflies just because a bee is disturbing a flower blooming alone.

But he felt uneasy! A fire burned in his heart, urging him to forget his mission, forget all those so-called good things for Praris, and return to her side.

During those days of avoiding Praris, Draco never felt he would lose her. Perhaps it was blind confidence, or perhaps it was self-deception.

The only time he felt even the slightest sense of crisis was when he heard that Harper, who had no self-awareness whatsoever, had invited Prarese.

When Filch caught him, he didn't think about being locked up; instead, he thought he could go to Slughorn's party and see if she had been bewitched by Harper.

Draco even regretted letting Harper take his place as Slytherin's Seeker—did Harper really think that taking his place as Seeker would truly replace him?

Seeing Praris naturally defend him, Draco felt relieved and at ease.

The fragrance of the pink roses tempted Praris, but its thorns pricked Draco's hand, making him realize that he might lose Praris.

Prarese had no idea that the apology letter had spread far and wide, turning into a love letter behind her back and even provoking Draco.

In fact, Praris was considering whether or not to grant Harry and Hermione's request.

Fundamentally, the book belongs to "The Half-Blood Prince." Only Professor Snape himself has the authority to decide its fate.

Even if she was Professor Snape's cousin, even if she was a student approved by Professor Snape, she should not make decisions before Professor Snape himself.

But before that, Prarese's plan was to get the book back and quietly slip it into the back of the bookcase.

Now, she doesn't really want the professor to know that this ever happened.

Undoubtedly, the Half-Blood Prince's and Professor's background is his personal privacy. Knowing the connection between this name and the Professor reveals that the Professor is actually half-blood and shares the surname Irene, and also reveals the relationship between the Professor and Praris.

Prarese herself didn't care about exposing her relationship with the professor, but she knew that the professor was doing it to protect her.

See? Lucius Malfoy did a bad job, and Draco took the blame for him. The professor does dangerous things, but he'd rather be alone. That way, he has no one to blackmail and won't implicate anyone.

At the same time, Prader didn't want Harry to know that the Half-Blood Prince was Professor Snape. This was an unpleasant situation for both parties.

Praris sighed.

Okay, those who think a lot do a lot! She's just destined to be a busybody like a house-elf!

Praris opened the "Advanced Potion Making" book that Stella had given him.

A while ago, when she was having a virtual battle of wits with a sixth-grade professor, she reread the entire textbook.

Now, Praris picked up his pen and used his left hand to write down every remaining knowledge point in the textbook, as well as the key points and notes for each potion experiment.

If Harry wants to fool Slughorn, he must pretend to be a potions genius, then he'll use her notebook!

As for what she should do herself?

The methods she wrote down are now in the past. In the future, Prarese is confident she will always overcome herself, become better, and become stronger.

Millison muttered to Pansy again, "Today, Pry also sent out a really, really thick letter..."

Pansy rested his chin on the table, watching the magic nutcracker Jacob had given him walk stiffly over and stiffly back.

She poked the nutcracker mischievously, causing it to fall flat on its back, before straightening up.

Pansy propped her head up on her arm on the table and said sarcastically in a high-pitched voice, "Then send it! I wish our Pry and Pink Rose boy a sweet and loving life together! As for Draco! Let him be a loner for the rest of his life!"

"What pink roses?"

A voice sounded behind the two of them.

Milison and Pansy seemed to be stuck, slowly and stiffly turning their heads around.

The one who spoke was Praris.

After hearing their explanations, Praris almost burst out laughing.

What pink rose boy?

What kind of pink rose love letter is this?!

Those were indeed pink roses, but they were Bulgarian roses! That was indeed a thick letter, but it was Harry's apology letter!

Is the "pink rose boy" these two girls are talking about Krum or Harry Potter? Either way, Praris is not worthy of it.

Praris tightened her expression, sensing a good opportunity. So, she said slowly, "Oh! You mean that?"

She walked past the two petty spies, strolled to an empty seat, and sat down slowly: "They wrote it sincerely, shouldn't I take a good look? Putting everything else aside, their feelings are very genuine."

How could they not be sincere? It's practically overflowing!

Harry wrote it himself, but Hermione rejected it because it was too plain and straightforward.

Editor Granger was very dissatisfied and demanded that Harry rewrite the entire story from beginning to end, in any style, but with genuine feelings and emotions!

Harry chewed so much that he left teeth marks on the quill pen's handle before finally managing to come up with the rough draft of the apology letter.

However, Hermione was still not satisfied. After much thought, she had her family send her several novels with confessional themes, demanding that Harry read them carefully.

After Harry submitted his manuscript for the third time, Granger, the editor, made a rigorous revision of the punctuation, word choice, and spelling.

Harry truly regretted it! He regretted messing with Hermione and Prader!

One is already a devil, and the two are even more like Satan!

Milison silently lit a candle for Draco in his heart.

It looks like Draco might end up sitting at the losers' table with Miles Blaitch.

Pansy suddenly took a deep breath and said seriously to Praris, "Play! Listen to me! If you really like this pink rose boy—don't worry about what I think!"

“Yes, I’ve known Draco for almost my age. He’s been my friend since childhood, that’s for sure,” Pansy said seriously. “But you’re also a friend I truly care about!”

Pansy paused for a moment before saying, "I hope you're happy, but the one holding your hand... doesn't have to be Draco!"

Millison was shocked, staring at Pansy with his mouth agape in astonishment.

Before Draco and Prareas got together, Pansy tried her best to bring them together. When Draco and Prareas had a falling out, Pansy was always busy trying to help them, acting as if she really wanted them to reconcile.

But when Prarese softened her attitude towards others, Pansy was able to say something that completely overturned her previous behavior!