HP North Star's Radiance

Praris walked down the long corridor on the fourth floor of Hogwarts. Strangely, the corridor was wet, as if Myrtle had her eye on the fourth-floor washroom.

Ahhh—

Filch clutched his aching back, gasped, and his face contorted. In his hands were a wrench and a section of pipe that looked different color.

“Damn student…” Filch muttered angrily, making it seem like he had phlegm stuck in his throat.

This kind of scene is very common: the DAs start fires and cause destruction everywhere, the Carol siblings arrest people everywhere, and Filch repairs everything.

They were about to attend another class, Amicus Caro's Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Frog has recovered, but Amicus's lesson will definitely not stop at having students harm a tiny silver arrow frog or salamander.

Praris became even more certain of this from Amicus's malicious gaze.

“Today is a practical lesson.” Amicus lowered his voice, which sounded like the hiss of some kind of snake. “I want you to be divided into pairs, one-to-one.”

Honestly, aside from the first lesson, did Amycus ever have even one theory lesson?

Prareas didn't hesitate to pull Pansy into a team with her. Most of the others also teamed up with students from the same college or close friends.

"No, no, no, no!" Amicus drawled, shaking his head. "What's the point of teaming up with people you know? I want you to team up with students from other colleges!"

"Slytherin and Gryffindor are paired together, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are paired together. The rest are then paired with the remaining members of the other houses."

Pansy flicked Praris's hand, her eyes trembling as she looked at her: "I..."

“See that girl wearing a headband like Milison?” Praris whispered. “Her name is Lavender Brown, and her magical abilities are rather average.”

Lavender and Parvati were pressed tightly together, looking just as tense as Pansy.

They looked to their left and saw a big guy like Crabbe; they looked to their right and saw a guy like Draco who had used Oolong to get out of the cave in his second year.

Just as the two Gryffindor girls were discussing, Prarese pulled Pansy to stand in front of them.

Lavender nearly collapsed.

What? I'm fighting Praris? Really?

Lavender and Parvati simultaneously recalled that in the previous class, Praris coldly cast the Cruciatus Curse on the little frog in front of him, without his hand holding the wand even trembling.

“Pavati…” Ravander stammered, “What should we do?”

Lavender turned around and found that Parvati had disappeared, and standing next to her was now Nawi.

Neville whispered to Lavender, "Can I do it for Prince, and you do it for Parkinson?"

Lavender screamed inwardly, "Pavati, where have you been! Why didn't you take me with you!"

Chapter 227 Heart-Piercing Bone-Cutting

Lavender took a deep breath, trying to reassure himself that at least Neville had taken on Prince, the big bad guy, and his opponent was Parkinson.

"Hmm!" Lavender replied heavily, holding his breath, though he was actually terribly flustered inside.

Honestly, although she is also a member of DA and joined in fifth grade, she doesn't have much real-world experience.

But... Lavender thought, isn't this a great opportunity for real combat?

She joined Dumbledore's Army to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts; if she only knew how to hide when faced with trouble, she would be going against her original intention of joining DA.

Lavender looked at his opponent and saw that Parkinson, like Neville, was looking at Prince. Prince himself, however, was looking at Amicus Caro.

Praris blinked, lost in thought. Amicus's arrangement aligned with her premonition; perhaps replacing the opponent with Neville was actually a good choice.

What about Amicus, who was being watched by Praris? His gaze was intensely fervent, as if he were caught in an imagined climax of violence.

He tried to portray a professor with a smile, but he couldn't conjure up a kind and approachable expression. The fake smile only caused his facial muscles to twitch uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, and he to emit an unpleasant, gasping laugh.

“Very good! Very good!” Amicus exclaimed. “Do you remember what we did in the last lesson?”

Another period of complete silence ensued.

"Hmm, what? Nobody wants to answer my question?" Amicus wore an exaggerated expression of disappointment. "McMillan, did a week of confinement teach you anything? Tell me—what was our lesson last time!"

What could Ernie say? His original week of confinement had already been super-extended because of his theft of the Gryffindor sword with Ginny and the others.

Ernie has suffered a lot over the past week.

Zachary once patted Ernie on the shoulder and said, "Dude, your confinement is going to last until graduation! I know you don't like them, but rebellion doesn't have to take this form, don't you think?"

"Sometimes, it's even more satisfying to make things difficult for them in private, since they still can't catch them."

Thinking of this, Ernie swallowed all the bitterness he had suffered and reluctantly said, "Practice the Crucifixion."

Ernie's reluctance gave Amycus pleasure; this was exactly the feeling he craved—the reluctance that he had to accept.

“That’s right!” Amicus chuckled. “But in battle, are you facing insects, spiders, salamanders, lizards, and frogs? — Is that it!”

"No no no no!"

Amykus excitedly rushed from the open space in front of the crowd into the middle of the students, startling everyone, who retreated like gazelles on the African savanna encountering a cheetah.

He pointed his cylindrical hand at Neville: "The enemy you face is you!"

Then he pointed at Crabbe: "It's you!"

"And you, you, you—everyone around you could be your enemy!" Amicus's fingers jabbed around wildly, as if he were inspecting a large army. "Therefore, I want you to treat each other as opponents and practice dark magic—defense magic. That is, the Cruciatus Curse we learned before!"

Neville quickly turned to look at Praris, whose expression was calm, as if he had expected this. Crabbe, on the other hand, who was pointed at, seemed very excited.

Upon hearing Amicus's words, the students immediately erupted into a cacophony of noise, like water poured into a frying pan.

"what?"

"This can't be real, can it?"

"Ah? I...I...I wouldn't dare!"

……

"Quiet!" Amicus said grimly. "Anyone who speaks again will be the first to demonstrate!"

The classroom fell silent.

Amicus said disappointedly, "Isn't anyone willing to be the first to try? Cowards! Cowards like leeches! You've lost the qualities of a true wizard! Your bloodline is a disgrace to you!"

"If the wizarding world is to be handed over to useless people like you, what hope is there for the future of us wizards!" he said with exasperation. "It's because of your appearance that our power has been stolen by the Mudbloods and our bloodline has been tainted!"

Amicus clutched his chest, looking heartbroken. But the next second, his sorrowful expression vanished, and his bloodshot eyes swept over the students: "In that case, I'll have to take attendance!"

“Crawb, you seem very excited—” Amicus drawled, “Let me see your training partner, ah—Mr. Simon Finigan.”

Simo's face was grim. He had no doubt about Crabbe's enjoyment of torturing others, but he had no choice.

As a gentlemanly British boy, he couldn't possibly leave such an evil guy like Crabbe to Parvati and the others, could he?

In Slytherin, the most difficult to deal with are the notoriously powerful Prares and villains like Crabbe.

Neville has taken on the task of dealing with Prince, while Parvati will deal with Malfoy—dealing with that coward is easier than dealing with his girlfriend.

Amicus wore an expression of anticipation, ready to watch the show: "Indeed, it seems Mr. Fenegan is prepared as well—"

Seamus gripped his wand, his forehead beaded with sweat from nervousness.

Merlin, he certainly won't use the Cruciatus Curse, but if he doesn't, it'll be Crabbe's turn to strike. If he resists with another spell, who knows what that damned Death Eater will do!

“Professor Carlo!” Praris suddenly interrupted him, “Didn’t I do better than Crabbe in the last class?”

"Oh?" Amicus's expression brightened. "You mean?"

Prarese felt countless eyes on her, but she didn't seem to care. Chin held high, she said, "Why shouldn't Mr. Longbottom and I be the first to practice?"

Crabbe was just excited, but Prince actually offered to use the Cruciatus Curse on Neville. Is that something a student would say?

Prarese turned to Neville and said calmly, "Do you have any objections, Mr. Longbottom?"

Neville gripped his wand tightly: "No, I also look forward to seeing your strength."

Amycus's cloudy eyes glanced at Snape's beloved disciple, a worthy successor, and then at the son of the Longbottoms, who had been tormented by Bella.

Great!Great!

Amicus applauded inwardly; this was exactly the scene he wanted!

This girl could take on four Death Eaters by herself, including his sister. But when she turned her wand on the son of a member of the Order of the Phoenix, the DA who was causing them trouble, Amycus felt something different.

“Very well!” Amicus said meaningfully, “Let me see your performance.”

The students all retreated, the Gryffindors looked like they wanted to devour Prareas whole, while Pansy held onto Prareas's arm and refused to back down.

Pansy said in a panic, "Why did you have to go first? He didn't even pick you!"

"Are you worried about me?" Praris asked gently, head bowed. "I've never lost a fight before!"

“Mirison will be worried,” Pansy blurted out. “And Draco, and Daphne, and Nina, and Frog…”

Praris was somewhat amused.

Even Nina and Frog came out. Is this silly girl serious? Nina is one thing, but Frog is a bit silly now. He jumps around in the dorm and still bumps into the bed leg.

Does it really know what worry is? Or is it worried about an evil witch who cast the Cruciatus Curse on it?

Praris pushed Pansy back and whispered, "It's not a big problem, wait for me."

After saying that, she walked slowly to the open space in the middle and stood opposite Navee.

Neville wasn't sure if he could handle Prince. Hermione acknowledged Prince's strength, and Ginny mentioned that Prince had beaten up Harry—albeit by sneak attack.

"What are you standing there for?" Amicus said leisurely. "Let's begin!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Neville struck Praris, knocking him unconscious and gaining the upper hand.

Stun is a type of stun spell with strong offensive capabilities. A series of stun spells can cause significant damage, but it requires the wizard to aim precisely at the opponent.

The best spell to counter the Stunning Curse is the Armored Curse. But Praris believes there's an even better way—simply dodge it.

She quickly stepped to the left and sidestepped, dodging the stun spell and letting it smash against the wall.

Praris was very agile, so Nawi decided to prevent her from being agile. He quickly followed up with a spell: "Petrify them all!"

The Petrify Charm, also known as the Petrify Curse, was used on Neville in his first year of high school by Hermione, leaving a deep impression on me.

At this moment, Praris used the Armor Charm instead: "Protect Your Body!"

Praris's magic is very powerful; the barrier she creates can not only dispel an opponent's spells but also cause a certain degree of rebound.