HP North Star's Radiance

Instead of wasting time on this, you should find something for Potter to do!

Yes, Porter.

Malfoy instantly felt much better; the emotions he had just experienced were so unfamiliar that he couldn't quite adjust to them for a moment.

He instinctively avoided tracing the source of this emotion, turning back to his familiar territory: the irritating Saint Potter.

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Halloween is here.

Praris remembered last Halloween when Quirrell, the onion-headed teacher, brought a giant monster in, and Millie and Malfoy, finding themselves missing, asked Marcus to come and find her.

Prarese never expected that the seemingly timid Professor Quirrell would dare to steal Dumbledore's things; perhaps some people are just not what they seem.

In any case, this year's Halloween looked extremely peaceful.

Praris didn't dare go to the kitchen to order food again, and instead ate with the rest of the group.

Now, even if a giant attacks, she won't have to drag the prefect out of danger to search for her.

This year, there's a new dish: a skull-shaped tomato meat sauce pizza. The skull is carved out of white mushrooms, with the teeth shaped by shaving off the mushroom stems.

In short, the appearance is very similar, but it is too innovative. Fortunately, Slytherin did not have any ancestors who were Italian students.

“Actually, it was quite delicious,” Daphne said. “I wasn’t talking about your pizza, I was talking about the pumpkin pudding.”

After learning that Daphne was an extreme pureblood believer, Praris's feelings towards her were complicated. She could only accept that Daphne would at most be an ordinary classmate from now on.

“Actually, pizza is pretty good too,” Praris replied dismissively.

Nothing happened until the end of the banquet, but Malfoy kept looking at her with a strange expression.

Praris nudged Pansy: "He looks at me like I'm some kind of magical creature. What did I do to offend him?"

Pansy didn't know why either: "You haven't seen Draco much lately, have you? He's been training a lot, and I haven't seen him much either."

“Okay. Don’t you think tonight is weird?” Praris changed the subject.

Pansy said, "What's strange?"

“Nothing happened tonight,” Prarese said.

“We can’t have another giant this year, can we? You’d better stick close to us, hahaha,” Pansy couldn’t help but laugh.

A good way for girls to get closer is to share secrets. Ever since Pansy confessed her feelings for Draco to Praliss, she has been much nicer to Praliss.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, the teachers announced the end of the banquet, and Praris followed the group out.

“I think it might be because I ate too much pasta; I’m a little sleepy,” Praris said, yawning.

Just as Pansy was about to say something, everyone around her suddenly fell silent.

Praris saw a cat hanging on a torch stand in the corridor. It looked stiff, with bulging, wide-open eyes staring ahead.

Praris seemed to hear Malfoy say something, but she didn't pay attention and quickly tiptoed to look for Milison in the crowd.

Milison stood in the middle of the Slytherin crowd, his face pale and his whole body trembling like a sieve.

Praris pushed through the crowd and grabbed her arm tightly, but she was still trembling and her teeth were chattering.

Praris shook her: "Millie, that's not Nina, that's Mrs. Lorris!"

“Play!” she cried, grabbing Prareas’s hand in despair. “We have to go back!”

Praris nodded without hesitation.

They abandoned the students still on the scene and ran straight to the Slytherin common room.

"Power!"

The door opened quickly, and they saw Nina curled up on a small cushion in front of the fireplace, sleeping soundly.

Upon seeing Nina, Milison immediately collapsed weakly to the ground, leaning limply against Praris.

After a while, she hugged Praris's legs and cried.

Prarese had always known that Millison's family relationships weren't good. Nina was the only "family" she had chosen herself, and she loved Nina like a daughter.

Praris patted her on the back: "It's alright, Nina is fine, she ate even more cleanly than you for dinner."

Milison carried Nina into their dormitory, with Praris following behind.

Millison suddenly said, "You know what? I'm jealous of you."

"sorry?"

“Why are you apologizing to me? Shouldn’t I be apologizing for being jealous of you?” Millison said to her with her back to him.

"That's alright?"

"The reason I became friends with you is not pure."

"It's okay."

"I inexplicably and unreasonably lost my temper with you."

"It's okay."

"I used to hate you."

"It's really okay."

“Do you really consider me a friend? Why can you tolerate so many of my questions!” Milison’s voice was filled with despair.

Praris looked somewhat bewildered: "To be honest, you were my first friend. Even after you, the people I met later didn't become my friends with me purely out of liking."

"Some people have said they envy me, some people became my friends because I am useful, and some people befriended me because they think I will be very successful in the future, even though I myself do not know what kind of person I will become in the future."

"But if you ask me again, in the auditorium, I will still answer your question and I will still accept you as my friend."

"Why?" Milison turned around, her face covered in tears.

Praris shook his head: "Maybe it's like Pansy's love. She liked Malfoy for no reason, and I consider you a friend for no reason either. Perhaps emotion is the enemy of reason. I don't understand these things. No matter how I analyze it, I don't understand why I made this decision, but I will still accept you as a friend."

She thought she would give up on Milison; she considered choosing to be herself over Milison.

But when she stood in front of Milison, her emotions still overcame her rational thinking, making her want to choose Milison again even if she had to do it all over again.

“If you need me to, I’ll try to express my analysis less in the future,” Prarese said in a low voice.

Milison wiped his face: "No. I didn't ask that! These past two months... it was my fault. I may not be able to tell you why, but just continue as before."

Is it because of your mother?

"You just said you wouldn't analyze it."

“I’m sorry,” Praris said somewhat awkwardly, “but you also said I can stay the same as before.”

“Praris!” Milison laughed in exasperation.

After a while, she sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I'm back."

“Welcome back,” Prarese said, opening her arms to hug her and whispering in her ear, “So you really idolize Lockhart?”

“I didn’t!” Milison immediately bristled.

Praris released his hands and nodded in agreement: "Very good, I think so too."

So when Pansy and Daphne returned, they saw Prarese brushing Nina's fur, while Millison was reading Prarese's poetry.

Pansy asked in surprise, "You two made up?"

Millison pursed his lips: "When did we ever have a bad relationship?"

"Whatever makes you happy," Pansy said indifferently, shrugging her shoulders.

Daphne asked excitedly, "Do you think the heir to Slytherin has really returned?"

"What heir?"

Praris and Milison looked at each other, both bewildered.

Daphne's face was filled with fervor: "Just now, when you two ran away—I know you two saw the cat—but Praris must have seen that sentence."

"Beware of those who oppose the heir!"

Milison frowned: "The heir? What do you mean?"

"Didn't you know? Legend has it that Slytherin left behind a secret chamber, which only the Heir can find and open. When the chamber is opened, the Heir will eliminate any wizards who are not qualified to remain in the school!"

Daphne's face was flushed with excitement as she spoke these words.

"It's obvious that those Mudbloods or mixed-race individuals will be eliminated!"

Chapter 29 The Mystery of the Heir

Mixed-race Praris: Huh?

Daphne recounted in detail what had just happened, including the appearance of the Potter trio at that location, the mysterious writing on the wall, and the murder of Mrs. Lorris of Filch.

"Why Filch?" Milison asked. "Is he at odds with the heir?"

Praris gathered the combed-out hair into a ball: "There are just too many people who hate Filch."

She could count the number of people around her on two hands, not to mention the others she could remember.

Daphne chimed in, "Why should the heir kill a cat? If I were the heir, I would follow Slytherin's wishes and kick all those people out."

"Perhaps the heir has just mastered his mysterious power and is practicing by killing a cat first."

Pansy spoke as if the heir had merely killed a mosquito, even though there was no essential difference between a mosquito and a cat.

Millison finally snapped: "You people! Can you please stop saying these things in front of Nina? She's still just a little kitten!"

Praris held the cat, her eyes lowered, and subconsciously began to analyze her situation.

Although she wasn't a wizard from a Muggle family, she was still half-blood. Only pure-bloods could be safe in this situation.

Fortunately, apart from herself, no one knew that she was of mixed race.

If there really is an heir, how does the other party determine whether someone is pure-blooded? If the parents are wizards but the ancestors include Muggles, does that count as mixed-race? Or is it enough if the parents are wizards?

According to the former, Harry Potter could be considered a mixed-race person; according to the latter, someone like Prader is a mixed-race person.

Also, why did the heir kill Filch's cat? Was it because Filch was a mixed-race or Mongoloid? Was this a warning? Or intimidation?