HP North Star's Radiance

“I think you are very clear about this, you just didn’t tell me,” Praris said, shaking his head. “If it’s not a guarantee of his life, then it will certainly make him stronger.”

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It is a powerful weapon, but he is not destined to be its master. We need not worry."

Dumbledore had already confirmed it at the graveyard: the wand no longer belonged to him, but to Draco, the boy who had knocked it away.

But he wouldn't tell anyone. Only by keeping the wand's owner a mystery could Voldemort be prevented from unleashing his full power in the final battle.

Dumbledore smiled kindly and asked, "I thought you would guess he was looking for Harry?"

“Of course he’s looking for Harry, but Harry can run away!” Praris exclaimed in surprise. “Divining Harry’s location is completely useless!”

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore burst into laughter. Prass, puzzled, looked at Dumbledore and inexplicably began to laugh as well.

Dumbledore patted Praris on the shoulder: "You're too tense. You're always trying to get everything done in the shortest amount of time."

"Isn't it worth our all now?" Praris said earnestly. "We must get everything done before the war starts so that we can have a greater chance of success and minimize losses in the final battle."

Dumbledore looked at Praris gently: "But you are all alone, Praris. I do need your help, but this is enough for now."

Praris frowned and said, "I still have two weeks before school starts..."

“You should rest.” Prareus was certain that Dumbledore meant nothing by saying this. He continued, “You won’t have to go on any more adventures with me until the start of the semester. That’s what I promised Severus. You just need to prepare some Polyjuice Potion, and leave the rest to me.”

"Just some?" Praris asked.

Dumbledore paused for a moment: "Many?"

Praris had a stern face, with an expression that said, "I knew it."

“And one more thing,” Dumbledore suddenly became serious, “I need you to return to Hogwarts and help Severus protect the students from the Death Eaters. Then, repeat the same work as today as possible.”

Hogwarts Before Part 2

At a faculty meeting, Professor McGonagall warned the young Snape quite seriously: "You must keep those kids within fifteen feet (five meters) of you, or you'll be in big trouble!"

Snape, who was teaching his first class, took these words to heart. He frowned and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Flitwick looked at this and that, then burst into laughter, patting Snape on the back: "Relax, Severus! A few more times and you'll see it's not a difficult task!"

As it turned out, Professor McGonagall was right, and so was Professor Flitwick.

It depends on what kind of students you encounter.

On his first day of work, Snape lost a student. After asking around among the shop owners, he finally found him in front of Florin's Ice Cream Shop.

From then on, Snape sided with Professor McGonagall's views, giving his students a stern warning even before they reached the Leaky Cauldron, emphasizing the dangers of the wizarding world with the most terrifying expression.

“Did you understand?” Snape said coldly. “If you have any questions, you’d better ask them now.”

The thin, small Praris Prince nodded and then shook his head in response.

The child was very obedient. Snape was initially worried that she would lose her way, so he walked slowly. But Prasley kept up so well that Snape almost forgot about it and gradually resumed his original pace, almost causing her to lose him.

Fortunately, they later started buying things for the start of school and went into the store, so there was no accident because Snape was walking too fast.

For Snape, having such a student was comfortable. But for Prarese, it was quite the opposite.

God knows what got into this professor; his feet look like they've been fitted with rocket boosters.

Praris, who was behind him, stumbled along with a black cloak smeared all over his face, and dared not raise any objections because he was unfamiliar with the place.

"Professor Snape!" Mrs. Malkin said with a smile, "Is he taking the new students to buy school uniforms?"

Snape stepped to the left, revealing the little girl behind him, and pointed at her: "The same as always."

"Oh my! This child is already eleven years old?" Mrs. Malkin exclaimed in surprise. "You really can't believe it!"

Prarese sensed that the plump woman meant no harm, so she relaxed a bit. Mrs. Morkin simply felt that Prarese's size was unusual for a normal eleven-year-old girl.

Madam Malkin had her stand on a footstool and draped a secondhand cloak over her to try on the size. At this moment, Prairie, now on a slightly higher platform, finally saw Professor Snape frown. His eyes seemed to subtly reveal some displeasure.

Prarese didn't understand what she had done wrong and felt nervous. She could only turn her head and pretend that she hadn't noticed, and listen carefully to Mrs. Malkin's instructions—of course, she knew that the lady was called Mrs. Malkin, since that was what the shop's sign said.

This seems to be a common practice in the magical world, where many businesses use their own names as shop names.

However, this idea changed at Flourish and Blotts. The owner of Flourish and Blotts was called "Banlin," not Flourish and Blotts. Of course, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron was still called Tom.

This rule seems to only work when the storefront looks remarkably like a name.

With limited financial aid from the school, Praris received secondhand textbooks, a secondhand magic robe, a secondhand cauldron, a secondhand balance, a secondhand glass bottle, and a secondhand telescope—she almost forgot the word "secondhand."

Since there was too much stuff to carry, Professor Snape bought her a separate suitcase to hold her uniforms and equipment.

While she was waiting at the grocery store for Professor Snape to buy a briefcase, Prairie heard a red-haired boy complaining, "Mom—everything I own is secondhand!"

The boy's older brother was tall and thin, very handsome, but he wore a small braid and dressed like one of those rock singers on the streets of London.

He laughed heartily and patted his younger brother's head: "Don't you like my magic robe? I'll buy you a new one when I earn some money!"

“Never mind Ron! You’ve only been out of school for a short time!” The boy’s chubby mother said to Ron, hands on her hips. “Which of our children didn’t go through this?”

"Bill isn't!"

"Bill too! He uses a lot of your dad's things!"

Ron choked.

Bill put his hand on Ron's shoulder and said with a smile, "Cheer up! At least our lives aren't secondhand!"

Praris quite liked that statement. These things were already very new to her, and she didn't care whether they were secondhand or not. Besides, what item she used in the convent wasn't a secondhand item?

Her life's train is about to embark on a path unimaginable before, a journey where everything is new. Perhaps her uniform and equipment are secondhand, but her future is entirely new.

Professor Snape emerged from the grocery store and tossed Prader a small suitcase. It was still a bit too big for Prader, and she struggled to open her arms to hold it.

To her surprise, the suitcase felt weightless. Was there some kind of magic on it?

This was the first completely new item that Praris could remember that belonged entirely to her, and she couldn't help but tighten her arms and hug the box tightly.

A few days later, Prarese deliberately returned to the grocery store and discovered that the suitcase cost more than all her student aid combined. She stood in front of the shelf, staring at the price tag on the suitcase, her eyes slowly blinking.

"Do you have a used one of this?" Praris asked, pointing to the same suitcase.

The shop owner peeked out and glanced around: "These are all brand new. If you want used ones, come over here!"

Prarese narrowed her eyes; she didn't believe in unprovoked kindness. This Professor Snape didn't seem like the type to be so generous, nor did he show any pity for her, yet he had inexplicably spent a large sum of money on her without telling her.

What exactly is his purpose? Or does he want to get something from her?

Prarese doesn't see anything of value in herself, and whether it's an investment in the future or an interest in some organ in her body... it's really hard to say!

But Praris was unaware of all this at the time, and they arrived at their final stop—Olivendine's Wand Shop.

Of course, she didn't have a pet yet. Her scholarship didn't support buying another pet, and Professor Snape didn't think pets were necessary. Although the acceptance letter stated "allowed," it didn't mean it was mandatory.

The wand shop was filled with long, narrow wooden boxes, piled up to the ceiling, making Praris wonder how the shopkeeper was going to get them down—oh yes, magic!

Well, Praris isn't used to these things that are commonplace in the magical world yet. Outsiders are always easily ostracized, and she needs some time to integrate and make herself seem no different from the other young wizards.

"Good afternoon!" The old man stood up, one hand on the counter. "Professor Snape, it's been a long time! You haven't brought a student here for years—what's your name, child?"

Snape said nonchalantly, "That's right."

“Praris Prince,” she said.

Ollivander seemed to suddenly remember something: "Ah, yes, yes, Prince. I once sold two hornbeam wands with different cores on the same day, to two close friends. I thought they would both go to Ravenclaw, but one of the girls, named Prince, went to Gryffindor."

"The owners of hornbeams are often obsessed with something and pursue it relentlessly."

Praris responded with an "Oh," but she wasn't particularly interested. She simply asked, "And what about me? What kind of wand should I buy?"

“It’s not a purchase, it’s a two-way choice,” Ollivander corrected her. “Alright, Praris, which hand do you plan to use to hold the wand?”

Prarese said, "Left hand."

It was strange; all she needed was a wand, but Ollivander's measuring tape measured her from head to toe, as if he were custom-making clothes for her.

Ollivander explained in a mystical way that every wand is unique, so it must fit perfectly to work its best.

This sounds very far-fetched. In medieval England, ordinary civilians and soldiers usually bought their swords directly. Only nobles commissioned custom-made swords, but that was merely to have some ostentatious jewels inlaid and family crests engraved on them.

“For a wizard, the wand is like an extension of your body,” Ollivander poked his head out from the shelf. “It wouldn’t be good if your hand didn’t obey your brain, wouldn’t you say?”

"Can't we exchange it if it doesn't fit?" Praris asked.

As soon as Praris finished speaking, Ollivander looked a little unhappy. But it took him a few seconds to convince himself: "When trying out a wand, if it doesn't fit, of course you can change it. But a wand often accompanies us for a lifetime, unless it is completely destroyed."

That sounds quite important.

After saying that, he came out carrying a large pile of boxes, pulled one out, and said to Praris, "How about trying this? A walnut wand and unicorn hair, quite soft, nine inches long—wave it!"

Praris had just raised his wand when Ollivander snatched it away, leaving him standing there bewildered with his hand raised.

She couldn't help but look at Professor Snape, hoping to find an answer. But Professor Snape didn't look at her; instead, Ollivander shoved another wand into her hand.

"Applewood, phoenix tail feathers, ten inches long, give it a try!"

The wand was at least swung once, but it couldn't escape its fate of returning to the box.

Next came aspen, blackthorn, black walnut, cherry, pine, and yew... Ollivander didn't seem impatient at all; on the contrary, he seemed a little excited. He took out a box hidden in the shelf and pushed it toward Praris: "I think this must be it."

"Cedar wood, phoenix feather, eleven inches, very flexible!"

As soon as Praris took the pale yellow-brown wand, she had a strange intuition. She gently waved the wand, and a bright streak of light shot out from the tip of the wand like a shooting star in the sky.

"Oh! Oh!" Ollivander clapped his hands happily. "Perfect, clever girl. If you get along well with this wand, I think you'll become a powerful and famous wizard!"

"Why?" Praris asked curiously. "Can you see a person's future from their wand? Is there any basis for this?"

This sounds like some kind of unscientific divination like astrology or tarot cards. But now that we have magic, so what if it's unscientific? —By the way, are there Gypsy fortune tellers in the magical world?

Praris didn't miss any opportunity to learn about the magical world, and actively asked questions.

“Well—I remember every wizard who has bought a wand from me,” Ollivander said proudly. “Wands and their owners choose each other; they tend to prefer wizards whose personalities match their own. Cedarwood always prefers owners with keen insight. Its owners also often have the potential to become formidable adversaries.”

A formidable adversary? Prarese liked that description; it was always better to be feared than to be easily manipulated.

Ollivander initially said it was "not a purchase," but in the end, he still had to pay... Praris, feeling the pinch, tried to comfort herself: Look, you've already got something completely your own—a wand!

Clutching her wand case, she followed Professor Snape out of the shop and asked curiously, "Professor Snape, did you buy your wand here too?"

Snape, who hadn't uttered a word the entire time, said expressionlessly, "No, there's more than one wand shop in the world—but that's none of your business."

"Now, I'm taking you to the Leaky Cauldron. From today onwards, you'll be living there until school starts. No wandering around, no trying magic, and no staying out all night. Old Tom will be watching you for me, and you'd better not let me find out you've caused me any trouble. Got it?"

“I’ve got it,” Praris said.