HP North Star's Radiance

Praris didn't see anything wrong with his emotional fluctuations at this moment, so he shook his head and rejected the option.

"Plares" added, "While teaching Leah."

Astoria, you silly child!

Prarese is playing the role of an enemy, yet she says silly things like "You won't hurt me" and "Next time." What teacher who teaches real combat wouldn't get angry?

Next!

The "Plares" in the mirror frowned, revealing a thoughtful expression. Of course, this was also the expression of the Plares outside the mirror.

Neither Praris nor "Praris" believed that they would change without reason.

If Draco was the only one who thought so, Prareus wouldn't care; he would only think that Draco was more impressed by the fierce look Draco had put on in class.

But Astoria was different; she had been preparing for Praris's "test" all this time and hadn't seen Praris for a week or two.

So, her belief that Prarese is different must be based on Prarese from two weeks ago.

Praris stared intently into the mirror, his gaze capturing details like a forensic pathologist examining an autopsy, his mind rapidly rummaging through his memories.

After a long silence, "Plares" said, "When I want to practice dark magic."

Ah, yes, black magic, that's true.

During this period, Praris experimented with some poison spells, such as Nervus Flagellant.

She asked the cafeteria house-elf for a turkey that was going to be dinner, as a practice subject, claiming it was for potion experiments.

The little elf generously granted her request, choosing for her the most lively rooster—roosters are usually worthless except for breeding, and they're also very noisy.

Turkeys are generally considered rather impolite, and male turkeys are even more so. It's no wonder this particular male turkey was chosen from among the flock; there's a very good reason for it.

As described in "Thirteen Evil Dark Arts of the Middle Ages," it causes every inch of the cursed person's skin to feel as if it has been violently whipped. This pain is not one-time; after the whipping sensation comes a burning, searing pain.

Before long, the rooster crowed mournfully, its muscles spasmed, it collapsed and convulsed, and it lost its ability to move.

According to the book, after the spell is applied, the person being cursed will be very sensitive, and there will still be residual stinging on the skin.

Because it does not directly affect the soul and spirit, its level is lower than the Cruciatus Curse and it is classified as a poisonous curse. Similar poisonous curses include the Skull-Shattering Curse, the Intestine-Rending Curse, and the Heart-Burning Curse, all of which are within Praris's grasp and he knows them like the back of his hand.

—When it comes to poisonous curses, she truly knows them all!

Using a turkey as a practice subject is actually not very convenient, because it cannot directly express one's feelings after experiencing black magic.

Fortunately, Praris was skilled in Legilimency and perfectly solved the problem. By reading the emotions of the turkey during its experience, she gained a more intuitive understanding of the effects of using these curses.

Afterwards, Prareus returned the nearly dead turkey to the house-elf, saying that the poison in its body had been removed and it was now a weak, non-poisonous turkey.

The house-elf never expected the turkey to come back, and happily turned it into a roast turkey.

Chapter 232 Parent Meeting

That evening, the turkey was placed on the next table. The Hufflepuffs, completely unaware of the danger, happily enjoyed this "experimental chicken."

Fortunately, aside from the students punished by the Carol siblings, not a single Hufflepuff was taken to the school infirmary that night. Praris could tentatively conclude that turkeys subjected to dark magic indeed posed no food safety issues.

What if a food safety issue does arise? Don't worry, Mrs. Pomfrey will handle it.

The reason why black magic, which is considered taboo, has remained so alluring to wizards throughout the long history of wizarding is because it has always brought powerful abilities.

Due to this change in mindset, Praris learned black magic effortlessly, gradually creating a positive cycle: the better he learned, the more willing he was to learn; the better he learned, the more willing he was to spend time learning. This directly resulted in a chicken or sheep suffering again every day before it died.

Praris accepted this smooth outcome as a matter of course. It would be rare for her to experience any difficulty, let alone anything immodest.

Based on her current mastery of dark magic, if she were to encounter four Death Eaters again like last time, she wouldn't need to use any complicated techniques to inflict heavy losses on them.

This feeling of becoming stronger is very clear: you've mastered the spell. You know it will definitely cause immense damage and instill fear in others. This is absolute power; you don't need to expend any extra effort to think or study any techniques.

In the past, Praris had learned many spells, but the experience of learning ordinary spells was very different from that of black magic.

When you are not yet familiar with a spell, you should pay attention to tone of voice, speaking speed, the speed at which you wave your wand, and how you understand the spell.

When a wizard creates a spell, it is often imbued with his own habits and emotions. The closer the spell is to the creator's original intention, the deeper the understanding of the spell and the more powerful its effect.

Take, for example, the Patronus Charm. It's easy to deduce that its creator likely encountered Dementors. On the verge of death, happy memories of the past became the wizard's power to ward off Dementors. Thus, the Patronus Charm was born—this is the result of research by Winnie and other spellcasters.

In reality, not everyone has memories that can be described as happy. The process of searching for happy memories is a process of self-examination. Unhappy people often struggle when learning Guardian Charms, and they can't help but doubt themselves, wondering why fate is so unfair.

Often, the most difficult times are when success is closest. As long as one can overcome self-pity, bravely climb out of the mire, and find the anchor of humanity and the power of love in the darkness of the past, the guardian spell learned by an unfortunate wizard is often more powerful than that of others.

But dark magic doesn't have this requirement. Leaving aside some ancient and complex dark magic spells, many highly destructive spells don't require much skill. Take the Cruciatus Curse, for example: as long as the wizard enjoys tormenting people, they can use the Cruciatus Curse effectively and possess terrifying power.

If one intends to study it, then Dark Magic is an extremely profound, complex, and ancient field, easily arousing the strong research interest of wizards. Dumbledore and Professor Snape both suspected that Quirrell might have been seduced by Voldemort for this very reason.

Prarese didn't think she'd fall for the same trick as Quirrell. There were precedents all there; why would she fall into a trap others had already fallen into?

Studying black magic... Praris thought about it carefully. Black magic itself requires strong emotions, and gaining power is an exciting thing in itself.

These four things all seem normal, logical, and beyond reproach. But they have one thing in common—they are all related to black magic.

In other words, her abnormal mood swings are all caused by learning dark magic? Then there's nothing wrong with that.

Praris convinced herself that she felt great and even planned to get another chicken to practice her magic, so that she could protect the people she cared about when the Order of the Phoenix clashed with the Death Eaters.

"Prince?"

As soon as Prarese stepped out of the common room, Crabbe and Gore stopped her.

This fat bastard, just as annoying as Amycus, raised an eyebrow, looking like he wanted to get punched, and said as if he were watching a good show, "Headmaster Snape wants you to go to the headmaster's office!"

“Oh,” Prares said sarcastically, “Judging from your expressions, I thought Professor Carol was going to give you an award, but it turns out Mr. Snape wants to see me!”

Crabbe has recently been making a name for himself in exposing the DA's underground activities. On one occasion, the DA even hid in Ms. Sprout's greenhouse, but they were still exposed.

If it weren't for Ms. Sprout's strenuous efforts to delay maintenance and use a row of bloodthirsty vines to hinder the Carlo siblings' movements, these students would have almost not been able to escape.

Crabbe knew Praris disliked him and even stole his thunder in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He had reason to suspect that this woman was standing up for Draco, feeling that she wasn't being as much of a sidekick and couldn't outshine her boyfriend.

“I meant well—” Crabbe said gleefully, “but Professor Snape didn’t sound happy at all.”

"Really?" Praris said with delight. "That's wonderful, Crabbe! I'm so happy for you, I never imagined you could pick up on the nuances in other people's tone!"

Crabbe was furious with this weird and sarcastic witch, but he didn't dare to really provoke her. After all, in the past, she would only make people's toes grow longer or give them some poison to punish them, but now she was using the Cruciatus Curse quite well!

Putting Crabbe aside for the moment, Pradera didn't know why Professor Snape wanted to see her. Perhaps—Dumbledore couldn't hold out any longer outside?

The feigned death and resurrection did not come without a price. Dumbledore, who had accumulated four negative buffs—cursed, limb regeneration, drinking Voldemort's mysterious potion, and resurrection—was a fool's dream to recover in a month!

Since Dumbledore's resurrection, Prader had hardly seen him use magic. At the time, she considered two possible reasons: one was that the old headmaster wanted to train her and make her do more hands-on work; the other was that he was without a wand and wanted to conceal the fact that he was still alive.

After leaving some potions behind and returning to Hogwarts, Prasris considered a third possibility. Dumbledore's physical condition was actually far worse than he appeared. He was avoiding medical attention, concealing some ailments, and unwilling to reveal his true health status to Prasris.

If that's the case, then all those potions Praris provided before probably still won't be enough.

It wasn't that Praris was easily deceived, but rather that Dumbledore always "wore a mask." In other words, this most powerful white wizard was shrouded in mystery.

Indeed, Prass knew that Dumbledore wore more than one mask, but she couldn't possibly spend all her time figuring out what was hidden under each mask when she was already incredibly busy.

Thinking of this third possibility, Praris, a half-doctor, was furious and prayed that the old bee would outlive Voldemort.

Prareas stood before the statue and reluctantly recited the command. She disliked the command entirely, but she understood Professor Snape's feelings.

Professor Snape never considered himself the headmaster; he always believed that it was Dumbledore's position and that he was merely acting in place.

"gentlemen?"

Praris walked into the office and found that it was almost unchanged from before.

Snape sat behind his desk, looking coldly at Pralis: "Miss, I think you probably have something to tell me?"

Praris felt a little confused; she realized this was the professor's attitude every time she made a mistake. He seemed angry and very disappointed. But the problem was, Praris couldn't figure out what she had done wrong!

“I was wrong,” Praris said without hesitation.

Although he didn't know what he had done wrong, Professor Snape was angry, so that meant he was wrong.

“Ah,” Snape said softly, “so—where did you go wrong?”

This is truly a death question!

Prareas, Prareas, what did you do wrong?

“Ahem, sir.” Praris racked his brains to find a fault, “I knew about DA’s plan all along, but I didn’t stop it.”

“Continue,” Snape said.

Praris tried to explain: "Uh... because I think that, given their level, the probability of success is as low as Longbottom's potion level, and they don't pose a threat."

“I think that might not be cautious enough. If you happen to be away from Hogwarts, it could cause a lot of trouble.”

"That's all?"

Professor Snape seemed less than pleased with her self-criticism.

“There’s more!” Praris said immediately.

Think quickly with a sharp mind, and speak quickly with a sharp tongue!

“I guessed Amicus Caro would have his students use the Crucifixion on real people, but I expected him to ask the Department of Magical Law Enforcement for another wizard from a Muggle family,” Praris said, somewhat annoyed. “I didn’t expect him to want his students to practice on each other.”

“Miss, I think I’ve understood you correctly.” Snape narrowed his eyes. “You think the former is lighter than the latter, is that right?”

Praris nodded: "Beginners to the Unforgivable Curse have a hard time unleashing its power. Based on my observations in the class before last, most Hogwarts students do not have the mindset of a dark wizard, and many still cannot cast the Cruciatus Curse."

Perhaps Amicus was too impatient, or perhaps Praris had given him too high expectations.

In the class where small animals and insects were the subjects of the experiment, most people didn't actually unleash the Cruciatus Curse, let alone attack their classmates.

"You think Crabbe, who learned dark magic from his father, won't go easy on Mr. Finnigan," Snape said sarcastically. "So, thinking you can control dark magic, you chose to personally deal with Longbottom and end the class early."

“That’s right,” Praretan readily admitted. “They need more time, otherwise they simply won’t be able to withstand the pain of the Crucifixion.”

clap clap clap!

Snape, sitting behind his desk, clapped his hands and drawled, “What a brilliant plan—Miss Prairie! Who else has such mastery of magic as you? Even Winnie Brown would be ashamed of herself!”

Praris didn't hear any praise in this; it was 99% sarcastic, with the remaining part being error.

“Then tell me, with that much of your pride and joy in your control, Miss Praris,” Snape demanded of Praris, “do you take animals from house-elves every day to provide them with end-of-life care?”

Prareas had expected Professor Snape to find out about it, but he hadn't expected it to happen so quickly, and he certainly hadn't expected Snape to be angry about it.

"So, you called me to the headmaster's office because I'm practicing dark magic, is that right?" Praris asked, somewhat surprised. "Indeed, I am practicing dark magic, but that's not a big deal, is it?"

“Back in third grade, you allowed me to borrow books on dark magic, and even gave me books on the subject,” Praris said logically. “You yourself are also knowledgeable about dark magic, and you know that studying dark magic doesn’t mean I will do anything about it.”