HP North Star's Radiance

A Scottish wildcat, gleaming with a moonlit silvery-white light, leaped powerfully into the air, its sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

Honestly, when Praris first started learning the Patronus Charm, she could only vaguely make out that it was a cat, but she never expected it to be a fierce Scottish wildcat—she had always thought she had a very good personality!

Prareus turned to Professor Snape and said in a barely audible voice, "Sir, I'm sorry."

In the field of magical history, not everyone believes that the legendary figures of the three brothers actually existed.

Some scholars believe that the three brothers represent three choices a person can make. The eldest brother represents radicalism, the second brother represents retreat, and the youngest brother represents the cautious conservative in the middle.

If a person is tempted by powerful external forces and becomes arrogant, they will become the eldest brother who is killed by those forces. If a person is too cowardly and seduced by the illusion of immortality, they will become the second brother who succumbs to death.

This scholar believes that the power of wizards is inherently dangerous, and young wizards can be killed by their own power at any time. The process of a wizard's growth is a process of struggling against their own power.

Therefore, all wizards must, like the youngest of the three brothers, always be vigilant and cautious in dealing with the power they possess. It is a double-edged sword; it can protect a person, or it can kill them.

This scholar's research was riddled with flaws and was completely rejected by the magical history community, to the point that he was unable to leave his mark on magical history.

Over the past few centuries, countless wizards and the three brothers have claimed kinship with them, asserting their pure bloodline and vehemently criticizing the scholar's wild claims.

Praris, of course, did not believe the research, but she acknowledged one point in it—that the process of a wizard's growth is a process of struggling against his own power.

She had experienced the trouble caused by losing control of her power during her time in the monastery. But that was a long, long time ago; her strength gave her enough confidence to almost forget the trouble she had suffered.

It was Professor Snape who brought her to the wizarding world and gave her the opportunity to control her own powers. Now, it is Professor Snape who has brought her back to her senses, preventing her from being seduced by powerful forces.

“Sorry?” Snape sneered. “Miss, I don’t think you need to apologize to me. If you fall because of this, the only one you’ll regret is yourself.”

“You should be glad that if you had continued down this path, you would no longer be my student,” Snape said coldly. “You would be an enemy that I need to be wary of and deal with. All the choices are in your own hands. I am not responsible for your life, and naturally, I do not need any apologies.”

Snape wouldn't comfort Prairie; he wasn't born with the kind of tender and caring nature that Purnell and Winnie possessed.

He was always astute and sharp, like a dagger slicing through Praris's veil of self-deception to reveal the real crisis behind it, pushing her to face and solve it herself.

Snape instructed Prass to examine her heart three times a day through her Patronus until Christmas.

Prarese, having received her "assignment," thought she could almost leave. But Snape suddenly spoke up, saying, "Your patient requests to see you at Christmas."

"Hmm?" Praris was somewhat surprised, but not much. "Where do we go to see him?"

Snape's face was grim as he read the words aloud in a dry, unnatural voice:

"Do you see the unicorn in the backyard?"

No, I only see a grumpy old goat.

Praris paused for a moment, then almost burst out laughing.

Only Dumbledore could make Professor Snape reluctantly complete this task that was against his nature.

"Okay, I'll keep my appointment." Praris suppressed a laugh and walked out, his legs trembling as he went. "Sir, I'll be going now—cough cough—!"

She dared not turn around, for fear of meeting Professor Snape's murderous gaze.

Dumbledore's words are actually quite easy to understand.

In the newspaper, Rita Skeeter described Aberforth as Dumbledore's "a brother who liked to play tricks on goats." This referred to Aberforth's past conviction by Wizengamor for abusing magic on goats.

As Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth is quite old. So, the "old goat" probably refers to Aberforth.

Praris could tell that Aberforth was actually a terrible person. But after Praris recounted how he hadn't been able to get to Hogsmeade for six years, a subtle sympathy and nostalgia appeared on his face, and his attitude softened considerably.

Perhaps Rita Skeeter's revelations about the Dumbledore family in the newspapers weren't entirely fabricated—but so what? Hasn't the Prader family had its share of problems? And whose family is truly without fault?

As we walked down from the eighth floor, around the second floor, Myrtle suddenly appeared again. She pouted reluctantly and said, "Barron said the hot-tempered bad girl wants me to find you."

Prarese raised an eyebrow. Why was it Baron who said it? If they wanted Myrtle to pass on a message, couldn't Ginny just go to the women's restroom and find her?

As usual, Myrtle was at the door, and she said in a mournful, drawn-out voice, "Plares is a bad girl too!"

“It can’t get any worse!” Praris said with a laugh. “I’m not planning on spending Christmas at Hogwarts.”

Myrtle was deeply shocked and felt betrayed: "Oh! I should have known! How could anyone want to spend Christmas with someone like me? Nobody truly wants to be with Myrtle—"

Seeing Myrtle open her mouth to burst into tears, Praris quickly interrupted the spellcasting: "I'm planning to leave the school and go for a walk. What gift do you want?"

“Oh, a gift—” Myrtle paused for a second after being abruptly interrupted, her voice suddenly becoming sharp and excited, “Praris, good Praris, I want a bottle of soap that can produce the most beautiful bubbles to decorate my bathroom and have a wonderful and romantic date with Baron!”

After saying that, she chuckled to herself, seemingly lost in thought about something strange.

“How do I know if it’s soap with the most beautiful bubbles?” “That’s too broad a standard,” Praris pressed. “Be more specific.”

“Otherwise—” Myrtle suddenly said, “I want you to give Baron the sharpest dagger, so he can die in this washroom too, and then we can be together forever—”

"The soap liquid with the most beautiful bubbles, right?" Praris interrupted her again. "Absolutely no problem. Have a romantic date! And watch less Little Mermaid in the future, even if you spend all your time in the sewers."

Myrtle cupped her face in her hands, lost in her reverie, completely ignoring Praris's warning to "watch less of The Little Mermaid."

Upon entering the washroom, I saw that the person who came was indeed Ginny.

“That’s because Barron has joined us,” Ginny said proudly. “We are uniting more students who are determined to rebel against the Carol siblings.”

"Do you think this is a good thing?" Praris tried to make his tone sound less accusatory. "Baron's magic level is average, he doesn't have the ability to fight, and being a healer is his ideal and the place where he can use his abilities. You shouldn't drag him into this."

Ginny originally wanted to thank Prarese and ask about methods for strengthening willpower, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Prarese began to dismiss her.

“Then you’re very wrong, Praris!” Ginny glared at Praris, turning her head away from her. “Baron himself joined us, and he’s also unhappy with the rule of those Death Eaters!”

“You only know Barron, but that doesn’t mean you understand him!” Ginny said succinctly. “The Caro siblings tortured their students in every way, and Mrs. Pomfrey and he were the ones who felt their suffering most directly.”

"Do you really think Baron will remain unmoved after seeing so many injured students? Even if his role is limited, he can still be one of us. We don't necessarily need to be strong to fight against those Death Eater-ruled students!"

Prarese didn't really know Baron. In her eyes, Baron was just Myrtle's boyfriend, an ambitious and generous junior.

Indeed, Baron would not refuse Praris's every request for help, and would naturally be willing to help DA, even becoming a part of them.

“I understand.” Praris nodded calmly. “If this is his choice.”

Ginny Weasley seems to have grown a lot, perhaps because she has honed her abilities as one of the leaders of the new DA.

Ginny pursed her lips, looking at Praris hesitantly before finally speaking, "Thank you. Neville recovered quite quickly. We had him stay in the school infirmary for two more days, and Barron covered for us."

“No need,” Praris said, looking at Ginny with a penetrating gaze. “This was my own choice, but I don’t believe you came to see me just for that reason, do you?”

Ginny nodded: "We need to toughen everyone up, but we don't know how. Neville's idea is that we can deal with the Boggarts and confront our inner fears. Harry even turned a Boggart into a Dementor and had us train our Patronus Charm, and Luna thinks that would be useful too."

“It’s pretty good,” Praris said. “So, you think it’s not enough, is that right?”

“Yes,” Ginny said thoughtfully. “Many students have already overcome the Boggart hurdle; it doesn’t seem difficult enough. We don’t have enough mastery of the Patronus Charm to teach others as easily as Harry. Besides, I think the Dementor that the Boggart transforms into is too different from a real Dementor.”

What's fake is fake, it can't become real. But it's also impossible to actually let students confront Dementors directly.

“And—” Ginny said bitterly, “Crabbe and Gore, those two setters, have been watching us closely and tipping off the Caro siblings, so we haven’t had enough time to practice together.”

Praris lowered his eyelids and said in a steady voice, "I understand what you mean. You want an effective training method, or a more everyday one, right?"

Ginny nodded, her expression unchanged, but inwardly she was amazed. All that talk she'd given, Praris could sum up in just two words.

“There is a way to fulfill your first request, but you can’t do it,” Praris said with a smile. “It’s called Occlumency, you may have heard of it from Harry. It’s difficult for most wizards, even Harry didn’t fully master it when he graduated from my school.”

“Ah—” Ginny drawled out.

“Secondly, practicing the Patronus Charm repeatedly is effective,” Praris continued. “But you can also try practicing wandless magic, starting with the simplest Levitation Charm. It is free from the guidance of a wand, relying solely on a steady will, focused concentration, and precise control over the spell. The process of practicing it is the process of training your own willpower.”

Chapter 235 The Turbulent Times in the Washroom

Wizards under the age of 11 do not have their own wands, so the magic they cast is wandless. Most of this magic is used unintentionally and passively—as was the case with young Praris.

In the magical world, it is generally believed that only powerful and highly skilled wizards can consistently master complex wandless magic. Among these spells, Transfiguration is extremely difficult to cast successfully without a wand.

However, this doesn't mean that ordinary wizards can't practice using wandless magic. While felling a large oak tree is challenging with wandless magic, one can still improve through long-term practice, depending on their talent.

In this long-term process of perseverance and continuous self-challenge, one's willpower can be fully strengthened.

After listening to Prarese's explanation, Ginny nodded as if she understood but not quite.

“There’s another method, which may not be suitable for all DA members, and that is—making potions.” Praris, unsurprisingly, saw Ginny’s speechless expression. She said seriously, “Potion making is a discipline with precise science and strict processes. It requires patience, care, and concentration. Any distraction or impatience can lead to failure. Therefore, the process of making potions is also a process of training willpower.”

“Tsk, I don’t understand.” Ginny tilted her head. “We’ve been taking Potions class all the time, but I don’t feel like it’s helped me at all. You know, it’s either you know it or you don’t. If you don’t know, you ask, and if you do it the right way, you can make it—it’s that simple.”

This is indeed the case for most Hogwarts students; for example, Ron would peek out to see how Hermione was doing something when he wasn't doing it well.

"That's because you haven't thought about it, and you haven't consciously practiced your potion-making skills." Hearing Ginny's words, Prarese could completely understand Professor Snape's occasional impatience during class. "If you make a mistake, even if you copy someone else's answer, you have to think about why you did it that way."

"Furthermore, some other students are talented. But they don't challenge themselves with higher levels, levels that require standing on tiptoe to reach. They stay in their comfort zone, so how can they get any training?"

"Trust me—try, experience failure, and then overcome it."

Take Praris as an example. In the process of developing a new potion, she spent a long time, experienced countless failures, and had countless moments of self-doubt.

It's like rowing a boat in the Pacific Ocean. As far as the eye can see, there's an endless expanse of water. You don't know if you're rowing towards the mainland or into the deeper sea, and you don't know if the path you've chosen is right or wrong.

She was relatively ignorant when researching cheap wolfsbane medicine. By the time she realized what she had done, Praris couldn't help but ask herself—how dare you? To challenge Damocles's masterpiece!

Later, whenever she researched new potions, Praris would often ask herself similar questions after each failure. Especially during her attempt to defeat the "Half-Blood Prince," she felt increasingly uncertain about her ability to overcome this unknown opponent.

Professor Snape taught Prass for so long, yet even with ample preparation, she still couldn't defeat a Hogwarts student who hadn't received any instruction and had simply jotted down notes in her textbook.

Praris couldn't help but ask himself: Have I lived up to Professor Snape's teachings? Am I really gifted in potions? Is it really possible for me to defeat that unknown Hogwarts student?

There are no answers. Prarese will never find the final answer until she truly achieves victory or admits her powerlessness. She can only keep going, fighting against frustration and her own inner urge to give up.

Ginny opened her eyes wide with curiosity: "You also experience failures in potions?"

“No one is immune to failure, including me,” Prare said frankly. “The important thing is to overcome it.”

Ginny was starting to admire Prader. In the past, she had rarely had direct contact with him, and her impression of Prader tended to be that of a rigid, self-centered, and arrogant Slytherin genius who always seemed to have everything under control, which made her quite uncomfortable.

But after getting to know her better, Ginny realized that Pradera was different from what she had imagined; she was a witch with a story to tell. To be able to say such things, Pradera must have experienced hardships that, while perhaps not as perilous as those faced by Harry and his friends, were certainly no less numerous.

"I--"

Just as Ginny was about to say something, she heard Myrtle scream outside: "Pervert—!"

Praris immediately turned to Ginny and cast a Disillusionment Charm, saying in a very fast voice, "Crouch under the sink and don't move!"

After saying that, Praris took three quick steps into a toilet stall next to her and closed the door behind her. She looked up and, as expected, saw a small bunch of withered mistletoe hanging above the stall.

The noise outside the cubicle was ignored by Praris, who let the mistletoe fly into his hand and turn into a half-dead silver arrow frog.

Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump!

Alector Caro's voice rang out as she shouted, "Which student is inside! Open the door!"

Ginny, crouching under the sink, covered her mouth and nervously looked toward the toilet stall where Praris was.

crunch--