HP North Star's Radiance

If I had to put it in a way, Sylvia was like the Maria Monastery. The monastery sheltered Praris, but it also brought her much suffering in her life.

However, if the monastery were to catch fire and be on the verge of burning to the ground... Praris would find it hard not to care.

Snape said in a deep voice, "She's no longer Sylvia herself. Yaxley said that Sylvia had most of her soul sucked away by the Dementors, becoming half a walking corpse, retaining only some of her prophetic talents and abilities."

Snape had been trying his best to keep Prasri's whereabouts a secret. If Prasri hadn't seen Sylvia in her cloak with her own eyes, Snape would have preferred she never knew.

“Oh…” Praris responded softly, “I see.”

If a ship has all its internal components removed except for its exterior, is it still the same ship? This is a philosophical question, but Praris believes it is.

Praris walked out of the principal's office and met Amicus and Alecto, who were about to change shifts, on the fourth-floor staircase. He greeted them politely—after all, they were colleagues now.

As she walked, she thought about her research over the past few days, which happened to be closely related to the damage caused by Dementors.

Voldemort probably used Sylvia and the other Death Eaters who escaped from Azkaban as sources for her missions... If the war ends, perhaps Praris can heal Sylvia and let her live her own life.

Being sent to the monastery was tantamount to Praris dying once, repaying Silvia for giving him life.

If she could save Sylvia's sanity, it would be a way of repaying Sylvia for allowing her to meet Professor Snape, Ms. Priscilla, and Winnie, thus settling all scores.

Thinking this, Praris rubbed his eyes sleepily and staggered toward the Slytherin common room.

Chapter 274 The Priestess

Back in the Slytherin girls' dormitory, Pansy and Daphne were fast asleep, making soft breathing sounds.

Praris tiptoed into the dormitory, took off his robe, and changed into his pajamas.

While changing her clothes, Praris stared at her left arm in the darkness. She couldn't actually see anything, but she gazed at it for a long time.

When Praris learned that Ms. Priestess had been captured by the Death Eaters, Prarises wished countless times that he could have a chance to do something, even if it was something trivial or even futile!

It's better than... better than a long wait like crossing a vast ocean. Under the power of nature, an individual's will is like an ant trying to shake a tree; one can only wait helplessly, letting the ocean currents carry one wherever they may.

Until Ms. Priscilla was rescued, Praris was still unable to do anything and could only wait helplessly for news at Hogwarts.

When she learned that Winnie had forced her to return to the Death Eaters for Ms. Priscilla's sake, her heart was nearly shattered, and she hated her own powerlessness. All of this, she could only keep to herself, unable to tell anyone else.

Now... now... although this is not what Praris wanted, she longed for freedom and a peaceful life, but in the end she stood with her mentor and her family, weathering the storm together.

This time, Praris was no longer a family member anxiously waiting outside the ward for the doctor's resuscitation results, but an assistant standing on the operating table handing over instruments.

Daylight broke, and that painful night finally passed. It seemed no different from any other night, yet it left a permanent, indelible mark on Praris.

The next morning, Prareas sat at the long table in Slytherin, slowly eating his breakfast. An owl swooped in, dropping some packages and letters.

Pansy reached for a letter that had fallen between her and Praris, muttering, "Let me see whose it is—oh, Prais, it's Milison."

After saying that, Pansy casually stuffed the letter into her bag and continued eating her fried eggs and sausages. She had learned her lesson and was now extremely wary of Milison's letters.

Prareas blinked and whispered, "Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff... there are fewer people again."

“This sounds like a horror story,” Pansy said worriedly. “Didn’t the others come back?”

If you think Pansy is worried about the missing people, you're sorely mistaken. She's not worried about the other houses; she's only afraid the disappearances will spread to Slytherin.

“No,” Praris said confidently. “Don’t worry, no one from Slytherin will go missing.”

Pansy didn't ask why.

Since Prarese said so, there's nothing to worry about—that's what reputation is all about.

Prarese drew her conclusion because she found that the few people were all DA.

The school isn't that big, and Professor Snape never mentioned any task to get rid of the students, which means the students must still be alive. If Alecto and Amycus had detained the students for punishment, they wouldn't have all gone and never returned.

Considering Neville's absence since his punishment, Praris guessed that these students, like Neville, were hiding in the Room of Requirement!

"That's really going too far," Praris thought. "Does the Room of Requirement have food in there? Or maybe medicine? They can't really expect Barron to steal medicine from the school infirmary every day, can they?"

But this is understandable. The Carlo siblings are more vengeful than crows, and their methods of revenge are endless. If they can't take it anymore, it's better to hide away sooner rather than later. As for Praris... Praris can't care about that; she's barely able to protect herself!

Voldemort had barely told her the details of the mission when he immediately began emphasizing its urgency. Pralis couldn't possibly wait until Voldemort contacted her to report the stalled progress—what would she do then?!

Now, Professor Snape, the headmaster of Hogwarts, directly signed a borrowing slip for Prader. The slip boldly stated that Prader was permitted to borrow any book in the library, including those in the restricted section.

Mrs. Pince looked down at the note, then up at Praris, her eyes filled with suspicion, but she still put her in the restricted section.

For Prader, whether or not she came to the Forbidden Section was irrelevant, but she had to play her part convincingly. Given Voldemort's fear of death, he might not only question Snape, but would most likely inquire about the Carrow siblings' situation at Hogwarts.

Voldemort sent the Carol siblings and Professor Snape to take up their posts together, not only because the school was short of professors and needed them to educate the students, but also to supervise and check each other.

In the restricted section, some old, worn books emitted a faint green glow, attracting those who approached... but to no avail. The heartless Praris sat on the last step of the book ladder, eyes closed in deep thought, contemplating using the old method—delay.

With that in mind, she took out parchment and a quill pen, and let them scribble down the theoretical content as she pleased.

Praris himself, on the other hand, picked out a few books from the restricted section, such as "Powerful Potions," "Mind Potions," and "Atlas of High-Risk Animals," to make a show of his status.

When it was lunchtime, Prarese took the books out and went to Mrs. Pins to register and borrow them.

Mrs. Pince glanced at the pile of forbidden books in her hand, her eyelids twitched, and she immediately frowned and refused: "Absolutely not—did Headmaster Snape allow you to borrow so many forbidden books!"

“Of course.” Prarese waved the approval slip and said softly, “Professor Snape wrote on the slip that I can borrow any book.”

In Mrs. Pince’s eyes, “any book” meant “this one or that one can be borrowed”, not “this one and that one can be borrowed together”.

Mrs. Pince insisted, "Miss Prince, I've never seen a student read so many forbidden books in such a short time. This won't do you any good... Read them all before you borrow them!"

“I can read it all,” Praris insisted.

Mrs. Pince had long known that Prarese was no longer the well-behaved student she was in first grade. She had started reading forbidden books with a note in second grade, and now she was going against her!

“This is my library, and you have to follow my rules!” Mrs. Pince glared at Praris. “Prince, you can only take one book. Once you’ve taken it, get out!”

While the two women were arguing, Alecto, who routinely patrolled the library and caught students, noticed the situation.

"What's going on!" Alecto shrieked. "What's all this noise about in the library!"

Almost simultaneously, Prarese and Mrs. Pines had the same thought: Now you're the loudest (most vocal)!

Praris said slowly, “Professor Carlo, you’re on patrol? That must be hard work… You know, I have a strong interest in potion research, and Professor Snape gave me special permission to borrow books from the restricted section… I need some reference books, all of which are necessary, but Mrs. Pince won’t let me.”

“Professor Carlo!” Mrs. Pince retorted, “Miss Prince is still a student, and never—no student has ever been allowed to borrow so many books from the restricted section! This is against the rules!”

Alecto glanced at Mrs. Pins, then at Praris, his eyes darting around.

“There’s no such rule in the school regulations,” Prares added unhurriedly. “Professor Carlo! This was specially approved by Headmaster Snape for my research!”

"Alright!" Alex waved his hand impatiently. "Mrs. Pince, since Headmaster Snape has agreed, what else is there to say? Prince, take it!"

Mrs. Pince was extremely unhappy. It was one thing for Alecto Caro to come to her place all the time to arrest students, but now he was even interfering with her work!

Mrs. Pince was a nobody; she wasn't a professor, just a school janitor who could be replaced at any time... Thinking of this, she missed Dumbledore even more when he was still around, at least he would respect her work.

Prarese wrote her name and the books she borrowed in the register—a huge list, with each person taking up more than a whole page, it was simply outrageous!

"Why are you borrowing so many books?" Alecto asked suspiciously. "Didn't your master ask you to study something? How come you have time to read?"

Sure enough, Alecto received Voldemort's request to supervise her. What was unexpected was how quickly it happened!

Praris looked at him with an expression of expertise looking at a novice: "Professor Carlo, my task is very complex and requires a solid theoretical foundation! A house built on sand cannot stand firm—these books are the foundation of the experiment!"

After saying that, Praris patted the book she was holding and gestured to Alecto.

Alecto couldn't understand it; all she did was push Praris relentlessly: "Prince, I can't control what kind of foundation you build, but if you don't hurry up and build the house, you're going to be in big trouble!"

Always rushing me!

Praris was frustrated. Voldemort was far too hasty. Was Dumbledore and Harry chasing after him to kill him? He never expected that the chain of killing and being killed by these people would end with him, a mere Potions apprentice.

So what if she's an apprentice? She is an apprentice!

Anyway—he's still an apprentice before he's even graduated, isn't he? Regardless of what extraordinary things this apprentice Praris is researching.

In the first half of that night, Alecto went to report to Voldemort, emphasizing that Prass and Mrs. Pins had quarreled and that Prass had borrowed a large number of forbidden books.

Upon learning that Praris had already taken action, Voldemort barely managed to suppress his impatience... He was anxious, but he couldn't show it, not even when facing his firmly controlled subordinates.

After all, the more eager someone is to do something, the more they care about it. And letting others know what you care about is tantamount to exposing your weaknesses.

After Alecto left, Voldemort strode up to Sylvia and looked down at the three cards she had given him: the High Priestess, the Star, and the Queen.

These are the three cards Voldemort drew after granting Prasris Prince the identity of a Death Eater.

Only Voldemort knew how useful Sylvia was. Using this mentally unstable woman, his men actually managed to track Harry Potter several times, nearly driving the kid to his death. It's just that his subordinates were utterly incompetent; they let the prize slip through their fingers several times!

Based on the notes of the fortune teller he had killed, Voldemort selectively chose the interpretations he deemed appropriate. The Priestess represented intuition, the Star represented hope, and the Queen represented creation and harvest.

"Ah—" Voldemort's red eyes gleamed with excitement as he spoke to the sitting Sylvia, "Miss Sylvia, are your cards telling me to trust my instincts and that my subordinates, who share your surname, have a good chance of creating what I want?"

Sylvia didn't answer him, but Voldemort was already in a state of high excitement for the good news that was about to come, and he paced back and forth, confessing to Sylvia.

Voldemort walked over: "Snape truly lives up to his reputation as my most valued subordinate!"

Voldemort walked over: "You've brought me such a surprise!"

Voldemort bought the diary because he genuinely enjoyed keeping a diary; otherwise, why would someone with limited funds spend his meager savings on a Muggle notebook?

But Voldemort is now more cautious than ever before, and he is reluctant to reveal his true thoughts. In addition, Nagini is dead... Voldemort's mental state is worse and he is under more pressure, but he has nowhere to confide in.

Fortunately, Voldemort had a more reliable confidante than Nagini—this witch who had no memory, no mind, and was almost soulless. Most importantly, Sylvia wasn't a Horcrux; she wouldn't be connected to Harry Potter and wouldn't expose Voldemort's thoughts!

While Voldemort was delivering his long speech, three tarot cards lay peacefully on the table.

Voldemort never considered that perhaps these three cards didn't require complex interpretation; they already had their most basic meaning:

The priestess was Sylvia.

The star is Praris.

The empress represents mother and life.

The three cards represent Sylvia's past, present, and future, respectively. The content is clear, without any cryptic meaning or connection to Voldemort.

However, when the truth is presented to the interpreter, the interpreter often becomes so engrossed in their own profound interpretation that they miss the truth altogether.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, Pansy opened the letter Millison had given her and let out a startling scream!

"What's wrong?" Praris quickly sat up and replied.

Pansy turned her head stiffly and said plaintively, "Millison has gone back home!"

Praris and Daphne immediately got out of bed, put on their slippers, and huddled behind Pansy.

It turns out that Millison followed the clues back to the country after Anna, the reporter, went missing—she actually had this talent!