HP North Star's Radiance

“You hid the DA list! Of course, you were a DA too, weren’t you? You even wrote to Hermione a long time ago, giving us advice.” Harry recounted the stories with great familiarity. “You taught us spells on parchment. You tried your best to help us save Ginny, back when we were complete strangers…”

Praris couldn't stand it any longer, and she quickened her pace!

These were all things she did, either out of helplessness or with a purpose. Why did Harry Potter portray her as the Virgin Mary?

But Harry wouldn't let it go. The situation had gone from Prader's revenge of chasing after him to Harry Potter's apology of chasing after him to the point of suicide.

She roared impatiently, "Have you had enough?! Do you think I'm a priest? Are you addicted to confessing your sins to me?! Did you pray or donate before you confess?! I must have been out of my mind to do those things, I don't need you to remind me!"

“Not enough!” Harry was already a little out of breath after saying so much in one breath, but he still had to say it, “You destroyed two Horcruxes, didn’t you? Prader, you’re a true friend of ours, you just sometimes say the worst things…”

“You’re sick,” Praris diagnosed Harry with a vicious glare. “You and Dumbledore are both sick!”

She pointed at Harry and shouted, "Stand right there and don't come any closer, or I'll show you why Slytherins respect me!"

Harry stopped, but said, "You won't do that, will you? You'll retaliate in kind, but not because I apologized to you, right?"

Harry was filled with guilt; this was the result Prarese wanted—but the process just wasn't quite right!

Stabbing someone in the back can be satisfying with revenge, but if someone stabs themselves multiple times, it becomes a terrifying experience like encountering a fugitive psychopath on the street.

Prareas was momentarily confused about what Dumbledore was thinking.

Dumbledore points to Prader and Professor Snape as the "villains," yet he still tells Harry the fact that she destroyed Horcruxes.

Prarese only hoped that Dumbledore hadn't told anyone that she had saved his life.

Praris really wanted to grab Dumbledore by the front and demand, "Are you saying that someone who helped destroy two of Voldemort's Horcruxes turned around and supported someone who killed you?"

When I speak in this tone, it doesn't mean I have a question, but rather that you have a problem!

For Hermione and her two companions watching the battle, things seemed a bit complicated.

Once Harry regained his senses, he wasn't angry at all about Praris's actions. Instead, he chased after Praris, seemingly talking to him.

Ron scratched his head: "Did I see that right? What is Harry saying to Prader?"

“I hope Prares doesn’t get angry,” Hermione said worriedly. “At this distance—Harry can only leave it to fate.”

Ginny, standing on the far side, bit her lip somewhat unhappily.

Praliss left Harry behind and headed straight for the castle. She had lingered too long; Draco was still waiting for her in the infirmary.

Chapter 187 I've Standn Up for You

Chirp chirp chirp—

Robins hopped about playfully on the windowsill.

As soon as get out of class ended, Praris ran to Draco's bedside again.

A busy Baron took a moment to come over and said to Praris, "Malfoy didn't wake up yesterday because he was too tired. In other words, he fell asleep..."

Barron is such a gentle therapist.

Mrs. Pomfrey privately told Praris, "My teacher at St. Mungo told me that she hoped I would suffer sooner rather than later. But I secretly hope that Barron can always remain hopeful about his ideals."

Prarese remembered answering her like this: "Ms. Pomfrey, you've been taken advantage of too, haven't you? But your heart is still soft."

Pomfrey paused for a moment upon hearing this, then quickly smiled affectionately and patted Praris's head.

"When will he wake up?" Prarese asked Baron softly.

Praris is skilled in potions, but he's only a mediocre doctor. For these kinds of professional matters, we'll have to rely on Baron.

Barron replied, "There shouldn't be any problem today."

Praris smiled gratefully at Baron, who immediately waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "It's what I should do! Without you... I wouldn't be who I am today."

As evening fell, Draco's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was somewhat unfocused, resting on the ceiling of the school infirmary for a while before moving more freely.

Draco turned his head slightly to look to the side and found Praris leaning against the bedside table with one hand, dozing off.

"Huh?" Praris shook his head, a little confused. "You're awake? Let me call Ms. Pomfrey!"

Barron went to dinner, and now only Ms. Pomfrey is in the school infirmary.

Draco's gaze followed Praris's movements until she disappeared from his sight.

Pansy asked Draco why Prarese liked him.

In the past, Draco always felt that he and Praris were the best and naturally deserved each other! But now, Draco constantly teeters on the edge of good and evil, with the shadow of fear looming over him...

And Prarese? She's still the best.

Stop spouting that nonsense about purebloods and mixed-races!

Now he himself doubts how credible these theories, which have accompanied him throughout his life and family education, really are!

What exactly did being a purebred bring him?

What exactly did purebred blood bring to his family?

What did it bring to his parents?

Even Voldemort himself was very likely indeed a hybrid... They were very likely manipulated! They were all deceived!

Ha! Pureblood!

This is a complete scam!

Draco lay helplessly on the bed, laughing self-deprecatingly. It was useless to think about it now; it was all too late! It had been too late even before he was born!

Voldemort has issued an ultimatum: if Draco fails to complete the mission, he will die!

Draco didn't want to die, nor did he want his father to be imprisoned in Azkaban for the rest of his life, and he didn't want his mother and Praris to be sad for him.

At first, he deceived himself with a bright future and a desire for revenge, giving himself a reason to murder Dumbledore. Later, he deceived himself with love and procrastination. Until he had no choice but to choose between life and soul, until he had to take the plunge.

Mrs. Pomfrey returned with Praris, and as she carefully examined Draco, she teased, "How strange, he's not howling this time?"

Upon hearing this, Praris chuckled.

At the monastery, whenever Save the Children came by, everyone would peek inside to see if Dr. Edmund was there.

Edmund, a Muggle doctor, is passionate about charity and often treats the children at the monastery for free. Unfortunately, he loves to tease the children and has a lot of embarrassing stories about them, which he recounts with great detail, much to their embarrassment.

But this doesn't include Prarese, who doesn't have any childhood memories that bring a smile to her face.

Madam Pomfrey was clearly referring to the third year, teasing Draco for yelling so loudly that he disturbed everyone else's rest, even though his injuries were almost healed.

Draco, upon hearing this, showed no sign of embarrassment or anger; instead, he drifted off into daydreams again. He remained in this state even after Madam Pomfrey finished explaining Draco's situation and left.

"What's wrong?" Praris asked worriedly. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

Draco didn't respond to Prareas immediately. After a while, he said, "Prareas, it was this bed back then... in the same spot."

Praris fell silent. She understood what Draco meant: it was still the same bed, still the same people, but everything was completely different.

Draco's lips were pale, and he almost muttered to himself, "This time, my father can't stand up for me."

“Don’t do this, Draco.” Prareas felt someone gripping her heart. She said, “I’ve stood up for you—listen, I’ve stood up for you!”

She actually knew all along that Harry Potter wouldn't attack Draco without a reason, but she just wouldn't give Harry a chance to explain before she acted. In the bathroom, Harry didn't react quickly enough; on the lawn, she wouldn't let him react.

—Because Prares did it on purpose!

She wanted revenge on Harry for hurting Draco, and also for using the Half-Blood Prince's spell after handing over the textbook.

But now, everything Pralis did was worthwhile, it was the right thing to do. She said to Draco, "I used magic to send Harry Potter flying into the sky, rolled him in the water for minutes, and even used a potion of despair on him, making him suffer terribly, I..."

Before Praris could finish speaking, Draco suddenly sat up and hugged Praris tightly.

The sudden movement made Draco, who hadn't eaten for a day and a night, a little dizzy, and he leaned almost entirely on Praris.

Praris was startled and immediately reached out to hug Draco, saying nervously, "Don't get excited, be careful..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Because she felt Draco kissing her neck—a gentle, soft touch.

Draco whispered in her neck, "If...if you still want me after this, I'm yours, and I'll always be yours."

“No,” Praris said calmly, “I disagree.”

Draco stiffened for a moment, but did not let go.

Praris said quite calmly, "You are your own, I am my own, but I am willing to love you."

Okay, this is the real Praris.

Still recovering from a serious illness and feeling vulnerable, Draco buried his face in Praris's school uniform and softly murmured, "Me too."

News of Draco's awakening quickly spread throughout Slytherin, and Pansy, Theodore, and others came to see him.

Of course, these people won't get to see Draco's tearful face.

Draco used to constantly mention "my dad" and "my mom." Later, the former decreased, and "my mom" and "Praris" became more common.

So the news that Prader had beaten up Harry Potter quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.

Harper slapped his thigh and said, "I told you so! Don't mess with this woman! She must have done what happened to me last time!"

"That's just your narcissism!" Astoria said disdainfully. "You actually think that anyone would confess their love to someone like you? This trap wasn't even disguised, and you fell right into it!"

That day was a Saturday.

When Gryffindor fought Ravenclaw, the Slytherins went to watch, to cheer on Ravenclaw... no, actually to ridicule Gryffindor.

Before Ron and Ginny even entered the prepared tent, they were mocked by the Slytherins, who asked Harry if Prince had tricked him.

"Hey! Weasley!" Pansy called out with a laugh, "Why doesn't Potter go to the school infirmary? It wouldn't be good if he developed any health problems!"

"What's wrong with it?" Milison asked very deliberately.

Pansy covered her mouth and said, "If we don't check now, what if they try to extort money from us later!"

“Oh dear, what are you saying, Pansy!” Millison said with a grin. “Play is in the school infirmary too! How scary!”

Ginny took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and glared angrily at the two of them.

Milison subtly shifted a step, blocking Pansy's path. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing her tanned, muscular physique: "What, trying to beat up the commentator before the match?"

With Ginny's explosive temper, could she tolerate it?

Seeing Ginny like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment, Dean, Jimmy, Richie, and several other Gryffindor Quidditch players pulled her back tightly: "Ginny, they're deliberately trying to provoke you! We don't have a Finder to replace you!"