HP North Star's Radiance

Yes, "Standard Spell Level 2", that makes sense.

To her surprise, a whole string of "Gidero Lockhart" followed!

Damn it! Why didn't they include "Giddro Lockhart's Guide to Getting Rid of Household Pests" too?!

Praris held the letter in one hand and frantically pounded the neatly folded blanket with the other.

Okay, okay, calm down and count your savings! This kind of bestseller is definitely not cheap!

Five minutes later—

Damn it! I should just sell her! I have no money!

Praris's mind raced. She was already considering whether to shamelessly go to Banlin's place to borrow books, or just look at Milison's and the others'. After all, she could memorize things after just one reading, so what use were these textbooks?

Five minutes later—

Damn it! She should just go assassinate her teacher when school starts!

Chapter 23 Miss Winnie's Past

Assassination is impossible; it's never going to happen in my life. I can only work hard to support my studies.

Praris buried her head in the blankets and became withdrawn.

It must be said that Ms. Prie might be right; in any case, her emotions have been fluctuating a lot since the start of her vacation, and she has been trying to comfort herself.

Okay, let her see this last letter.

Yes, that's right, Professor Snape's letter.

This strict teacher urged Praris, who had been letting himself fly like a kite, to get back on track, lest he actually fly away like a kite when school started. He also provided additional homework assignments and a reading list.

Oh Merlin, how thoughtful of him! He even packed all the books I wanted to read in his bag! That completely eliminates any excuse Praris might have for not having money to buy books!

Praris buried her head in the blankets again, pretending to be an ostrich, escaping the additional homework.

After half an hour.

Praris sat at his desk, muttering to himself, "...add toad legs... um, skinned."

An ostrich is also impossible.

Books delivered to your door during the holidays are free!

I also want to thank Professor Snape today; he was much more considerate than that unknown Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who assigned her seven best-selling books.

It would be even better if it didn't include several papers.

The next day, at Ms. Prim's beauty salon.

“Honey, what are you daydreaming about?” Ms. Prie stroked Praris’s head like a dog’s head.

Praris was glad she hadn't put her hair up in a bun today.

"I'm wondering if there's any way to get rich overnight!" Praris said sincerely.

Ms. Priscilla gently patted her face: "Just go to sleep early, you can dream about anything, darling."

Praris gave a wry smile: "Well, I'm thinking about my homework. I have several Potions papers to write."

"Oh my god, darling, that's terrifying," Ms. Priscilla covered her mouth. "I need to stay away from you, what if you explode?"

"Don't worry, if I'm going to blow something up, I'll definitely run out and detonate it. But before that, I need to find Gilderoy Lockhart first, and if I'm going to blow something up, I'll blow him up too!"

Praris listlessly finished mixing today's beauty serum, then pulled out a piece of parchment paper and began writing her thesis.

Fortunately, everything went smoothly. She managed to finish her paper two weeks before the start of the semester and used the salary Ms. Prie gave her to buy books—money she hadn't even had a chance to enjoy!

Of course, she wasn't completely drained. It's just that many working people feel this way: taking their hard-earned money out of their pockets is no different from murder!

As the start of the school year approaches, Praris's part-time hours have been shortened, and she only needs to prepare the medicine each day before leaving.

After all, she should at least enjoy the little vacation time she has left, right?

Miss Winnie invited her to go shopping, but really she was just there to be her shopping bag carrier.

"What do you think of this dress?" Winnie asked, twirling around.

Praris reached out and touched the fabric of the clothes, then looked at the stitches, and finally stepped back to examine them from head to toe.

“It’s alright,” Praris nodded seriously.

Miss Winnie couldn't help but laugh: "You're so meticulous!"

Praris was a skilled stylist and naturally had her own standards for clothing. But she soon found herself unable to maintain those standards.

Miss Winnie changed into another dress: "How about this one?"

She changed into another dress: "Does it look good?"

She changed into yet another dress: "How is it?"

At first, Praris could offer some constructive feedback, but later she became a relentless compliment machine: "Great, really nice, you look good in everything..."

When Praris walked out of the clothing store, her hands were already full of bags.

She couldn't help but ask, "Miss Winnie, you buy so many clothes, can you really wear every single one of them?"

“Of course not!” Winnie said, somewhat amused. “But I have money! I can buy anything I want, as long as I’m happy.”

"Prince?"

Praris instinctively turned around to look in the direction from which the sound came.

It was Draco Malfoy?

Is this guy actually the type to greet people proactively?

"Oh, long time no see. Is this your father?"

Prarese regretted that he no longer had a hand to greet the classmate's father.

Malfoy's hair color is the same as Malfoy's, but they don't look alike, suggesting that Malfoy's mother played a necessary role in their relationship.

Malfoy introduced Praris to his father: "Dad, this is Praris Prince, she's a Slytherin too."

“I’ve heard of you, Prince, the very talented witch.”

That's what Big Malfoy said, but his expression certainly didn't reflect it. He practically looked people up and down with his chin, and his words were more like perfunctory socializing.

Winnie pulled her hat up a little: "Lucius Malfoy?"

“Winnie Brown?” Malfoy frowned almost instantly.

Winnie pulled her hat down even lower: "Malfoy, say hello to Narcissa for me! Goodbye, little Pry!"

It wasn't until they had walked a short distance that Praris tugged at Winnie's sleeve: "You know Mr. Malfoy?"

Winnie's expression was not pleasant: "Uh, of course. But it wasn't a pleasant memory. He and I, along with others, used to be in the same group. I was seventeen then, and I felt invincible and wanted to change the world."

"And then?" Praris had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

“Then our leader died, and the group disbanded.” Winnie waved her hands. “That’s how I grew up a bit and realized that our leader back then was an idiot. Luckily, I didn’t have time to do anything about it. Anyway, after that, I resigned from the Ministry of Magic and became my own leader.”

Prareas never expected Winnie to be a Death Eater.

But Praris's gaze shifted downwards.

Indeed, no matter how hot the weather was, Winnie always wore long-sleeved clothes.

Winnie said with some emotion, "Plares, I was very young back then and didn't know that some things were forbidden. I only wanted to pursue more knowledge and greater power. Fortunately, fate was kind enough to give me the possibility of starting over."

Sure enough, Winnie's decision to give up her job at the Ministry of Magic was not a simple matter; her experience with the Death Eaters was the direct cause.

So when Praris suggested that Winnie change the laundry magic to tornado magic, she politely declined.

Praris lifted the hand carrying the bag and hugged her. "Miss Winnie, all of that is in the past. Now you are just a very good friend to me."

Winnie reached out and hugged her. "Looks like your classmate is going to hate you. You'd better tell him that you and I have nothing to do with each other. Lucius Malfoy definitely doesn't like me. Of course, the kind of person he is only interested in people who can bring him benefits. I've been out of that business since I resigned from the Ministry of Magic."

Praris shook his head: "No, of course you're related to me, you're my friend. Whether Lucius Malfoy likes you or not is none of my business, whether Draco Malfoy likes me or not is none of my business. I like you, that's what's relevant to me."

Winnie was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Prares to say such a thing.

Prarese is usually very mature, so Winnie didn't treat her like a child, but it was only at this moment that Winnie truly felt the difference in Prarese.

Winnie finally showed her first genuine smile of the day: "Let's go, I'll treat you to ice cream."

Summer vacation ended so quickly.

During summer vacation, Praris felt it was incredibly long, as if there was endless time to while away. But when summer vacation ended, she felt it was too short, and she had so many things she hadn't done.

In any case, human emotions and time are always out of sync.

But this year, more people came to say goodbye to Praris. Miss Winnie, Ms. Prie, and even Mr. Florin from the ice cream shop were very reluctant to part with her.

She boarded the Hogwarts Express again amidst the sound of the whistle, where Millison was waiting for her in the carriage behind, as they had arranged.

“Play! I haven’t finished my homework yet, let me see yours.” Millison looked at her like she was a lifeline. “You and Daphne are the only ones in the world who look forward to the start of school!”

Daphne looked disgusted: "You're right, I'm really looking forward to the start of school. You can't imagine how much I hate my sister. Oh, she's gentle, kind, and the best. I'm the spoiled older sister."

Praris waved her hand: "You're wrong. I'm not looking forward to the start of school. I think your family has a misunderstanding about you, Daphne. If they had met Pansy and Millison, they would know what it means to be both academically and athletically gifted."

"Wen" refers to Pansy, whose mouth is always arguing without ever being unreasonable; "Wu" refers to Millison, who can knock several people away by herself.

Milison proudly raised his arms and struck a few poses: "Look at my muscles."

"Where's Pansy?" Praris finally realized that someone was missing.

Daphne raised an eyebrow with a knowing look: "He's with Draco."

Prareas asked the question she had never been able to understand: "So what does she like about Malfoy? His immaturity or his impulsiveness?"

“Plares,” Daphne smiled gently. “I don’t know what Pansy likes about him. But just like my name, why does Apollo like Daphne? When Apollo liked Daphne, he didn’t even care what Daphne herself thought. That’s how love is sometimes.”

This year they are no longer freshmen, so they don't need to cross the Black Lake by small boat, and thus they can arrive at the auditorium a step ahead of time.

Marcus was delighted to see Praris: "I don't know how to thank you enough. This is the first year my mom hasn't yelled at me when I come home. She thinks I've finally gotten the hang of studying."

Prareas said, "I should be thanking you! Look, I even got an E in flying class, avoiding Professor Snape's wrath. Speaking of which, where's Professor Snape? And who's that blond guy with the big teeth up there?"

Chapter 24 Pride and Prejudice