HP North Star's Radiance

Ah, yes, this teacher must be Professor Snape.

Praris, without any expression, praised, "Yes, yes, thank you, good teacher. Please be careful, the professor's medicine rack is behind you."

Prareas felt he should pretend no one was in the office; why should he open the door to see who was knocking?

No wonder Professor Snape was so angry last year.

The parents aren't home! How can you just open the door like that!

“Oh, of course I know. I once made a medicine to treat a Himalayan Yeti with a cold.”

"That's amazing."

“I think you would definitely like Professor Gilderoy Lockhart’s autograph, after all, I’m so famous.”

"That's good."

"I'll sign here!"

"That... won't do!"

Praris's eyes widened, and he quickly lunged forward to block her, saying, "Please sign here!"

Praris casually pulled out a blank piece of parchment.

“Prince, you’re so kind. I didn’t realize you liked me so much. You even prepared a separate parchment.”

Prarese wiped the sweat from his brow. Lockhart would never know what disaster he had escaped; only Prarese bore the burden of it all.

He almost signed his colorful name on Professor Snape's lab log!

Praris, quick-witted, said, "Hehe, thank you for your autograph. Oh! I'm so sorry to have taken up so much of your time, teacher. The next class is Hufflepuff's Defense Against the Dark Arts; shouldn't you be preparing for it?"

“You’ve reminded me!” Lockhart exclaimed with a bright smile. “I think my students are already eager to get started!”

In fact, Hufflepuff's class was still an hour away.

But Prarese could only apologize to the Hufflepuffs; for the sake of the professor's office, she had to sacrifice her students.

Chapter 31 Cleverly Entering the Forbidden Book Zone

Prarese looked at the parchment signed Lockhart, her feelings a mix of emotions.

She went to great lengths to get Professor Snape's note, but getting Lockhart's note was effortless.

And it's a blank parchment!

She can write whatever she wants on it without his approval.

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Saturday at Hogwarts was hot and humid, with gray clouds blocking out the sun, making everyone feel irritable.

Prarese sat at the end of the Slytherin table, slowly spreading butter on bread.

Her hands were busy, but her gaze swept past the crowd discussing the Quidditch match at noon and landed on Ginny—the suspicious Weasley little sister.

Over the next three days, Ginny Weasley's condition worsened.

Praris could still remember how rosy-cheeked and happy she looked when she was assigned to a different hospital, but now her face was gradually turning pale, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes.

Undoubtedly, her brothers believed she was worried about Harry Potter and his brother because of the rumors surrounding the Chamber of Secrets.

But—Praris's gaze shifted to the worn-out notebook beside Ginny's plate.

Even though the Weasleys were poor, they couldn't afford to buy secondhand parchment and notebooks.

This notebook doesn't fit the aesthetic of a girl her age, but Ginny takes it with her wherever she goes.

Don't ask her how she knows it doesn't fit; she's surrounded by girls her age!

ga-

Ginny suddenly stood up, the chair she pushed scraping against the floor with a sharp scream.

Percy was startled by her; her brother had been sitting with her for days, trying to comfort his broken sister.

Percy stood up, whispered something to her, and patted her on the shoulder.

Ginny looked over Percy's shoulder and met Praris's gaze for a second, then quickly looked away.

Percy's words of comfort seemed to have no effect whatsoever. Ginny shook her head, quickly stuffed the notebook into her backpack, and hurriedly left the auditorium.

Praris looked down at her bread and sighed inwardly.

What a pity, bread, I need to follow them and see.

Malfoy, who was standing nearby, called out to her, "You've been spreading butter all this time, are you trying to create art?"

"Then this artwork is yours for free, don't be shy."

Prarese grabbed her crossbody bag and hurried in the direction Ginny had gone.

As she exited the auditorium, she quickly spotted Ginny's back, but knowing she couldn't get too close, she followed her from a distance.

The girl was too young to hide her abnormality.

Ginny finally stopped at the end of a corridor, clutching her backpack tightly and looking around.

Praris stopped in his tracks, spun around, and hid behind the armored statue at the corner, holding his breath.

She heard Ginny Weasley's voice!

The little girl was sobbing softly, her voice a little hoarse.

"No... I can't go on..."

"She must have found me... I can't do it..."

Please...

Prarese listened for a while longer, but Ginny Weasley didn't reveal any more information, only pleading and crying repeatedly.

Praris lowered his gaze, blinked, carefully took a step back, retreated from the statue, and left silently.

Things are getting interesting; Ginny Weasley is not the heir.

That tattered notebook possessed the same qualities as a wizard's portrait, and it could communicate with people.

Unlike the portrait, this is a dark magic object. The notebook either blackmailed or influenced Ginny Weasley's mind, causing her to do something to Mrs. Lorris.

But Ginny was just a little girl after all; she couldn't bring herself to kill, so Mrs. Lorris didn't die.

Ginny Weasley is tormented by her harmful actions and Prader's investigation; she doesn't want to harm anyone, but she's also afraid of being discovered.

Now things are gradually becoming clearer; all she needs to do is figure out what that notebook actually is.

Prarese placed Professor Snape's note and Lockhart's signature together, closed his eyes, and pondered for a long time.

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"Miss Prince, are you saying that Professor Snape allowed you to borrow books from the restricted section?"

Mrs. Pince held Professor Snape's note in her hand, her eyes sharp and frightening, like a hyena eyeing a corpse.

Praris clenched his sleeves, but his face remained calm: "Yes, it's extracurricular research on potions. As you know, I happen to have a bit of a talent for it."

Mrs. Pince was still staring at her.

Praris smiled sincerely: "I know your concerns. I will not borrow the book from the library. I will only read it here."

The meticulous witch lowered her head and carefully examined every word on the note. After a while, she spoke: "It is indeed Professor Snape's handwriting."

In the dark, forbidden book section, the smell of parchment mingled with the damp, musty odor. Books like "The Most Poisonous Magic," "Cursed Black Magic Items," and "The Origins of Black Magic" exuded a dangerous aura.

Prarese treated herself like a blank notebook, absorbing all of this information into her mind. She simply flipped through it quickly, memorizing it superficially, without daring to think about it deeply.

She knew that items related to dark magic could affect the user's mind, just as the notebook had done to Ginny Weasley. Therefore, when she flipped through these books, she had to be completely oblivious to thought or emotion, and could only memorize them mechanically.

"Unveiling the Secrets of Cutting-Edge Magic"... Praris was a little itchy. This wasn't a book about dark magic, but since it was in the restricted section, it must be some very powerful dark magic.

Stop! This book is tempting her!

Praris put down the book, closed his eyes, waited a while, and then resumed the process of memorizing.

By the time Prarese walked out of the restricted book section, it was almost eleven o'clock, and only Mrs. Pince was still at her post in the library.

The witch stared at her with hawk-like eyes: "Three hours, miss. These books will have an influence on those with weak wills, especially young wizards."

“Oh, I’m fine, thank you for your concern,” Praris shook her head and turned to leave.

Mrs. Pince suddenly stood up: "Wait, your approval slip!"

Praris composed himself and pulled out the note from his pocket that should have been given to Mrs. Pince long ago.

“I will confirm this approval with Professor Snape,” Mrs. Pince said. “After all—you’ve been inside for so long.”

Oops.

Praris sighed inwardly; it seemed her prepared explanation would come in handy.

Isn't it much better than explaining to Lockhart why she forged his signature to read forbidden books? At least Professor Snape didn't object to her learning Dark Arts.

When Prareus ran to the Quidditch pitch, the game was already over, and red flags were flying around the pitch.

The atmosphere among the Slytherins was somber, as if the air itself had frozen.

"Where have you been?" Millison whispered. "We can't find you anywhere!"

"I was reading in the library and lost track of time!" Praris said breathlessly. "Where's Pansy?"

Milison sighed. "Potter caught the Golden Snitch right in front of Draco. He's furious. Pansy said she's going to the locker room to find him."

When Milison and Praris arrived at the Slytherin dressing room, it was already in complete chaos.

"What are you doing, Seeker! Seek the ball! The Golden Snitch is right in front of you, but you're like you're blind, you can't see anything!"

Marcus was very large, like a mountain in front of Malfoy, and when he was angry, he was like a suppressed volcano ready to erupt at any moment, and no one dared to come up and mediate.

"You think I didn't see it?" Malfoy retorted stubbornly. "That Potter must have used some underhanded tricks!"

"Stop making excuses!" Marcus roared. "We're all working for Slytherin's victory, everyone else is leading! The ball walker is attacking Porter like crazy, what a great opportunity, what are you doing!"

Malfoy, who had initially felt somewhat guilty, now retorted defiantly, "Do you think I wanted to lose? Do you think I wanted to waste all my efforts of the past few months? Everyone makes mistakes! Is this the first time Slytherin has failed? Did anyone blame you when you lost last year?"

Marcuston stopped, wiped his face, and slumped against the wall in dejection.