HP North Star's Radiance

Even so, Voldemort's heart remained uneasy. He had no Horcruxes with him, and the identity of the wizard who assassinated Nagini that night was unknown—all of these factors contributed to his anxiety.

He was anxious, eager to become stronger, eager to kill Potter to eliminate any future trouble!

As the dust settled, Dumbledore's kind and peaceful face was revealed. His students, colleagues, and friends prepared Dumbledore's "deceased" appearance, dressing him in a wizarding robe that suited his preferences, making his ashen face appear as if he were merely asleep from illness.

Dumbledore's body was unimportant to Voldemort, but the elder wand beside him shone brighter than the moon in Voldemort's eyes.

“Ah—” Voldemort drawled, “you’ve really given me a surprise, Prince.”

Sylvia stood behind Voldemort, looking even more haggard than Dumbledore lying in his coffin. She simply stood stiffly, like a hollow tree by the roadside.

Voldemort picked up the Elder Wand and carefully stroked the patterns on its surface, matching the wand with Gregorovich's memories.

The blond, flamboyant uninvited guest from Gregorovich's memory—Voldemort has searched for him but hasn't found him yet.

The fear of insufficient firepower made Voldemort increasingly anxious. Fortunately, Sylvia provided two cards, saving Voldemort from having to search through the crowd for a thief whose appearance had changed drastically over time.

Voldemort did indeed get twelve "O"s in his Owls exams, but there's no single "answer" to divination. It can be one way or another. Different diviners may arrive at different conclusions about the same thing.

There are even cases where, when the final result comes out, you'll find that every fortune teller's interpretation is correct; they're just seeing different aspects of the future.

Voldemort had his men capture a wizard who had obtained "O"s in both Newt's Divination and Arithmetic readings—a rare occurrence—and asked him to analyze the two cards to find what Voldemort was looking for.

The unfortunate wizard pondered deeply and cautiously said, "This hermit is facing left. It might refer to a place in the west, possibly related to an elderly, wise elder. This place may be hidden, but it may not be unfamiliar to you; it's just that it's influenced by something else, and it will take a flash of inspiration for you to figure it out."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and asked the fortune teller to look at the second one.

But the King of Swords card was not so clear. The diviner couldn't figure it out at first and was subjected to excruciating torture by the Death Eaters. Finally, he begged for mercy, saying, "King! King! It might be in the hands of someone of high rank or in some authoritative place!"

In Voldemort's eyes, the Horcruxes that might still be alive are the tiara and the locket.

The crown is naturally at Hogwarts; his subordinates can simply retrieve it from the school later. But the person in high position of power… he couldn't be sure whether he meant the Ministry of Magic or the rulers of the Muggles.

So, after some trouble, he thought of Dumbledore's grave—yes, the reason Dumbledore was so powerful must be because he possessed the Elder Wand from the Deathly Hallows!

In that instant, Voldemort's thoughts became clear. He realized that his previous apprehension about Dumbledore's power might not have stemmed from Dumbledore's own strength.

Dumbledore's power also relied on external objects, specifically the Deathly Hallows!

Once he possesses the Elder Wand, he will be as powerful as Dumbledore and will not be affected by wands of the same origin, making it easy for him to kill Harry Potter, his biggest threat!

Voldemort, holding the Elder Wand, looked down at Dumbledore's "corpse," flicked his finger, and a beam of green light struck "Dumbledore": "Avada Kedavra!"

Bang!

Dumbledore's "corpse" suddenly exploded, turning into a tattered scarecrow. A piece of parchment with a torn corner was visible on the scarecrow's chest.

Voldemort's expression changed drastically. He quickly pulled out the parchment and scanned the words on it at a glance.

Voldemort,

When you see this note, it means the play I directed has been successfully staged. Respectfully, my wife and I play the kind-hearted version of Burke and Hale.

I knew all along that even if Dumbledore were dead, you wouldn't let it go. But we will not allow anyone to desecrate Dumbledore's body.

So, unfortunately, you'll have to leave empty-handed.

Nicolas Flamel & Pereñar Flamel

Respectfully submitted by both parties

Voldemort's chest heaved violently as he roared in fury. He wildly brandished the Elder Wand, unleashing terrifying green light in all directions.

After venting his emotions, Voldemort suddenly turned to Sylvia, who was standing to the side, and grabbed her shoulders tightly: "Tell me, where are the Flamels hiding! Tell me!"

Sylvia's head was shaken violently, her pale face was terrifying, as if she had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Voldemort's command caused her to look pained, but she gave no prophecy. Instead, as if she couldn't breathe, she let out two gasps and fainted.

Dumbledore's fake corpse threw Voldemort into disarray once again. He had already divided his soul too many times to continue creating Horcruxes.

Without seeing Dumbledore's body, it's impossible to be sure if he's truly dead, and therefore impossible to feel at ease.

Nicolas Flamel has lived so long and possesses the Philosopher's Stone. Who knows if he and his wife were truly protecting Dumbledore's body, or if Dumbledore actually never died?

Voldemort looked around, feeling that nowhere was safe. He even couldn't help but wonder if Dumbledore was the one who assassinated Nagini that night! But if Dumbledore were still alive, how could he bear to give up the Elder Wand, which brought him such great power!

A shadow named Dumbledore followed Voldemort relentlessly, causing him sleepless nights and constant anxiety.

Two days later, Praris arrived at King's Cross Station in the most Muggle way possible—by taxi.

Strangely, she arrived at Station 9¾ without any Death Eaters pursuing her.

Praris personally speculates that when she was attacked, the Death Eaters were staging a coup at the Ministry of Magic, and they had not yet fully taken control of the Ministry.

But now that the Ministry of Magic has appointed Death Eaters as the new headmaster and professors, there's no need for the arrests—especially since the new headmaster is also her mentor.

"Praris!"

Pansy hurriedly ran from the other end of the platform, dragging her suitcase. She was running so fast that she almost slipped and fell, and Praris quickly stepped forward to grab her arm.

Pansy didn't seem to care about almost falling; instead, she immediately put her hands on Praris's arms, looked Praris up and down, and even turned her around.

"Phew!" Pan Xi breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm so glad you're alright!"

Praris chuckled upon hearing this: "What could possibly happen to me!"

"What could you possibly have to do!" Pansy glared at Praris, her eyes red. "You haven't replied to a single letter... and you're still... and still..."

Pansy choked up, clenching her right fist and pressing it to her mouth: "I was so worried!"

When the warrant for the arrest of Muggle-born wizards was issued, Pansy felt as if someone had placed a bell on her head and banged it hard.

She made countless excuses and wrote many letters to the old owl post station, but she didn't receive a single reply.

In mid-to-late August, Pansy went to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies and ran into Daphne and Astoria.

Pansy noticed that Astoria was looking down, being dragged along by Daphne in a daze.

Pansy forced a smile and teased their little sister, "Is our little Leah heartbroken?"

Astoria suddenly perked up, shook off Daphne's hand, and angrily shouted at Pansy, "Shut up if you don't know anything!"

After saying that, Astoria ran off on her own and rushed into the nearby Flourish and Blotts bookstore.

"This is outrageous!" Pansy, who had been scolded by Astoria for no reason, immediately went to confront her "parents," saying, "Did your sister eat ten pounds of gunpowder in her stomach?!"

Daphne looked a bit annoyed and said irritably, "She's heartbroken over that mud-blood!"

It turns out that the Muggle witch named Grace was "investigated" by the Ministry of Magic in early August.

For the Ministry of Magic at present, there is no difference between "investigation" and conviction.

Even without the investigation, Grace would not have had the opportunity to continue her studies at Hogwarts. The wizarding students who remain now all have at least one close relative who can be proven to have wizarding blood.

Pansy felt a lump in her throat, preventing her from making a sound. Where was Praris now? Was she being investigated? As an orphan, where could Praris find a close relative with wizarding blood?

Whenever she recalls those days when she touted pure-blood ideology in order to echo Draco's sentiments, she feels as if she were slowly murdering her best friend.

Jacob always asked her what was troubling her, and Pansy could only say that she was worried about Milison, who was far from home. She couldn't bring herself to tell him her real worries, afraid that she might hurt Praris if she said anything inappropriate.

Prareas opened his arms and hugged Pansy tightly, whispering, "I'm back now, aren't I? Don't worry, Pansy. The new headmaster is Professor Snape, who can bully me?"

Pansy buried her head in Praris's arms: "Mmm!"

The two of them entered the carriage hand in hand, and the train was noticeably less lively than before.

It was almost time to depart, and many of the carriages were empty. Even in the occupied carriages, many couldn't accommodate four people. The wizards walking down the corridor didn't exchange loud greetings as they had in previous years; they simply walked by silently with their heads down.

Praris and Pansy quickly found Daphne, and Astoria was also in the carriage, making a mere four people.

Upon seeing Praris, Daphne exclaimed in surprise, "You're not dead!"

Whether a person can speak well or not is immediately obvious.

Pansy said, "I'm glad you're okay," while Daphne said, "You're not dead." The difference in their statements is obvious.

Pansy rolled her eyes: "Can't you say something nicer?"

"She hasn't replied to a single letter!" Daphne said, chin raised, clearly dissatisfied. "Either be heartless or die. I'd rather you couldn't reply to this letter!"

“You’ve all forgotten,” Praris said calmly. “I went to visit relatives in Devon, how could I reply to your letters sent to London!”

Prarese brushed the matter aside so lightly, without offering any explanation as to why she didn't collect the letter after returning to London.

Pansy and Daphne didn't delve into it further; as long as Praris was alright, other things weren't that important.

boom!

The carriage door was opened, and a tall, thin figure stood silently at the doorway, remaining silent for a long time, like a mute black shadow.

Praris immediately stood up, turned to Pansy, Daphne, and Astoria, and said, "I have something to do—"

“Go ahead!” Pansy said.

Prareas walked behind, while Draco walked ahead, his steps hurried, as if he were running away from something.

Why? Draco came to find her, yet he didn't say a word to her, just kept his head down and hurried on his way.

Praris didn't ask any questions; she just kept following Draco. After walking for most of the train, Praris finally had to say, "If you want to buy food, you can wait for the vendor."

This train came from Muggles. The last carriage of a Muggle train is usually guarded, but the magical train doesn't need that, so it became the food cart—that's where the vendor prepares her trolley.

Draco finally stopped, opened one of the carriage doors on his left, and went inside. He rested his hands on the table, his ten fingers tucked into his hair, and hung his head dejectedly.

"You know everything that's happened since the end of June, right? You also know I was the one who put them in Hogwarts, don't you?" Draco said with a self-deprecating laugh. "I'm not what you think. I'll do anything for power! The things you care about, I don't care about at all, like—"

"Like your soul?" Praris said calmly.

Chapter 215 I don't know

Draco lowered his head and remained silent.

He mastered the art of occlusion very well because he was used to running away. He would run away when he encountered something he was afraid of, hide behind Praris when he was in danger, call out his father's name when he encountered something he couldn't solve, and suppress and isolate his emotions when he had to do something but couldn't.

Logically, a jerk wouldn't admit to being a jerk. But Draco was no longer the wicked and willful person he once was. His world had suddenly turned upside down, gradually becoming something he could never have imagined before.

These days, Draco is still struggling to maintain his precarious pride, but what can he do when the other person here is Praris?

Draco couldn't bring himself to kill Dumbledore. Even after his father was released from prison, things didn't get better; their family was still looked down upon by the other Death Eaters.

Voldemort killed indiscriminately, and those who followed the wrong leader could die a hasty death at any time, just like Professor Bubbaggy and those Death Eaters who made mistakes.

Now, Dumbledore is dead too.

Anyone who opposes Voldemort must die, even Dumbledore.