HP North Star's Radiance

Prareas's sharp gaze fell on Harry, and he asked, "Did you destroy the Horcruxes?"

"What?" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "How could you..."

How did Praris know that he had a Horcrux?

“That’s not important,” Praris asked again. “Did you destroy it?”

Harry lowered his head and said with a headache, "Dumbledore and I found Slytherin's locket in the cave, but it wasn't the real locket; someone took it beforehand."

Prarese suspected that Dumbledore might have known this all along, which was why he sent her specifically to find out. But more likely, he was simply adding a precaution.

“So, that’s not a Horcrux at all,” Praris said. “And you haven’t found the real Horcrux yet!”

This made them seem useless, but Harry couldn't deny it. He said, "We're already looking for the RAB who took the Horcrux, but we haven't found him yet."

RAB?

Prarese paced the room, eyes closed, arms crossed, tapping her temples with her fingers. She said, "The Black family, the Burst family, the Burns family, Bassett, Mr. Bogin, Brown, Belby, Butt, Bloch..."

Harry stared in disbelief as Prarese listed out everyone in her memory who was connected to the wizarding world and whose last name started with "B," including even her Muggle-born classmates.

He couldn't help but think, "When you have absolutely no clue, do you just exhaustively search for answers?" But then he remembered that this person was Praris, and things didn't seem so strange anymore.

Praris opened his eyes and shook his head: "This is hard to find."

Harry nodded, guessing, "Do you think it could be the shopkeeper of Borgin Burke? Voldemort used to work part-time at his shop, and they have a lot of Dark Magic items!"

“No.” Praris shook his head. “Mr. Borgin’s name starts with ‘K’. His name is Karaktakus Bork.”

Harry had always known that Prader was very intelligent, but he couldn't believe that Prader even remembered the name of a shopkeeper in Knockturn Alley.

“What about the Burstd family?” Harry asked thoughtfully. “You and Milison Burstd are very close.”

Praris began listing without hesitation: "Millison's mother is named Dolly Burst, her aunt is named Rebecca Burst, and her father is named Aldrich Burst..."

Wait a minute, Millison's Aunt Becky?

Praris and Harry looked at each other in bewilderment.

Praris quickly shook his head: "Mr. Burst took the blame for the Death Eater's wife. Aunt Becky despises Death Eaters, and she even thinks the Man from Darkness might be a half-blood, so how could he possibly have come into contact with him..."

“How could it be impossible!” Harry exclaimed excitedly. “It was precisely because Mr. Burstd died for the Death Eaters that she hated Voldemort and was determined to avenge him!”

The more Harry thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed; everything made sense!

Praris gave Harry a long look and said, "Do you remember what was on that note?"

Harry has been studying that note for a long time and now he can practically recite it from memory.

To the Dark Lord

When you read this letter... you can be a mortal person of flesh and blood.

RAB”*

Praris raised an eyebrow: "Dark Lord?"

She didn't believe that this was something just anyone would know. No matter how much someone hated Voldemort, if they didn't know about Horcruxes, they simply didn't know.

If anyone is qualified to know about the existence of Horcruxes, or is qualified to keep Horcruxes safe for Voldemort, then they must be someone Voldemort once trusted.

Harry was stunned: "Dark Lord, that's a title only Voldemort's supporters would use..."

In other words, RAB might be a Death Eater?

This was completely different from what Harry had imagined.

“We need Winnie’s help,” Prarese said decisively to Harry. “Let’s go!”

Harry quickly grabbed Praris and said urgently, "Dumbledore said we can't tell anyone about this..."

Prareas glared at him: "It was Winnie who told Dumbledore where the Hufflepuff Cup was."

Chapter 203 RAB

Harry suddenly understood why Dumbledore trusted Winnie so much. Voldemort would never risk a chance to resurrect just to plant an informant.

Praris opened the door and rushed out, with Harry quickly following behind.

In the living room on the first floor, only Hibiscus and Bill were being affectionate.

Harry asked them, "Have you seen Winnie?"

Fleur pointed to the kitchen, then casually mentioned to Prareas that she hoped Prareas would have time to check on Bill's recovery. Prareas gestured that it was fine, then went into the kitchen with Harry.

In the kitchen, Ms. Priscilla and Winnie were making a cake containing a lethal amount of cream, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. Priscilla called Winnie out.

“RAB?” Winnie’s eyes were strange. “Why are you asking me this?”

Prarese sensed that when Winnie said that, the emphasis wasn't on "what to do," but on "me." It was as if she felt there was someone in the house more qualified to answer the question than she was.

“This is very important to us!” Harry said.

Winnie still looked puzzled. She said, "Then why don't you ask your godfather? A Death Eater named RAB, isn't that Regulus Arcturus Black?"

Purebloods have an innate talent for remembering names, especially their relatives' names, which are often incredibly long. The Black family name is easy to remember: Regulus Black is Leo First Magnitude Star plus Arcturus plus the surname.

Pralis had no recollection of the name, or at least she had hardly ever heard of it, but Harry's mouth dropped open as if he remembered something.

Last Christmas, Harry and Sirius were lying in the same bed, and Sirius mentioned the name—he said it was his silly brother.

“Thank you, Winnie!” Harry said, then turned to Prader and said, “Let’s go find Sirius!”

Sirius was still sitting in front of that box, holding some Quidditch team merchandise in his hand. It looked quite old, and the batter inside was no longer as agile as he used to be.

"Harry?" Sirius grinned. "Are you in a maze?"

Sirius sat there, watching Harry run down and then back up, going around in circles.

He inexplicably remembered that Lily had said that when she was a child, her family had a puppy that would chase its own tail in circles, which was very cute.

James quickly raised his hands: "Me too!"

Lily burst out laughing: "But you're not a dog!"

James was greatly disappointed that he couldn't even beat a dog; the stag's tail was too short!

"Hey!" Sirius exclaimed cheerfully, "Dude, don't be too envious of me!"

"How can you two compare to a real dog?!"

Lily just can't stand boys' competitiveness!

These days feel like yesterday to Sirius. But today isn't necessarily bad; at least Harry is still by his side, and he's not alone.

“Sirius!” Harry sat cross-legged next to Sirius. “Tell me about him…”

Sirius turned his gaze from Prader, who was inexplicably casting a spell on the door, to Harry, who was speaking to him.

“It’s about Regulus!” Harry said.

Regulus?

This was even more distant for Sirius than for James and Lily.

In Sirius's eyes, Regulus was somewhat similar to Narcissa's son, except that he had black hair.

Sirius's parents were obsessed with pure-bloodedness and took pride in it, believing that mixed-race and Muggles deserved to die. He scoffed at this, but Regulus believed it wholeheartedly. In any case, whatever Walbuga said, Regulus trusted him implicitly, thinking his mother wouldn't harm him—this mama's boy!

Therefore, everyone in the Black family thought Sirius was hopeless and hoped that Regulus would bring glory to the Black family.

Regulus was obedient, obediently becoming a Slytherin, obediently loyal to his family, and following some old rules that should have been buried long ago.

“I only have photos of him when he was little,” Sirius said. “Don’t get me wrong, I just left them here!”

In the photo, half of Sirius's body is obscured by a slightly thin, dark-haired boy. Sirius stands crookedly, his eyes filled with impatience, while Regulus stands properly at the front, his gaze as arrogant as the other Blacks.

Later, Regulus, like other pure-blooded young men, idolized Voldemort and became a Death Eater the year after Sirius left home. In the eyes of the other Blacks besides Sirius, Regulus was a true "bringer of honor"!

Sirius Black said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Back then, I even thought about taking him with me."

Sirius believes that Regulus is like this because he has always lived in the environment of the Black family, where pure-blood ideology turns people into monsters.

Once Regulus leaves this place and comes into contact with more half-blood wizards and wizards from Muggle families, he will realize how ridiculous the idea of ​​pure-blood is.

But Regulus refused Sirius's invitation and even urged Sirius to stay: "Sirius, if you leave, your mother will be sad."

"She'll be sad? Then I'm happy!" Sirius exclaimed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Believe it or not, if I went out right now and got eaten by a five-legged monster, she'd definitely invite all our relatives to a party to celebrate!"

Regulus frowned and said, "If it weren't for you always saying things she doesn't like to hear..."

"Come on! She's always saying things I don't like to hear!" Sirius said impatiently. "Do you want me to become her puppet like you?"

"I do not……"

"Are you leaving or not? If not, I'm leaving!"

“I can’t leave, Mom needs me,” Regulus said slowly. “Besides, where will you live if you leave? You’ve never earned money, how will you support yourself? Where will next year’s school fees come from…”

Sirius waved his hand: "I have James!"

"You're going to rely on your friends to support you?" Regulus said incredulously. "That won't last long, and what's the difference between that and staying at home!"

“It’s different. James is my best brother!” Sirius said. “He would never look down on me, and he would never whisper those moldy old ideas in my ear!”

"Are you really going?"

"Otherwise what? Is today April Fool's Day?"

Regulus walked to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, dumped some jingling jewelry onto the table, and said with his chin held high, "Then take these with you! Don't spend other people's money and embarrass the Black family."

“Silly baby, I’m running away from home, not absconding with the money!” Sirius said incredulously. “I’m running away from home to get out of this awful place for good. Taking them with me, what kind of ‘good’ is that!”

Sirius believes he is distancing himself from this corrupt family, and taking Black family belongings would make him a thief!

“But you are Black!” Regulus said matter-of-factly, not understanding. “You were born Black, you will die Black, you are Black from head to toe… How can you completely sever ties with our family?”

These words infuriated Sirius Black. He knew in his heart that he had the blood of the Black family flowing through his veins, a part of him that he could never escape or discard.

"I must have been out of my mind to care whether you leave or not!" Sirius said angrily. "You can stay here and keep this old house company, getting moldy, rotten, and stinking!"

After saying that, Sirius ran up to the attic, slung his bag over his shoulder, and rode off on his broomstick—and incidentally, he received a warning for being seen riding a broomstick in London at night by a Muggle.

In response, James said, "You can't control what other people think!"

Lupin comforted him, saying that perhaps Regulus was just worried about Sirius's life outside. Besides, if Sirius took Regulus with him, Mrs. Black would certainly not let Sirius off the hook for "kidnapping" her youngest son.