HP North Star's Radiance

According to Snape, he did indeed know Prasris, and was quite familiar with him. Prasris was a gifted Slytherin student who enjoyed dabbling in bizarre potions and spells—a professor, after all his time, must have encountered both extreme geniuses and idiots, right?

Snape admired Prader and felt she could share his workload, so he gave her some guidance. Of course, Prader also put in a lot of work and endured Snape's harsh criticism.

In Snape's memory, Voldemort saw a lot of scenes of Prasris working, often walking in with an upright back and leaving with a hunched back and disheveled hair.

Snape even prepared a scene depicting him criticizing Prader for meddling, fully demonstrating his extremely poor attitude towards his students. He used the scene where Prader was criticized by him in his first year.

But right now, Snape's biggest worry isn't Voldemort capturing Prasris—the most powerful white wizard, Dumbledore, is still by her side—but Sylvia.

Snape tried to calm his chaotic thoughts and told Prairie and Dumbledore about the current situation.

“As I said before, Yaxley took over Sinkennis,” Snape said. “He controlled everyone around Scrimgeour and assassinated Scrimgeour.”

Prareas couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me and Dumbledore?"

Snape frowned and said, "I'm not on this mission—what's the point of telling you? You're going to stop them? Don't you have enough to do?"

After Dumbledore's death, and especially after the Horcruxes were exposed, everything seemed to be on a fast track.

Praris completed a series of tasks, including treating Bill, preparing the antidote for the fake death drug, digging up Dumbledore's grave, treating Dumbledore, assassinating Nagini, confirming the status of the locket, finding the locket's whereabouts, and recruiting werewolves.

Now, it's only been a short time since August began, and just over a month since Dumbledore's "death."

Praris replied without hesitation, "I can pass that message on to the Order of the Phoenix!"

“You think—” Snape sneered, “they’ll believe you?”

“At least Winnie, Prim, Hermione, Harry, and Ron will believe me,” Praris said.

Snape said coldly, "And then? They ask you where you got this information—me. Would you like to be looked at with suspicion by them?"

Snape's meaning was clear: those people would believe Prares, but they would never believe Snape. Because he killed Dumbledore and cut off George Weasley's ear.

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Dumbledore felt that if he didn't speak up soon, things would get very bad. He calmly said, "Plares, even if Severus told us, we couldn't stop this assassination."

Everyone around Scrimgeour was possessed. As a supporter of Dumbledore and an advocate of Voldemort's conspiracy theories, Moody couldn't gain Scrimgeour's trust, let alone rescue him from the encirclement of the minister's "confidants."

According to Scrimgeour's policy, even if Moody told Scrimgeour that someone close to him had been possessed, he would not launch a large-scale search; he would only investigate secretly and then die even faster.

"Hiss—" Praris didn't know Scrimgeour and his head was spinning when he heard this.

Dumbledore is right; we must unite all forces as much as possible. If Scrimgeour and the Ministry of Magic side with the Order of the Phoenix, there will be far fewer problems.

“We can’t accomplish everything perfectly, nor can we succeed at everything,” Dumbledore patted Prareus on the shoulder. “In the struggle against evil, failure and loss are inevitable. But will you be discouraged by that, Prareus?”

Praris shook his head, then said, "Anything else?"

Snape, unusually talkative, reminded Prares to stay with Dumbledore as much as possible to avoid being ambushed by Death Eaters. He completely forgot that it was actually the Death Eaters who were injured.

“If you are outnumbered,” Snape paused for a few seconds, “you should just surrender. The Death Eaters would rather have you alive.”

To be honest, even if Prares were to come here, he might be forced to become a Death Eater, but Snape didn't care.

Anyway, more than a decade ago, Snape's initial expectation for this child was simply for him to live.

"Including you?" Praris asked.

Snape glanced at Dumbledore beside him, paused for a moment, and then said, "Including me."

Dumbledore looked pleased, feeling that his decision to persuade Snape more than a decade ago couldn't have been better.

Look, this child has turned him into someone much more positive.

“That’s enough for what you need to know,” Snape said to Prairie. “Give the Two-Way Mirror to Dumbledore.”

Prareus glanced at Snape with surprise, but still obediently handed over the two-way mirror.

Praris stepped out of the room, realizing she was in Hogsmeade Village, a place she hadn't visited in six years—she felt sorry for herself.

"What are you doing here?" The face that Dumbledore had used appeared behind her. "Where's Albus? I left you here all alone!"

“Are you Aberforth?” Prareth pointed in the direction of the room. “Dumbledore has something to attend to.”

"Busy?" Aberforth exclaimed, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Ha, that's right! He's always busy, always busy!"

Chapter 210 Hogsmeade

Praris blinked, looking at Aberforth with interest, pondering the meaning behind his words.

It seems that Dumbledore's "busyness" has caused Aberforth to have a lot of complaints about him, and he still holds a grudge to this day.

Even though he voluntarily assisted Dumbledore's plan, he still harbored resentment towards his brother.

Prarees thought for a moment and decided to avoid offending Dumbledore, saying in a gentle tone, "It's nothing, Mr. Aberforth. I think perhaps Dumbledore felt that I wouldn't encounter any danger in your pub."

—No, when it comes to Praris, it's hard to say who's in danger!

Upon hearing this, Aberforth paused for a moment, then said dryly, "Just call me Aberforth, no one will call me sir."

“Okay,” Praris said politely. “Aberforth.”

Aberforth felt something was off. Even though Prares called him by his first name, he still felt as if she was adding the word "sir" to it.

This refined and courteous demeanor has a touch of Albus's hypocrisy.

If Pralis knew what he was thinking, she would definitely protest; her politeness had nothing to do with Dumbledore!

“You don’t look like a lower-year student,” Aberforth said, frowning. “But you’ve never been to Hogsmeade before—I haven’t seen you here.”

“You have a good memory,” Praris said calmly. “No, this is my first time in Hogsmeade.”

“My parents couldn’t sign me up for Hogwarts for the weekend,” she said casually. “So, I’ve never been here before—except for the train station nearby.”

The train station isn't actually in Hogsmeade; it's closer to the village. So, she hadn't actually been there.

Aberforth was a little surprised. How could students of this age resist coming to Hogwarts without complaining? What kind of parents would disagree with letting their boarding students go out to play on weekends?

Aberforth inexplicably thought of Ariana, who used to be confined to her home, and his mood became somewhat uneasy. He suddenly spoke, his tone much lighter: "Let me show you around!"

During the summer holidays, Hogsmeade is mostly deserted because all the students are on summer break. The only purpose of visiting the surrounding villages is to serve the local villagers. Some shops open later and close earlier, so there's not much to see or do.

But this was Praris's first time in Hogsmeade, and she looked around curiously, cloaked in her robes.

Praris and Aberforth passed by Honey Duke, and Aberforth asked her if she wanted to go in and take a look.

“No,” Praris said calmly. “I’m past the age of loving sweets, so I’ll just look. I’m just reminded of how my classmates always brought me candy from here.”

“We’ll see each other when school starts,” Aberforth comforted her.

Praris looked away: "I can't see her. She's left England."

"Why?" Abu Foster asked, "Did you find a job abroad after graduation?"

“No,” Praris paused for a long time before saying, “because of the war.”

Since the start of the holiday, Prarese has been traveling around, and Millison has most likely still delivered the letter to the Owl Station in Diagon Alley, but Prarese hasn't picked it up yet, and we still don't know her situation abroad.

The shop opposite Honey Duke has a sign that reads "Wenrenju Feather Pen Shop".

Praliss remembered that Draco had bought her that gorgeous quill pen set right here, which she still uses to this day.

Perhaps Draco would just hold his chin up, tell the shopkeeper he wants the most expensive and best gift, then put the box in his pocket, stroll back, look around to make sure no one's watching, and then awkwardly hand over the gift.

Every year, Daphne would buy a dozen new wool socks from the Elegant Wizard Clothing Shop and distribute them to the girls.

But Daphne has always been a self-centered person who never considers what others think. Therefore, she never buys anything that fits Prader's style, only what she likes herself.

So, Praris still wore all black in winter, but her colorful wool socks peeked out from her ankles.

Lady Patif's Tea House, where Draco had hoped she would go on a date with him—he considered it an essential activity for couples—but Prarese stayed on campus on weekends, and the plan failed.

Jacob was older than Pansy and had already started working. He had made several special trips to Hogsmeade to meet with Pansy.

There's also the Three Broomsticks bar, where Miles once "smuggled" a large glass of wine for her when she was underage...

The streets of Praris, pieced together in my mind through everyone's stories, are now being confirmed and perfected.

It was a strange thing; Prarese knew a lot about what had happened here, but it wasn't until years later that these things truly came together in her mind.

Prarese and Aberforth returned to the Pig's Head pub shortly after they left. She waved to Aberforth and went back into the same room.

Snape and Dumbledore's conversation had ended. Dumbledore stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window with the curtains half drawn, seemingly deep in thought.

Dumbledore turned to look at her and said casually, "Did Aberforth take you out?"

“Ah? Yes.” Praris nodded. “This is my first time in Hogsmeade.”

Dumbledore blinked, his bright blue eyes shining, and said, "Plares, I've taken up more than half of your vacation. You should take a break and get ready for school to start."

“What are you saying?” Praris’s expression turned ugly. “At a time like this, you want me to rest—what did you say?”

Dumbledore remained calm: "You told Harry that I always have my own plans, right?"

“That was for Harry.” Praris made no attempt to hide his double standards. “The other side of courage is impetuosity and recklessness. He needs to listen to others, not just do whatever he thinks.”

"You plan to use him and then discard him, is that it?" Praris narrowed his eyes, looking Dumbledore up and down. "Do you really think I can just sit back and wait for school to start while the people I care about are working so hard?"

Dumbledore sighed, took off his glasses, and wiped them with the hem of his robe. "Of course not—I told Severus the same thing, but you know what he'll think."

What would Professor Snape think? He always believed that fighting Voldemort was an adult's business, and that even if he himself was on the verge of death, he shouldn't let children take the risks.

Even though Pralis was an adult, Snape never truly treated her as one. He couldn't even acknowledge her strength and had to constantly remind her to stick close to Dumbledore.

Perhaps it's because Prarese was already more mature than most children at the age of eleven, with only occasional small gestures revealing her age. Therefore, the boundaries of her growth seem less clear, making it difficult for those who have watched her grow up to realize that she has become an adult.

Prareus sat across from Dumbledore with his arms crossed, his dark eyes staring intently at him.

“Either this matter is very dangerous, and he thinks you can't protect me. But the probability of that is very low; we've even stormed Malfoy Manor and killed Nagini.” Praris's mind raced. “Since the issue isn't the level of danger, then—”

Praris's lips twitched slightly: "This matter concerns me and may hurt me. He has reason to believe that he must keep me out of this."

Dumbledore said gently, "You guessed right."

But then he said, "So, you've decided to resist Severus's protection?"

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” Praris chuckled sarcastically. “If you really wanted me to be completely uninvolved, you would have found a much better excuse, like giving me a time-consuming and energy-intensive task, instead of just making up excuses like taking a break or waiting for school to start—as if I’ve never been tired before.”

Dumbledore showed no embarrassment at being exposed. He had known all along that when Severus sent Praris away, it was impossible for Praris not to suspect something. It was just that Severus was even more unwilling to let Praris hear Sylvia's situation in person.

Dumbledore knew Prasris would find out sooner or later, so he didn't bother to hide it. Besides, he didn't want to lose Prasris, such a good assistant.

Prareas knew that Dumbledore didn't really intend to hide it, so he didn't hesitate to expose the truth.

“This concerns your mother,” Dumbledore said seriously. “Plares, you have a choice: whether you want to listen or not.”