HP North Star's Radiance

The train, delayed again and again, finally crawled to Paddington Station at a snail's pace, and Praris was able to board successfully.

On the surface, Praris was going to Devon, the hometown of Prim Purnell, but in reality, he was going to Godric's Hollow, located in southwest England, not far from Devon.

Praris bought a train ticket to Tottenham, a seaside town similar to her hometown of Southend, but she would get off halfway there.

The journey was not smooth, with the train stopping and starting frequently for various reasons. One long stop occurred because a large, fat sheep had apparently wandered onto the tracks, forcing the train to halt. Several railway workers got off and worked together to herd the sheep—ultimately, they had to call in sheepdogs to drive it away.

This proves that sometimes humans are inferior to dogs.

After finally getting off the train, you still have to take a bus for one or two hours, and then transfer to bus number 11...

Apparition is a good thing, but Praris isn't familiar with Godric's Valley. Apparition without a clear target makes it easy to encounter splits during the casting process.

In summer, the Godric Valley is lush and green, the sky is as blue as the sea in Southend, the grass grows up to Praris's calves, and sheep graze leisurely on the hillsides...

No, Praris thought of the fat sheep on the railroad again—the sheepdogs!

After traversing long stretches of woodland and hillsides, we finally arrived at the village. It was already one or two in the morning, and even the birds had returned to their nests and fallen silent.

Praris's night blindness has improved considerably, and the bright moonlight of the summer night shines on the avenue, illuminating her path.

Praris passed several shops, some backlit by the moonlight, which she couldn't see clearly, but there seemed to be bars? Others were directly in the moonlight, and she saw a branch of an owl post office.

There was a monument-like object in the very center of the village, but to avoid being seen, she walked along the edges of the road and didn't approach it.

There was a small church on the side of the square, its stained glass windows reflecting different colors of light under the moonlight, and Praris could vaguely see the cemetery behind the church.

Praris glanced around to make sure no one else had seen her. Then, facing the church, she made a gesture of prayer and said, "This is not my injustice; God has promised to save His people."

After giving a rather perfunctory, hasty, and non-standard prayer, Praris walked straight toward the cemetery.

Using the glowing light to illuminate her wand, Prarese passed by many familiar surnames she had seen at Hogwarts.

After much difficulty, I finally found a tombstone engraved with "Dumbledore," only to discover it was too old and not a new grave. These were probably Dumbledore's relatives, but he didn't even bother to sweep their graves or send them flowers—well, she wasn't worthy to speak of Dumbledore, and she herself had never been back to Southend-on-the-Sea.

Despite these thoughts, Prarese felt no guilt whatsoever. Deepell Williams' death wasn't worth her time visiting his grave; it was almost murder to young Prarese—she had survived on her own.

Praris's night blindness has improved considerably, and with the help of fluorescent flashing lights, she shouldn't have spent too much time looking for tombstones.

But the tombstones were backlit by the moonlight, and you had to get quite close to see them clearly. Plus, there were so many graves in the cemetery that Praris started rubbing her eyes until they were red and swollen.

You really can't run into any Muggles at this time, otherwise it'll really be a ghost story!

"James Potter" and "Lily Potter"

Prarese saw Harry's parents' names deep in the cemetery, and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

If Voldemort originally stormed into Godric's Hollow and killed the couple, would he now return there to seek revenge on Dumbledore's "corpse"?

Prarese quickened his search for Dumbledore's tombstone and finally found it: "Albus Dumbledore".

At the edge of the cemetery, she found a long branch, used Transfiguration to turn it into a hoe, and began digging into the grave without mercy.

Under the bright moonlight, in the cemetery behind the church, a girl in a black dress, black hat, and black gloves raised a hoe and dug heavily into the grave, which looked quite frightening.

If some Muggle were to accidentally see this, Praris would probably earn a title like "gravedigger."

Although the Muggles were fast asleep, Praris was happily digging up the grave, thinking to herself: she was about to achieve something no other wizard could—pry open the grave of the greatest white wizard!

There are so few fireworks and applause right now!

Ah—ah—ah—

Praris looked up and saw crows cawing in the branches. He thought to himself: Thank you, that's very kind of you!

After about ten minutes, white marble marks appeared under the hoe. Praris dropped the hoe and used his black leather-gloved hands to clear away the surrounding soil, revealing the intact coffin.

Praris stood up, turned the hoe into a crowbar, wedged it against the edge of the coffin, and pressed himself against the other end of the crowbar—it didn't budge, sorry.

She stood there scratching her head, only then remembering that she was a wizard, and used magic to lift the coffin lid.

In the white marble coffin, Dumbledore lay with his hands folded over his chest. His body was intact, his face peaceful and serene, as if he had never died—and that would not be an exaggeration.

Laying the suitcase flat, Praris sat down on the ground, panting, and steadied himself with one hand on his hip before reaching out to unlock the suitcase, revealing rows of potions inside.

Praris took out a potion bottle containing a red potion, uncorked it, pried open Dumbledore's mouth, and poured it in.

Pulling a pocket watch from her breast pocket, Praris began calculating the potion's onset time. When it was almost five minutes past four, she whispered:

"He should be alive now."

"snow White!"

Dumbledore, his hair white, slowly opened his eyes in the coffin. Having returned from the brink of death, he seemed somewhat dazed, his mouth agape but unable to utter a sound.

Praris waited patiently and said calmly, "Your seven dwarfs are waiting for you, Princess."

Dumbledore let out a long sigh and said weakly, "Thank you so much, my prince!"

Disappointed, the crow on the branch flew away from the graveyard where there was no carrion to eat, leaving only a pile of bird droppings as a sign of disrespect.

“Sir, we must leave here first.” Prareus handed Dumbledore a bottle of potion, “Polyhydral Soup, its hair comes from a Muggle male.”

Dumbledore blinked slowly, shook his head at Praris, and said, "No, we can't leave here yet."

Seeing Prasris's questioning gaze, Dumbledore said, "Voldemort will surely come to my grave to confirm my death."

He pointed to the wand beside him: "Obviously, you're too early; he hasn't been here yet."

“I’m sorry I didn’t arrive at the time you expected,” Praris said expressionlessly. “If I had been any later, the Queen’s poisoned apple would have made the princess never wake up again.”

Dumbledore forced a cheerful smile: "Plares, you're much more lovable than Severus! We need to find something to replace me as Dumbledore and delay Voldemort from discovering I'm still alive."

"Sir," Praris said somewhat irritably, "this is an extra request, it will cost more!"

Dumbledore asked in surprise, "Plares, you've changed your mind too quickly! Am I no longer your princess?"

When the person you're teasing has a thicker skin than you, it means you're destined to be unable to beat them in this area for the time being—Plares is still too young!

“Of course, I will do whatever you ask.” After teasing Prareas, Dumbledore said with a smile, “This is something we agreed upon long ago, isn’t it?”

Alright, she has pure cattle and horse blood from her ancestors, from her maternal uncle to her niece, they all share the same fate.

However, this is necessary. If Dumbledore's faked death is discovered, Professor Snape may be suspected by Voldemort, even if he killed Dumbledore in public.

Voldemort is now more suspicious than anyone else, not only because he has experienced death, but also because of Winnie's second betrayal. He must use his suspicion to intimidate his men, lest they think Winnie's path is easy.

Prareus left Dumbledore behind and, in the dark, found a tattered scarecrow, indicating to Dumbledore that he should transform it into Dumbledore.

Dumbledore smiled and winked. "Of course, that's what I think, but my condition doesn't seem to allow it. What do you think, Doctor?"

“My shapeshifting…” Praris said hesitantly, “may not be able to fool the mysterious man.”

“You can,” Dumbledore said confidently. “Plares, your unique talent makes your magic and potions far more sophisticated and refined than others. Their power may not be as great as some wizards’, but they are skillfully crafted.”

Praris herself didn't believe it, and she shook her head: "I'm afraid you're overestimating me, but we have no better way."

Dumbledore was mostly right.

Praliss's memory, while tormenting her, was also an extraordinary gift, allowing her to remember exactly what Dumbledore looked like when he was still in a state of suspended animation.

Moreover, this is still life transformed into still life, a very basic form of metamorphosis. The only difficulty is simply achieving a sufficiently realistic resemblance—which is not a problem for Praris.

The scarecrow rapidly twisted under the Transfiguration spell, transforming into a "dead man" exactly like Dumbledore when he feigned death, down to the smallest detail, without any difference.

"There's nothing better!"

Chapter 194 I Will Rise Again

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction and took the bottle of Polyjuice Potion. Prareus, meanwhile, raised his wand and restored Dumbledore's grave to its original state.

Before she used "Restore All," Dumbledore had written a small note and hidden it in the scarecrow's collar; the handwriting on it didn't resemble Dumbledore's own.

The signature reads "Nicholas Flamel".

“This is not a living person,” Dumbledore said casually. “If Voldemort decides to do something to my corpse and thus break your magic—he might suspect that I was rescued by my old friends.”

“Even if Nicolas Flamel is not the kind of person who would risk taking my body,” Dumbledore said in a relaxed and cheerful tone, “nobody cares. Voldemort didn’t know him.”

Upon seeing the name, Praris remembered that it belonged to the creator and former owner of the Philosopher's Stone, a great alchemist.

"Won't the mysterious man send someone to look for him?" Praris asked with some concern. "What if he finds Nicolas Flamel's body..."

The final result is no different from before, and the deceased Nicolas Flamel will enjoy the same treatment as Dumbledore after his death—his grave will be dug up!

“That’s an interesting question,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Fortunately, no one can find where Nicolas Flamel’s grave is.”

Praliss knew nothing about Nicolas Flamel beyond what was written on paper, but Nicolas Flamel was Dumbledore's friend and collaborator. She could only rely on Dumbledore's unwavering attitude and believe in his trust in Nicolas Flamel.

Prarese had a sudden realization. She wondered if this was the reason why Dumbledore's followers could only obey him, and also why Voldemort feared him.

Dumbledore was powerful enough, had a wide range of interests, and lived a long enough period of time.

His past is legendary enough, and most of the people who are alive are just teenagers or teenagers in his eyes.

He may have witnessed the past of many people in its entirety, but few can easily see through the hundreds of years he has lived through.

After taking Polyjuice Potion, Dumbledore transformed into a blond young man. Touching his blond hair, he gave a mocking smile: "Plarezee, is this your aesthetic taste?"

“I see you’re quite satisfied with how it looks,” Praris retorted.

Dumbledore smiled without saying a word, seemingly acknowledging the point, yet also seemingly expressing no opinion whatsoever.

Praris ignored him, locked her suitcase, and prepared to leave.

Dumbledore suddenly said, "I like this epitaph."

"What?" Praris couldn't see clearly.

The presbyopic Dumbledore said to Praris, who was still suffering from night blindness, "Resurgam."

"I thought you were not afraid of death."

Pras and Dumbledore walked towards the church through the tombstones.

“Resurgam” is a Latin word meaning “I will rise again”.

In Christianity, "Resurgam" is often used to describe the resurrection of Jesus.

“No, Prareus.” Dumbledore shook his head and said, “It was Dumbledore himself who was killed, but it is the Dumbledore in everyone’s heart that is revived.”

In the eyes of Dumbledore's followers, Dumbledore is dead, yet he lives on in everyone's hearts because of love. The Order of the Phoenix and the Daedalus will continue to fight against evil, carrying on Dumbledore's beliefs and legacy.

This is the true meaning of "Resurgam".

But this is also an ironic coincidence, because Dumbledore didn't die. "Resurgam" will eventually become a slap in Voldemort's face.