HP North Star's Radiance

Malfoy had a collection of odds and ends, some of which were about alchemy. Although he didn't actually study alchemy, he enjoyed collecting books related to it.

So many wizards and alchemists, whose names will be remembered by posterity, were madly craving the power of the Philosopher's Stone (also known as the Magic Stone) and yearning for immortality.

Praris once scoffed at this: "Aren't wizards living to be over a hundred years old enough?"

Now she understands that she is still too young, and being over a hundred years old is too far away for her, so she has no fear of death.

But the truth is, not every wizard can live to be a hundred years old; before that, there are countless possibilities that could lead to her death.

Prareus turned to the last page of the last book of dark magic, where a note from Professor Snape was tucked inside.

Praris raised an eyebrow.

Returning a book doesn't require a receipt, does it?

"Plares!" Daphne skipped in. "Why are you still reading?"

"What's making you so happy?" Praris asked in return, instead of answering her question.

"The Gryffindors asked Professor Binns about the Chamber of Secrets! It turns out there's a terrifying thing hidden inside, and only the heir can control it. When the time comes, the heir will release it and purge all those who don't deserve to stay here!" Daphne exclaimed excitedly.

Praris sighed inwardly.

She should have known that the only thing that could excite a pure-blood girl was that filthy creatures like them could be kicked out of Hogwarts.

Daphne suddenly turned to look at her: "Don't you think this is very inspiring?"

Praris clenched his fists beneath his sleeves, but his expression remained unchanged: "Oh, that's the heir's business, isn't it? The heir only needs to kill those filthy things, while I have much more to consider."

Prarese said listlessly, "For example, the professor made me read three books this thick and write a paper. I won't be happy again until I finish these tasks."

If she stays at Hogwarts any longer, her acting skills will definitely need to be greatly improved.

Daphne gasped; these three books were much thicker than their textbooks!

"Merlin, that's really not easy. I won't disturb you while you're writing your paper. I... I'm going to find Pansy!"

As Daphne spoke, she backed out of the dormitory.

Prarese didn't remove the book from her until she walked away.

Ah, actually, you don't need to write a paper. Who would write a paper to learn black magic?

However, she covered the book with a cover, so Daphne couldn't tell what kind of book it was, only how thick it was.

But Daphne ultimately disrupted her thoughts, making it impossible for her to concentrate on watching.

Go find Myrtle! Praris had previously decided to visit her often.

Praris carried the three books with her, intending to return them on her way.

She's already finished reading it, hasn't she?

Of course, the approval slip must be kept.

"Ron!"

Percy Weasley’s surprised voice rang out from not far away, and Prarese quickly hid against the wall.

"That's the girls' restroom!" Percy Weasley exclaimed, looking furious with his brother. "How could you...?"

Ron Weasley himself didn't seem to care, his tone making it sound as if he'd just strolled into the library, "Just looking around, looking for clues, you know..."

Percy Weasley was furious and yelled at them to leave immediately.

Ron Weasley was also furious, as if he felt wronged by his brother, and claimed that he had not touched a single hair on Mrs. Lorris's cat.

Percy Weasley certainly didn't think his brother was behind it, but what he said next made Prarese prick up his ears.

Percy Weasley said, "But she (Ginny) still thought you were going to be fired. I've never seen her so upset; she was in tears. You should think about her..."

Ron Weasley retorted, feeling his brother wasn't thinking about him and his sister at all. Percy Weasley, on the other hand, seemed more concerned about jeopardizing his own future.

The four Gryffindors finally left, and Praris almost burst out laughing.

There's nothing funnier than this: two Weasleys who would have been Gryffindors for eight lifetimes got into an argument, and one of them ended up deducting five points from Gryffindor.

If Gryffindor had more students like that, would Slytherin still have trouble winning the championship?

Praris pushed open the bathroom door and whispered, "Myrtle, it's me, Prais."

No one knows what the Gryffindors did, but Myrtle was wailing in the toilet, and it looked like the water was about to flood again.

"I don't know! I didn't notice anything! Why do you all have to ask these questions!" Myrtle was utterly exasperated.

Praris blinked; it seemed they had also come to ask Myrtle about what happened that day.

"Myrtle, I didn't come here to ask you any questions, I came to see you. Didn't you promise to be my friend? Don't you welcome me?"

After saying that, Praris covered her face and pretended to cry again.

She was also very eloquent when it came to coaxing Myrtle.

As long as you cry louder than Myrtle, Myrtle will come to comfort you.

"No, that's not what I meant," Myrtle said, flustered. "I didn't expect you to actually come to see me!"

"You don't believe me!" Praris wailed. "You don't believe in my friendship with you! Do you think my heart is made of lead? Do you think I won't keep our promises?"

“Oh,” Myrtle stopped crying, her voice softening, “Play, I never thought that, I’m just so sad.”

I'm sorry, my heart is made of lead.

Praris pretended to wipe his face: "That's good. I thought you didn't consider me a friend anymore."

After finishing, Praris began to selectively recount her recent activities: attending classes, reading books, and the rumors Daphne had told her about the secret room, and so on.

“You won’t be disgusted with me, will you? My life is so boring,” Priece said.

Myrtle clasped her hands to her chest: "Of course not. No student council member has ever shared her recent events with me. You're the first."

"You'll keep my secret, right? I've only told you these things."

These things are actually insignificant, but they make Myrtle feel Praris's trust in her.

"Of course, of course!" Myrtle was unusually happy and flew up to the ceiling in a flash.

Praris left the restroom with very mixed feelings.

If a relationship is entirely based on deception, can it still be considered a relationship?

She deceived Myrtle and the professor because she needed them. She also never revealed her past to Millison, Winnie, Mrs. Prie, or Ms. Sprout.

If they saw their complete and authentic selves, they would probably have run away long ago.

But her feelings were genuine; she sympathized with Myrtle and sincerely hoped she could be happy. Lacking a family, she sought maternal love from Ms. Priscilla and Ms. Sprout, and strict guidance from Professor Snape.

Is a white lie still a lie? Of course it is, but Praris had to say it to maintain her current happiness.

Praris was constantly aware of his own depravity.

But it's ridiculous for someone who's climbed out of the mire to talk about lofty ideals.

Prarese took the three books to Mrs. Pince's to return them.

Mrs. Pince knew her well; she often read books in the library, read a lot of books, and cherished them.

“Oh yes, Professor Snape did borrow these three books. Did he really ask you to return them?” Mrs. Pince said with some doubt.

Praretan smiled and said naturally, "Yes, the professor is very busy, you know, he's always very busy. And recently some things have happened..."

Mrs. Pince flipped through the books a few times and nodded. "He had a tough time. Very good, these books are well preserved. I would be much happier to give them to students and teachers like you. Those naughty children never take care of books."

Prarese successfully returned the book, leaving a borrowing slip. She thought it might come in handy later.

Prarese walked down the corridor, recalling what Percy Weasley had said.

His little sister Ginny always cries and worries about trivial things.

Why? Ginny Weasley.

If she was that scared, she shouldn't have come to the bathroom. She should have gone to her brother to make sure he was alright, or hidden away with one of her older brothers and cried her heart out.

But she ran into the corridor and hid very well. The moment Praris spotted her, she nimbly ran away, and with such explosive speed, she was not caught by Praris.

Milison has been avoiding this area lately, running back to his dorm after class to watch over Nina, fearing she might become the second victimized cat.

She sighed and shook her head.

More people suspect Potter or Malfoy as the heir than Ginny.

Yes, that's right. Gryffindor suspects Malfoy is the heir, while the other two houses suspect Potter. Slytherins would prefer Malfoy, but everyone knows it's impossible.

Just think about it, given Malfoy's personality, if he were truly the heir, he would definitely make a big fuss about it throughout the entire school, and then get rid of Potter, whom he hates the most, first.

Speak of Malfoy, and Malfoy arrives.

Before Praris even reached the door, Malfoy swaggered in with his two henchmen.

Crabbe said, "Prince! You have to come support Draco on Saturday, it's his first game!"

"I'll use her to support me?" Malfoy said, chin raised. "Come or don't come, I'm going to win anyway."

Praris found it somewhat amusing: "I have to go whether I want to or not. Pansy wants us all to go and support you, including Nina."

"I think you're going to support Marcus..."

Malfoy muttered something, but Praris didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Just you wait! I'll beat Potter until he cries!"

Malfoy suddenly shouted, startling Praris: "Fine, fine, you win, you win."

If you win, you win. Why shout so loudly? Who are you trying to scare? Potter isn't even here.

The investigation is stalled unless the heirs take action again.

In this situation, Prarese would rather the investigation never progressed, so that there would be no next victim.

More troublesome than the heir is Gilderoy Lockhart.

She couldn't go to Professor Snape's office forever. Since the matter of the heir had happened, Professor Snape was busier than ever and desperately needed an assistant.

Lockhart is not Quirrell; he wouldn't leave just because he heard Professor Snape wasn't there.

He was even happier to find Professor Snape gone, as if the professor had given him room, and began to give a lecture to Praris about his utterly meaningless ideas.

“Students as bright as you need the help of a good teacher even more.”