HP North Star's Radiance

Praris occasionally has this thought: love and hate both originate from one person's body and are infused into one person's body.

Humans bring hatred, and humans also bring love.

Humans are both lovable and hateful.

If Pralis had never experienced love, and Dumbledore had never persuaded Snape and Winnie to take care of her, would he be a cruel person now?

If the Malfoy family hadn't experienced the failures of both father and son, and Draco had never had feelings for her, would he still be the Draco who kept shouting "Mudblood"?

Interpersonal relationships are a process of mutual change, and isn't Pralis now also influenced by Draco? How amazing that two people who were originally meant to hate each other have come together to create love.

Perhaps surprisingly, Draco is actually a somewhat perceptive fool. His perceptiveness allows Prarese's subtle vulnerability to be seen, while his clumsiness allows Prarese to comfortably enjoy this love that is both awkward and direct—the process of expressing love is awkward, but the love itself is direct.

Pralis understood that Draco wasn't trying to trade love for anything. Perhaps because he had received complete love before, Draco was actually quite good at loving; he was simply moving towards Pralis with a mixture of shyness and reluctance, simply because he liked her. He had never hesitated when it came to love; the only thing that made him hesitate was his pride.

If Prareas provided material security, then Draco provided emotional security. This straightforward, abundant affection, like the sap of spring pasture, allowed Prareas to know clearly how important he was to Draco without having to overthink it.

Unfair? Praris welcomes this unfairness.

Only those who lack money fear that the other person is after their money; only those who lack ability fear that the other person is after their ability; only those who cannot give love fear that the other person wants their love... Praris is glad that he can give Draco what he needs and desires: great power and an unwavering core.

All Draco needed to do was love Pralis and let her know that she was unwaveringly chosen. He probably never knew that part of Pralis's unwavering support stemmed from Draco's love for her.

People are sometimes like vines, relying on something else for support to survive, and an embrace conveys the strength given by the other. They both had vulnerable sides at that moment, but they found solace in each other's embrace.

"Alright, alright." Praris gradually loosened his grip and said softly, "I should go... Go back to the castle, keep a low profile, and don't mess with those DAs, okay?"

Draco grumbled under his breath, "Why do you keep saying things that only my mother would say?"

“Because it is necessary,” Praris said calmly, “because I love you just as much as Mrs. Narcissa does.”

Draco was secretly pleased, biting his lower lip to try and suppress his smile: "There's really no need to worry. Do you think I can't even take care of myself? Go ahead!"

Praris stood still, while Draco, while watching Praris, walked backward toward the castle, only turning around when he was almost at the castle steps.

At the castle gates, Draco and Snape passed each other. Draco saw Snape, but very rudely refused to greet him, acting as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Snape strode up to Prareus and gave a meaningful, cold laugh: "He hates me, he resents me for watching you become a Death Eater."

“Draco didn’t do it on purpose…he didn’t know anything.” Praris shook his head helplessly. “I apologize on his behalf.”

Snape scoffed. "No need, miss. I'll thank you as long as this doesn't happen again!"

Too many lies can lead to contradictions and a conflict between the left and right hemispheres of the brain. Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, Prarese doesn't always fabricate stories, but rather mixes truth with falsehood. After all, telling the truth is the highest form of lying.

The reason for her lateness was Draco, and there was no need to hide that. But she simply said lightly, "We had a fight—who hasn't bickered in a relationship?"

Voldemort won't stay at Malfoy Manor forever. Even if he were there, he wouldn't deign to look after Prasris.

The tasks, ostensibly "protection" and "assistance," were actually "guarding" duties, usually carried out by Voldemort's loyal followers, Bellatrix and Mrs. Burstdle.

These two dark wizards were ready to go through fire and water for Voldemort, but they resented Praris for forcing them to work as doormen.

Upon discovering that Praris was late, Bella, as if she had found a thorn in her side, smugly scolded her: "You're not taking your master's mission seriously!"

Prass was completely unfazed by Bella's accusations. She was of extraordinary value to Voldemort, and Bella wouldn't dare to truly harm her. So, she gave a perfunctory answer, saying she had argued with her boyfriend at school, without mentioning who her boyfriend was.

“Who wouldn’t rush to serve their master with all their might!” Bella’s gaze turned dangerous. “Prince, how dare you put your personal feelings before your master?”

Praris raised an eyebrow, sneered, and said, "Alright, Lestrange, I get it! You want me to leave my boyfriend behind in public, swagger away, and make everyone curious about where I went. Ideally, the whole world would know I'm secretly serving my master, wouldn't you?"

Bella was furious: "You've misunderstood me—"

“I don’t care what you mean, Lestrange,” Praris interrupted her, raising his voice slightly. “I only care about the outcome, and you… are now wasting my time working for my master.”

After saying that, Praris ignored the furious Bella and walked straight past her into the room.

The room showed little sign of alteration, clearly indicating its original purpose was for potion making. If all went as expected, these high-grade cauldrons were Draco's; he might have completed his potions summer homework here.

Besides the expensive equipment, there is an abundance of rare herbs and magical creature products available here, almost to an unbridled degree—they are all listed on the Ministry of Magic's non-trade list.

Praris casually closed the door, and the next time he opened it was in the evening.

For hours, Bella suspected the person inside was slacking off, not performing their master's duties diligently. But Voldemort wouldn't allow anyone to step through that door without Prince's permission, so she could only curse him in her heart.

crunch--

Praris stood in the doorway, looking down at Bella, and asked, "Has Master returned?"

"Why are you asking about the master's itinerary, Prince?" Bella said sarcastically, treating Prince like a thief. "We are only qualified to see the master when he needs us!"

"Enough!" Praris said impatiently. "You said I put my personal feelings before the master's will, but aren't you acting impulsively now, valuing your personal emotions more than the master's interests?"

Bella looked choked up, as if she'd swallowed a whole can of fermented herring: "You're spouting nonsense! No one—no one cares more about the master's interests than me!"

In a few words, Prasris steered Bella into her own narrative. Even though Bella's feelings towards Prasris stemmed from Voldemort, Prasris twisted the truth, accusing her of prioritizing her emotions over her loyalty to Voldemort, leaving Bella only able to defend herself.

“I understand. You think I’m a new member who hasn’t suffered the same hardships as you, so I’m not trustworthy, right?” Praris sneered. “But you haven’t considered one thing at all—I’ve passed the master’s test. You don’t trust me, but don’t you trust the master’s judgment?”

Bella's expression began to waver... Was she really wrong?

“This isn’t your fault.” Praris’s tone softened. “I understand how you feel. Concern makes you lose your composure. It’s all because you care too much about your master.”

“Lestrange, we are doing the same thing, striving for our master’s great ideals. If you were a little more clear-headed, you would understand that my task is part of our master’s cause, and helping me is helping our master.”

Bella was completely fooled by Praris and suddenly began to viciously curse Mrs. Burst: "Well, I see now—damn Dolly Burst! That bitch was encouraging me to make a mistake so she could show off after I was punished!"

This was a wonderful surprise.

Prareas simply wanted Bella to stop picking on her all the time, but she ended up finding an enemy for herself and revealing the "mastermind" behind it all, so Prareas didn't need to push her away.

Being an undercover agent can be incredibly difficult at times, and as easy as taking a final exam at Hogwarts at others.

That night, Voldemort did not appear, and Praris returned directly to Hogwarts.

The atmosphere at Hogwarts was extremely tense. Pralis had barely stepped into the castle when she stepped into a puddle. She glanced around and confirmed that Daddy had damaged the plumbing, causing the hallways and corridors to flood.

After walking a couple more steps, they discovered that the school rules nailed to the wall had been pried off, and Filch was hurling insults as he pulled them out of the water.

As the underground building is named, it is located at a lower elevation. Some of the water on the first floor flowed down the stairs to the ground floor. Prarees noticed that Slytherin and Hufflepuff had changed into high-heeled boots to avoid getting their feet wet.

The Hufflepuffs would be happy if the Slytherin were flooded, but the fact that they would also be flooded would halve their joy.

Hannah, the prefect of Hufflepuff, along with a few younger students, picked up brooms and began sweeping up the water.

Since Filch was still trying to get the school rules sorted out, Praris simply raised her wand and gathered up all the water on the ground.

A waterspout appeared in front of her, sucking up water from everything in its path, causing the waterspout to grow larger and larger, appearing extremely powerful.

Ah...gather together?

A sudden inspiration struck Prarese. She seemed to have a better idea of ​​how to make things difficult for Voldemort.

Astoria trotted over and said excitedly, "I want to learn this!"

Hannah had just seen the waterspout from afar and felt a strong urge to learn it herself. She couldn't help but think, "I want to learn too!" But when she thought of Praris Prince's reputation, Hannah could only lower her head and diligently continue sweeping.

“This is a secret spell we don’t share with outsiders,” Praris raised an eyebrow at Astoria. “Do you understand?”

Astoria was much smarter than Draco and not easily fooled. With a look of self-sacrifice, she said, "Alright then, Praris! I'll reluctantly be your mother!"

"You brat!" Praris couldn't help but laugh. "I don't need a mother!"

That's enough, that's enough! She already has enough mothers!

“Ah—” Astoria drawled, “Well then, it seems I’m going to miss out… You really don’t want another mother? Then I’ll have to let you join our family. I’m still missing a little sister—my older sister already has a little sister, and I don’t!”

Praris couldn't stop laughing, and Astoria finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst into laughter as well.

Of course, in the end, neither of them became the other's mother, nor did they join the other's family. The main reason wasn't because Astoria was sensible, but because Daphne finally arrived at the scene and taught her disrespectful younger sister a lesson.

Astoria, with a reserved demeanor, indicated that how could her gentle and proper younger sister possibly disregard seniority and hierarchy?

"Stop denying it, I heard everything!" Daphne glared at her. "Plares, ignore her, come with me!"

Praris waved to Astoria, then was pulled away by Daphne. Daphne whispered, "There's a letter for you; it's from Stuart."

"You've seen it?" Praris asked. "What did Stella say?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Daphne frowned. "How can we open a letter that belongs only to you without your permission? Wouldn't that be disrespectful?"

"Isn't Pansy in a hurry?"

"No matter how urgent it is, I'll wait for you!"

Pansy was really anxious. She held up the letter, put it down, then held it up again, and put it down again. Finally, she decided to crouch by the door and wait for Daphne to bring Praris back.

As soon as Praris and Daphne entered the room, Pansy jumped up, startling the two of them so much they nearly fell over.

“Congratulations, Pansy.” Daphne rolled her eyes again and sneered. “You’ve accomplished an almost impossible task—scaring Praris.”

Pansy exclaimed, "Oh dear!" and held up the letter. "Stop joking! Let's check on Millison!"

Praris opened the letter and found that it didn't contain a single sheet of paper, but rather two torn pages from a book, on which was written:

Coriolanus: Come on, as long as I have a breath left, I'm going to tell you!

Coriolanus: No, I'd rather die here.*

Chapter 284 I won't allow it

"What is this?" Daphne asked, frowning.

This is a Muggle book, Prarese thought.

That's what I think, but I can't say it like that! Saying such things in front of Daphne, who adheres to pure-blood principles, could easily damage our friendship.

“This was torn from the script,” Prarese said. “The story is roughly about a powerful but arrogant hero who is ousted by the people for adhering to his political ideals. He is determined to take revenge on those who ousted him, but he gives up after being persuaded and is eventually killed.”

Daphne's disgust became even more obvious: "What a Muggle-sounding book! What are publishers doing these days? Does Stuart like this?"

“Oh! Never mind that!” Pansy shook Praris’s arm. “What does this have to do with Anna Lopez?”

“I think it’s probably the plot where these two sentences are located.” Praris lowered his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the paper. “These two sentences happened before that hero was banished. Someone advised him that he shouldn’t be so extreme, but he still did his own thing and couldn’t learn to compromise or put on a show.”

"As long as I have a breath left, I must speak out."

This statement points to Anna's integrity and uncompromising nature as a journalist.

"No, I'd rather die here."

This statement points to Anna's final choice: she resolutely chose the path with the worst possible outcome.

Pansy yelled in a shrill voice, "What? How could anyone not want to live?! Is she crazy?"

“Ha, what a foolish idealist!” Daphne scoffed. “She probably thinks it’s something to be proud of, doesn’t she? Ravenclaw prides itself on its intelligence, doesn’t it? I think this is utterly foolish!”