HP North Star's Radiance

The greatest threat to Voldemort was Hogwarts, where he had two major enemies: Dumbledore and Harry. If Draco was trying to get rid of Harry… there's no indication of that.

That leaves only Hogwarts itself. This item would give Voldemort a way to deal with Hogwarts' defenses—to destroy them, or to bypass them!

Prarese immediately recalled her own words: "If Monta isn't at school, it just means Monta isn't there."

How exactly did Monta leave the school and return, and even successfully use Apparition at Hogwarts? Well, it was by bypassing it!

Yes! That's strange. According to Hermione, Draco asked Borgin how to repair it, saying he couldn't bring it to Borgin, yet he still wanted Borgin to keep it safe. Monta had searched the entire school without success, but then suddenly appeared.

This is probably a pair; there's one at Borgin's and another at Hogwarts. There's some kind of magical connection between the two, making them one.

In this way, it is both in Hogwarts and not in Hogwarts, successfully circumventing the ban on using Apparition at Hogwarts.

Monta accidentally entered one of them but couldn't get out of the other because this thing in Hogwarts was broken—so Draco has to fix it.

At the time, Prarese suspected that Monta might have become complacent after joining the investigation team and offended someone.

So Prareas tentatively asked Hermione if she knew anything about Monta.

Hermione felt very sorry. She knew that it was the Weasley brothers who had put him in the vanishing cabinet on the second floor.

Ah... the vanishing cabinet, I see.

The disappearing cabinet doesn't make things disappear; it just moves them to another disappearing cabinet.

Upon learning the truth, Pralis wished she had known nothing. She couldn't stand by and watch Draco repair the Vanishing Cabinet and let the Death Eaters into Hogwarts. She also didn't know how to stop Draco from persecuting her or how to save his father.

Chapter 173 is clear at a glance

“Your mother must be very worried about you?” Prarese said.

It was a question, but Praris's tone was certain. She was asking about Narcissa's concern for Draco, but wasn't that also her own thought?

Draco turned his head to look at the distant mist, at the mountains swallowed by the mist—there was nothing to see, but he dared not look at Praris, dared not look directly into her deep eyes.

Seeing this, Praris pressed on, "Do you no longer deign to even glance at me? Does my existence offend your eyes? Just because I'm mixed-race, am I not even worthy of your attention—is that it?"

"No!"

Draco immediately turned to Praris and refuted her statement without hesitation. He spoke and acted almost instinctively, without thinking.

Under the influence of his family education, Draco inherited his parents' beliefs, advocated for the theory of bloodline, and put it into practice.

But with Praris... this girl brought him many firsts, including his first time defying his parents' wishes.

To put it bluntly, how many things has he done behind his parents' backs?

His parents, of course, hoped he would date and marry a girl from a pure-blood family, just like they did. But he met Praris, was irresistibly attracted to her, and made a choice that his parents did not want to see.

Of course, they didn't know Draco was in a relationship beforehand. Praliss and Draco had never actually established a relationship, and Pansy had been subtly covering for them.

Draco knew that if Praris had to be compared to an object, it would be the rocket crossbow. It was excellent, very powerful, and exactly what Draco wanted, but his parents would never allow it.

Draco greatly admires his father and loves his mother, and he is very obedient. But hidden deep within him are desires that transcend the family's will and concern only his own deepest personal desires.

Draco would secretly date Pralis without his parents' knowledge, would find excuses to go on dates during summer vacation, and would secretly write letters to Pralis—he said he was discussing alchemy with a classmate who was the top student in his class and had received Professor Snape's approval.

Lucius frowned and asked, "The girl who was shopping with Winnie Brown?"

“Yes, Dad.” Draco feigned nonchalance. “It’s nothing! Prince’s family is probably not well-off. She’s staying in Diagon Alley for the summer, working there, and also selling potions on consignment… She has a good relationship with the merchants in Diagon Alley.”

After a moment's thought, Lucius surprisingly agreed to let Draco continue communicating with Praris.

“Well done, Draco.” Lucius patted Draco on the shoulder with satisfaction. “People like them, capable yet living in poverty, can be easily won over with a little charity. But in the future… they can bring us lasting and substantial benefits.”

Draco vaguely understood what his father meant; his father probably thought he was trying to win people over through social interaction. But what Draco didn't know was that Lucius was talking about his own experiences.

After the Sorting Ceremony, Lucius, then a prefect, extended his hand to Severus Snape. At that time, he had no idea that he had gained a future Potions Master.

Was it genuine emotion? Probably some, otherwise the couple wouldn't have known which way Spider's End led. But more tangible was Snape's own abilities and the benefits he brought.

Lucius was pleased that his son had finally learned to cultivate good relationships with some capable people.

But Draco was completely unaware of Lucius's thoughts; he was happy that he could finally write to Praris openly without having to hide it from his parents.

Draco was habitually rebellious when it came to Praris. Praris was half-blood? This initially surprised him, but he soon accepted it smoothly—simply because it was Praris.

So when Praris asked him that question, he turned to look at her without thinking, only to meet her eyes.

Draco sensed a deep worry and sorrow in those usually calm and expressionless black eyes. Even though Praris's eyes didn't resemble Narcissa's, Draco felt the same emotion.

“No…” Draco suddenly slowed his speech, sounding somewhat deliberate, “I’m not paying attention to that now.”

Draco dared not let Prarese know that she was unique. He feared that Prarese would once again throw herself into the mire he was in and sink with him.

Praris's lips twitched. She had actually managed to get a pure-blood wizard from a family who would call Mongol wizards "Mudbloods" to lie through his teeth and abandon his innate pure-blood beliefs.

"Why didn't you invite me?" Praris asked again.

Draco felt as if the conversation had turned into an interrogation in a torture chamber. Prareas kept asking questions, while he could only passively answer.

He decided to ask something as well: "What kind of invitation?"

“Christmas.” Prareas stared straight at him. “Why didn’t you invite me to the Christmas dinner? I told you, next time you should just say you want to invite me—otherwise what if I say yes to Harper?”

"You won't!" The arrogant and confident Draco seemed to suddenly return in that instant.

How could Draco not remember what she was saying?

That was during the Triwizard Tournament, when Draco first invited Praris. He had everything planned out, but at the last minute, his mind went completely blank, and his mouth wouldn't cooperate.

Draco himself didn't know what he was saying, but Praris actually accepted his invitation, which was so subtle it sounded like a provocation.

At that time, Praris said, "Next time you invite me, just say you want to invite me."

Draco still failed. In this relationship, Prader was always more mature than him. He was like a not-so-bright student, unable to do anything well, his only strength being confidence—the belief that the "teacher" would definitely favor him.

Draco confidently told Praris, "You won't!"

Praris raised an eyebrow and asked, "How can you believe I can't?"

Who gave you that confidence? Me?

Wait a minute, it really is me.

Those who are favored are truly fearless!

“How could you believe—” Praris said slowly, “that I wouldn’t—”

Draco's already pale face suddenly turned as white as the snow in the Scottish Highlands in winter. At that moment, he finally remembered the love letter with the pink rose pattern that Pansy had mentioned.

"Was that Harper who wrote it?" Draco said through gritted teeth. "You'll regret it if you agree to his request!"

“Harper?” Prareas said meaningfully. “I don’t think so… Harper was a Seeker for Slytherin too, wasn’t he?”

"I really didn't know when your orientation became Seeker?" Draco said angrily. "That love letter was written by Harper!"

A love letter? Praris was confused.

Although they were both Seekers... it wasn't a love letter, it was Harry's long handwritten apology letter!

Since he'd already said it, Draco continued, "You're so smart, how come you don't even know this? Lockhart's Valentine's Day love letter was written by Harper! You embarrassed him at the dinner table, so he deliberately chose a time to have the dwarves recite poetry in class, just to make you look foolish!"

what--

That's the Valentine's Day love letter that embarrassed her so much in class that she dug out a Hogwarts castle and was criticized by Snape... right?

At that moment, as soon as she stepped out of the classroom, she encountered Draco picking up the Horcrux notebook. She was also preoccupied with reminding Hermione. With both things combined, Pradera completely forgot about the love letter.

Now that I think about it... Praris wondered, could it be that Draco already had feelings for her back then?

Draco, that guy, his mouth was like it was laced with poison. He mocked her for receiving love letters and questioned her about whether they were written by Harry.

History really does repeat itself; Harry is involved in this love letter incident again.

Praris wondered if Draco had actually spent time investigating the love letter afterward. Otherwise, how would he know it was Harper who sent it?

Finally, Praris casually picked a random number in her mind. Then she took the corresponding one from her stash of negative effect potions as revenge on Harper—after all the rumors about Breaking Bad for so long, it had to come true at least once, right?

For Praris, thinking about all this only takes a second or two.

“Oh? Really?” Praris said casually. “I rejected Harper before Christmas, what are you getting so worked up about? And… what do you mean by ‘again’?”

Draco was stunned.

Harper was rejected long ago?

The one who sent the pink rose love letter wasn't Harper at all.

Praris took a step forward, and Draco involuntarily took a step back.

Praris asked with a look of curiosity, "Draco, who invited me, who sent me love letters—what does that have to do with you? Isn't this my own business?"

Draco, despite being taller than Praris, showed no imposing presence in her presence, merely avoiding her gaze. Praris, however, pressed her advantage, taking another step forward and nearly forcing Draco to the edge of the terrace, his back touching the balustrade.

Praris asked earnestly, "Draco, in what capacity do you concern yourself with my love life? You even..."

Praris smiled slightly: "He's not exactly my ex-boyfriend."

That's right! Draco didn't confess his feelings, and Praris didn't give Draco a formal title either.

Draco was alarmed. If he missed Prarese, he wouldn't even be considered an ex-boyfriend when Prarese reminisced about the past; he would only be worthy of being called an old classmate!

But such thoughts, which only concerned Draco himself, were far less important to him than Praris.

Draco choked for a moment, then closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he drawled out his words and said slowly, "That's right. What you do is none of my business, and what I do is none of your business."

“So—” Draco let out a rather unpleasant laugh, “mind your own business, Prince! How do you know I don’t enjoy this process!”

When was the last time Draco called Praris "Prince"?

Even someone with an exceptional memory like Praris couldn't remember—or perhaps he simply didn't want to.

Even after they became closer, Draco stopped calling Prasris by her nickname. He would always raise his chin and slowly call her "you," only occasionally using "Prasris."

When faced with children like Pansy and Theodore, Draco would be even more unreasonable, referring to Praris as "she" without any prior explanation.

At first, Pansy and Theodore had to think about which "she" it was, but later they subconsciously assumed that "she" was Praris.

Theodore would occasionally tease Draco, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Hey! She's here!"

Yes, this simple sentence is a sarcastic remark about "her" domineering behavior.

It's easy to imagine how upset Praris was when Draco started calling her "Prince"!