HP North Star's Radiance

Ron muttered to himself, "This isn't a good time!"

Under normal circumstances, Ron would definitely support his sister fighting Milison Burstd. But Ginny was originally meant to replace Harry as the Seeker, and there was no one else who could replace her—this was a real problem!

So Milison and Pansy swaggered away triumphantly, with Pansy letting out a sharp and sarcastic laugh, which fueled the anger of the Gryffindors.

Ginny shook off Dean and the others who were trying to stop her, and said with a displeased expression, "What are you afraid of? I'm perfectly calm!"

Ron said, "I see you as more formidable than a storm at sea."

Ginny glared at Ron and said, "What I lose off the field, I'll win back on the field—you better not hold me back!"

“But we’re fighting Ravenclaw!” Ron scratched his head in confusion as he watched Ginny aggressively pull back the tent flap.

It wasn't until the end of the game that Ron realized what Ginny's plan was—she had Jimmy hit the ball into the commentary box at the very end!

This plan is so unexpected!

Just a second ago, Milison was thinking reluctantly: Milison Burst, I'm very reluctant to serve you, the game result is bad!

As a result, she had just announced Gryffindor's victory when she was horrified to see the running ball hurtling towards her.

The commentary booth was right inside the stadium, and Milison's only cover was a wooden table, which did nothing to stop the ball from moving around!

It's a generally accepted truth that when a Slytherin prioritizes survival, they are truly difficult to kill.

Millison was no pushover either; she leaped and hid behind Vice-Headmaster Professor McGonagall—who was also the Head of Gryffindor.

Professor McGonagall's eyes widened as she watched the ball smash a dent into the table. She cried out angrily, "Mr. Perks! I have never seen such outrageous behavior!"

Milison poked his head out: "Exactly!"

Professor McGonagall said angrily, "You won the game, but you lost your sportsmanship!"

“That’s right!” Milison agreed. “Professor, I didn’t hold any bias when I explained it!”

"Professor, I didn't mean to." Jimmy, who came running over with a broom, shrugged. "You know, sometimes we can't control where the ball goes!"

Jimmy was one of those who dragged Ginny along when Burst made fun of Harry's affair. But now that the game is over, it's time for revenge.

“No way!” Millison retorted loudly. “What kind of hitter is he if he doesn’t know where the ball is going? Why don’t you hit the Weasleys?”

“Mr. Perks, I’ll give you a chance to explain,” Professor McGonagall said, suppressing her anger. “I’m trying not to spoil your joy of winning.”

Demirza pleaded for Jimmy, but neither of them wanted to implicate Ginny. In fact, they thought it was a brilliant idea; the only flaw was that Burst was too cunning!

Demirza said, "Professor McGonagall, that's because Bersde provoked us before the match! She mocked Harry!"

“I don’t think I’m provoking you.” Millison, who was quite adept at the art of language, said, “Professor McGonagall, you wouldn’t forbid me from saying something for my injured friend, would you?”

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall declared immediately. "Mr. Perx, you should be glad Miss Burstd hid well, otherwise it would have been more than this score!"

Milison ran off the stage in high spirits and gave Pansy a high five.

"How did you do that!" Pansy laughed heartily.

Milison shrugged: "When I want to do something amazing, I tell myself—think about what Praris would do."

"Including showing off muscles?" Pansy teased her.

Milison raised an eyebrow proudly: "My muscles are Pry's wand and potion. Aunt Becky said, having weapons isn't enough, you also need the brains to use them!"

In fact, Milison knew that the two of them had indeed provoked the Gryffindors. This might change Professor McGonagall's point deduction criteria.

But Milison racked his brains and thought about it carefully.

Prarese said that Draco's actions were egregious, constituting the use of dark magic against a classmate. She also told Millison, "The punishment for Potter was too lenient; Grindelwald was expelled for conducting dark magic experiments during his school years."

Milison's political acumen, stemming from his status as a member of a pure-blooded family, was suddenly ignited.

She thought, "It must have been the professors and the principal who saved Potter! They certainly don't want the incident of Potter hurting someone to be brought up again or escalated!"

So Millison downplayed their argument, describing it as "Praris punched Potter" to "the argument started because of Draco."

Chapter 188 Before the Storm

The reason why the matter of Harry using dark magic on Malfoy was easily suppressed was mainly because Lucius Malfoy was still imprisoned in Azkaban and unable to stand up for his son.

Secondly, it was because Snape and Prareas rescued the victim quickly enough. And Snape, as the victim's father, quickly decided on the punishment: confinement and suspension from the games.

The Slytherins were naturally not convinced, but since the decision was made by their headmaster, they could only let it go no matter how unwilling they were, and privately they made sarcastic remarks about Potter.

Therefore, when Professor McGonagall told Harry, "It's good enough that he wasn't expelled; I fully support Snape's punishment," she was not lying.

Professor McGonagall was actually somewhat aware of the rumors that Prader had beaten Harry. However, for the reasons mentioned above, she chose to turn a blind eye and pretend nothing had happened.

School clinic.

"Draco!" Pansy ran to Draco's bedside with a smile, excitedly announcing to him as he sat on the bed, "We got revenge for you too!"

Prareas cut a strip from the peeled apple and held it to Draco's lips, then asked Pansy with great enthusiasm, "Oh? What did you do?"

Pansy jumped from one end to play Ginny, then from the other end to play herself. She played Millison one moment, and then the other Gryffindor members the next.

This girl put on an exaggerated solo performance all by herself, making everyone in the audience burst into laughter. No wonder she met her boyfriend at the theater!

Millison pursed his lips and nudged Pansy with his elbow: "I didn't do this for Malfoy's sake."

"Yes, yes, yes, you did it for Plei!" Pansy said with a grin. "You two didn't see it, they won the match, but they left with such sour faces!"

"What a pity I didn't get to see your wonderful performance," Draco said, chewing on an apple and looking down at Pansy. "Does my mother know about my injury?"

Pansy's bared teeth immediately disappeared, and he stammered, "I told everyone not to tell their families, but Professor Snape..."

This is someone Pansy can't control!

Draco seemed unhappy about this, grunting twice. Seeing this, Pansy couldn't help but say, "I thought you were going to tell your mother."

“Of course my mother wants to know everything about me,” Draco said grimly, “but personally, I don’t think it’s necessary…”

Pansy and Praris exchanged glances, both understanding each other's thoughts. Watching a bad-tempered boy who used to tattle on his parents learn to only share good news and hide his bad news was not a pleasant experience.

Pansy didn't know what Draco was carrying, only that all this change stemmed from Lucius's imprisonment. She wanted to comfort her childhood friend, but there was no way to console her in this situation.

The heavy atmosphere was unsettling, and Pansy and Milison left quickly, leaving Prarese sitting there cutting apples, a silence hanging between them.

Draco suddenly looked at Praris: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

Praris stopped wielding the knife: "What do you think I need to ask?"

Draco let out a nasty laugh: "Looks like I said something useless."

Why should Prarese ask? Draco, standing before her, was clearly clothed, yet he was more naked than if he were naked.

“No, I have a question.” Praris’s eyes, like obsidian, gleamed slightly in the sunlight. “Are you determined to get that done?”

Draco tried to keep his tone calm. But it was clear he wasn't much more in a good state than a mandrake: "You're going to tell your sworn brother, aren't you?"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, Praris pushed him to the ground and covered his head with a blanket.

“Speak to me again in three minutes.” Praris said calmly. “I want to hear your true thoughts, not your emotions, understand?”

Narcissa's name undoubtedly reminded Draco of the worry in his mother's eyes during summer vacation and Christmas. Prareas had no choice but to physically shut Draco down to prevent him from attacking indiscriminately like Fiend.

Through the blanket, Praris gently lay down, pressing his ear against Draco's stomach, feeling the blanket rise and fall with his breathing. Draco's breathing gradually synchronized with the tremors caused by Praris's voice.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating her face and casting a small shadow on her long eyelashes. Dust motes floated slowly in the air, and the school clinic was unusually quiet, without a second patient. The distant sounds of flight class drifted from downstairs, as if from another world.

Praris's voice was very soft: "Draco, I don't consider that loyalty. I'm not loyal to anyone except myself."

“When we need to get something, we inevitably have to give something in return. That’s the deal,” Prarese said. “Politicians are all dirty-hearted and have black hands, even if it’s Dumbledore.”

Prarese said that, but she didn't actually hold anyone to any moral standards, including Dumbledore.

On the contrary, while Prarese did not approve of some of Dumbledore's methods, she could understand his choices.

As a leader, Dumbledore faced a trolley problem. He often had to choose between the lives of the few and the lives of the many. He himself could have avoided this choice—Voldemort wished Dumbledore would stay out of it—but Dumbledore did, and at one point even tied himself to the tracks.

People always demand that great people be morally flawless, while it's okay for insignificant people to be immoral. This is a complete form of blackmail; greatness and morality are not the same thing at all.

Prader said Dumbledore had a dirty heart and hands, but she wasn't actually hating him. It was more of an... objective assessment.

“I want to help you get out of here,” Praris said, taking a deep breath. “We’ll help you, even if it comes at a price…”

Draco's voice came from under the covers, his voice trembling with tears: "No, Praris. No one can help me. Forget about it... I beg you, forget it. It has nothing to do with you."

“But you and I have a relationship,” Prarese said.

In the spring and summer of 1996, the golden chain flowers bloomed in Scotland, the bluebells also bloomed, the elderberry trees produced small, dense flowers, and the pine trees remained evergreen.

All beautiful things are flourishing, but unfortunately, lovers heartlessly ignore all of this and have no interest in appreciating it.

Praris pushed open the office door with a sullen face and immediately saw Harry sighing over the dusty files.

Upon hearing someone push open the door, Harry immediately straightened up as if springy. After realizing it was Praris, he then lay back down, crookedly.

"You come into the office without even knocking?" Harry said in surprise.

"Looks like I've come to the wrong place," Praris said slowly. "I didn't expect this to be your home?"

“What did you say?” Harry said without hesitation, “My home is in Grimmauld Place!”

Praris retorted sarcastically, "Otherwise, how could you possibly tell me how to open this door?"

Harry was starting to have doubts. Prareas seemed to be having some mental issues, so he decided it was best not to provoke her!

Prarese deftly bypassed Harry, took a dozen envelopes from the bookcase, pulled out a brand new one, and stuffed a letter inside.

She walked over to her desk, reached into the drawer and pulled out Snape's sealing wax, melted the wax, poured it onto the envelope, and stamped it.

"Praris, what are you doing?"

Harry couldn't help but want to talk; sorting through old files was even more boring than memorizing Lockhart's favorite color. Not to mention, he often had to see his parents' unpleasant stories, which constantly stung him.

Praris raised an eyebrow and said casually, "Can't you tell? Sealing it with wax is to prevent some morally bankrupt people from peeking at other people's letters!"

Harry felt that Prareas's words were pointed at someone, but he didn't want to think about who Prareas was implying, as that would make him want to take it personally.

Not content with just applying sealing wax, Prarese also placed the envelope in Snape's drawer and cast a sealing spell on it.

“Looks like Hogwarts isn’t safe anymore,” Harry retorted instinctively. “Why don’t you hide in Gringotts? They offer vault guard services there.”

Praris clapped his hands and said calmly, "Guess what? I broke into Gringotts—and wasn't caught."

Harry...

What could Harry say?