HP North Star's Radiance

Neville and Ginny received more than just the two-way mirror from Hermione; they also received the safety of Prader. They had to live up to this trust, otherwise they would have no face to face Hermione, nor would they be able to face Prader, who had been helping them all along.

Simo's mind was a little foggy—was Aberforth now asking Neville for the mirror the girl had given him?

Aberforth scratched his head in frustration. Dumbledore had only told him to ask for things, but hadn't told him how to get them.

"Isn't she at Hogwarts too? Then you should tell her!" Aberforth said, in a fit of desperation. "Tell her I need that mirror, as soon as possible! As soon as possible!"

Neville stood there, his brow furrowed, seemingly caught in a mental struggle. After a while, he asked Aberforth, "What do you need that mirror for?"

"Aberforth doesn't know the mirror I have is a two-way mirror!" Neville thought. "If Aberforth knew it was a two-way mirror, then even if Praris wasn't in the castle, I could tell her. The one who truly needs the mirror is probably not Aberforth, but someone else!"

The work of leading the DA greatly honed Neville's analytical skills. To minimize losses, he had to consider all possibilities in every operation to avoid unnecessary damage.

In the early stages of the operation, Prarese did not hesitate to explain her analytical thinking and perspectives to Neville and Ginny, which greatly influenced Neville's way of thinking.

Neville admitted that he couldn't be as smart as Praris. But he was good at asking why and spotting risks, and being the one to "pour cold water" on Ginny's fearless charge—this was his advantage as a "clumsy person".

Aberforth really couldn't do this kind of work!

He couldn't say this, he couldn't say that, he was really furious!

“I don’t know what this broken mirror is for!” Aberforth said impatiently. “But it’s important, I must get it, Neville!”

Aberforth's fiery temper contrasted sharply with Neville's composure. Neville pondered for a moment, then turned to the person beside him and said, "Symour, take the food back first. I have something to say to Aberforth alone."

Seamus nodded, guessing that what was about to happen might involve Neville's privacy. He picked up his basket and strode towards the passageway.

After Seamus left, Neville reached into his pocket… and a small mirror appeared in his palm! The next second, he tapped it lightly with his wand: “Gungere!”

After being forced to "disappear" from the sight of the Carol siblings, the two-way mirror was mostly kept by Neville, and only transferred to Ginny when needed.

The two-way mirror emitted a soft glow, and Praris's face appeared in the reflection: "Nawi?"

Aberforth finally realized what the mirror was for, but his native language was now silent.

Neville explained the whole story: "Praris, you didn't go to Hogsmeade this weekend, so let me introduce you. This is Aberforth, the owner of the Hog's Head. I don't know where he found out about the Two-Way Mirror, but now he wants to take one of the mirrors with him. I think it's up to you to decide."

Neville had already decided that he didn't have the ability or right to decide this matter, but Praris certainly did. If Aberforth had ill intentions, he would use a forgetting charm to ambush him, making him forget that he had ever asked about the mirror. If Aberforth came to ask him again later, Neville would deny that the mirror ever existed.

“Then give it to him,” Praris said calmly.

Neville was surprised and stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds.

After a moment's hesitation, he held the mirror up more upright and said softly, "I understand... Goodbye, Praris."

“Goodbye, Neville,” Praris replied politely.

“Thank you,” Neville said again. “On my behalf, Ginny’s, and all the DAs…we will both miss you.”

Prarese smiled and said gently, “Neville, you and Ginny have been doing very well these days, and I’ve seen it all. Hermione once told me that you’re not stupid, it’s just that every flower blooms in a different season. Now, it’s your turn to bloom.”

Neville's face flushed red, and he stammered, "Hermione, Hermione said that? I know, she's always been very good, very good."

“Actually…” Praris paused, as if making up his mind, “I heard that your wand broke while you were in the Department of Mysteries, and that it came from your father?”

“Yes,” Neville said.

Praris said softly, "Neville, perhaps you know that only your own wand can unleash its true power. I think the reason you didn't do well in the past wasn't because you were bad at anything, nor because you weren't smart, but simply because your wand wasn't right for you."

"Your father has been with you for a long time, and he will be very happy to have given you courage. But for the road ahead, please believe in yourself; you have already done a great job. It is an honor to have the opportunity to work with both of you. Tell Ginny that I also really like her enthusiasm and straightforwardness."

Neville felt a lump in his throat. Hermione and Prader, two geniuses who had encouraged and helped him, were now leaving him.

This meant that he and Ginny were left to their own devices, with no one else to assist them in making decisions. Although they had been walking independently for some time, not seeking help and being unable to seek help were two different things.

With a hint of lingering affection and worry in his eyes, Neville carefully handed the thin piece of mirror to Aberforth.

Aberforth snorted, feeling a pang of envy at the children's friendship.

Inside Hogwarts, Praderes waited, wondering what Dumbledore wanted from her. Meanwhile, the Death Eaters and the D.A.D. clashed again, leaving everyone at Hogwarts on edge.

It wasn't until the evening of the following day that Prairie saw Dumbledore. He looked visibly haggard, showing signs of weakness and decline, and was approaching the age of a truly frail old man.

“Mr. Dumbledore, you don’t look well,” Prarese said bluntly.

Dumbledore smiled and said, “But you did very well, Praris.”

It wasn't just good, it was absolutely fantastic, far beyond Dumbledore's wildest imagination, and it made him marvel at his own luck.

Before Prareus mocked him, Dumbledore consciously exchanged information with Prareus, talking about his own experiences.

Dumbledore formally brought the moderate werewolves under his wing, rescued some innocent Muggle-born wizards, and also sought help from some of his friends.

For example, Newt Scamander, one of Dumbledore's former students, and his wife Tina. They were both too old to participate in the war, so their son, Scamander Jr., and his wife volunteered to help, traveling thousands of miles back to England.

Scamander Jr. inherited his parents' will and became a highly skilled magizoologist, while his wife is a naturalist and collector. Together, they travel, rescuing magical creatures and documenting and collecting local specialties along the way.

—This was the question Prarese asked herself, recalling Sinesta mentioning Scamander Jr.

What's even more ingenious is that when Dumbledore learned what good things Prares had done, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonder of fate.

"At Christmas, I told you that I got Harry and the others out of Malfoy Manor—you look so pitiful, Praris."

Dumbledore can even make witty remarks!

Praris's eyes turned dangerous.

Dumbledore remained as relaxed and casual as ever, unfazed by Prasris's murderous glare: "At that time, I decided to delay Harry and the others' plan to destroy the locket."

Because Prader was so effective, Voldemort's Horcruxes were reduced to just Harry and the locket.

If the locket is destroyed, the great war will inevitably begin sooner. But Harry and his friends haven't had enough training, nor do they fully understand the Deathly Hallows. The Avengers at Hogwarts aren't mature enough, and Voldemort isn't insane enough... Starting the war at this point will result in even more deaths.

For various reasons, Dumbledore's first thought was to prevent Snape from giving away the Gryffindor sword. However, Dumbledore himself rejected this idea, fearing that Harry and his friends would either storm back to Hogwarts to steal the sword or use the Basilisk's venom.

So, while rescuing Harry, Dumbledore subtly tampered with the locket. Harry and his friends discovered that the sword couldn't destroy the locket; it had been enchanted.

"I see." Praris's face was filled with murderous intent. "That's truly remarkable. A spell that even a Gryffindor sword couldn't break, that must have been quite a struggle."

Dumbledore said modestly, "It's alright, it's alright."

"You're fine, of course," Praris said sarcastically. "I, your student, am far inferior; it took me a lot of effort to deal with you!"

Through Dumbledore's subtle manipulation, Harry and his friends' path shifted to the Deathly Hallows, their adventures and growth along the way, and deciphering the mysterious magic that inexplicably appeared on the locket—of course, Dumbledore didn't tell Prass about the Deathly Hallows, only that the path had shifted.

And this coincides with the good deed Praris did. Since the locket is intact, Voldemort is expected to experience the tsunami-level impact of the destruction of the two Horcruxes through the Horcrux network.

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Dumbledore smiled and said, "A Chinese wizard once told me a saying—'Heaven helps those who help themselves.' Prarese, your efforts have brought us the rewards of fate."

As Dumbledore left Newt and Tina's home in Dorset, he received a message from Snape via the Patronus. The Patronus informed Dumbledore that Prairie had voluntarily become a Death Eater to prevent Voldemort from suspecting Snape.

Upon seeing this message, Dumbledore felt a complex mix of emotions. Gradually, Prader became one of the Slytherins Dumbledore admired most, the last being his student Leta Lestrange. If Snape walked into the darkness to atone for his sins, then Prader was driven entirely by love.

This witch possesses the shrewdness and cunning, pride and ambition of a Slytherin, and is adept at protecting herself. Even more valuable is her Slytherin-like determination and a loving heart.

“No flattery, please.” Praris dismissed Dumbledore’s compliments without hesitation and asked bluntly, “What do you need me to do?”

When Prader was with other people, she was always so calm and resolute. But when Prader was with Dumbledore, Dumbledore was the one who remained emotionally stable, while she became as eccentric as Snape.

“That’s something only you can do,” Dumbledore smiled slightly. “The past belongs to us, the future belongs to you.”

People often become complacent because of their power, yet they also become arrogant because of their power, believing they can control everything. Dumbledore reflected on his own actions in the case of the highway robbers. He did too little, and too much.

Among the robbers, if James hadn't revealed the existence of a traitor, he wouldn't have been motivated to prove his brotherhood, leading to their mistake of secretly changing the confidant, which indirectly caused the Potter family's destruction.

Sirius Black said it was to deceive Voldemort and draw his own fire, but Dumbledore knew that making such a decision was not without his own rebelliousness and impulsiveness.

In these matters, no matter how much the other wizards blamed him, they couldn't find fault with Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't believe he was without fault. He seemed to be living his whole life embodying the saying, "With great power comes great responsibility."

If he had done even a little less, Little Pettigrew wouldn't have had the opportunity. If he had done even a little more, disregarding the potential offense, and taken on the role of Secret Keeper himself, the tragedy wouldn't have occurred. Therefore, after the Order of the Phoenix was re-established, Dumbledore didn't hesitate to choose himself as Secret Keeper.

Last summer, Prarese had told him, "Human strength has its limits." For ninety-nine percent of his life, Dumbledore had never felt weak or constrained.

Now, under the multiple negative effects, he also realizes his limitations and is forced to view the world from the perspective of a "mortal". He has to strictly control the use of magic and rely more on techniques rather than large-scale firepower.

Throughout his life, Dumbledore struggled with his turbulent desires: the lust for power, the thirst for knowledge, the desire for love, the desire for control... At the end of his life, when he had nothing and had even lost his own name, he was finally able to find peace as an ordinary person and completely entrust the future to his children.

With such mixed feelings, Dumbledore told Prasri his final idea in detail.

Praris lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his fist against his forehead, silently deducing Dumbledore's plan.

After a long pause, she said, "This is the plan you've spent months perfecting? Excellent, it couldn't be better. But... are you really going to tell me the whole plan like this, and then trust me, now a Death Eater, and entrust me with such an important task?"

“Prareth, I don’t believe in Death Eaters,” Dumbledore said with a gentle smile, “but I believe in you and Severus, and in the love in your hearts.”

Love in her heart? Love is something only she has the right to talk about! Hearing these words from someone else's mouth is as if pointing out her weakness.

But what if Dumbledore said that?

Who can blame them when Prarese truly has a weakness?

“I understand.” Praris stroked the ring on his right ring finger and said softly, “But… is your body strong enough to last until after the war?”

Dumbledore looked at her with kind and calm eyes: "That's not important, Prass. You should spend your time on more important things."

Prareas looked Dumbledore straight in the eye and said, "This is important to some people."

After the battle at Malfoy Manor, the old man and the young man turned Legilimency into a way of transmitting information.

Through Prarese's eyes, Dumbledore saw how his students and teachers missed him, grieved for him, and cursed Severus for him—this boy was accusing him, wasn't he?

Beyond self-deprecation, there was a deep sense of being moved. Dumbledore had endured countless criticisms throughout his life, and knowing that so many people stood firmly by his side filled him with a mixture of guilt and gratitude.

“Sir, please step back a little so I can check on your condition,” Praris said in an unquestionable tone. “Later, I will try to get you some appropriate potions through Neville and Aberforth.”

Anyway, the herbs and magical creature products were all taken from Voldemort, so why not use them?

A house that grants every request.

The rooms became increasingly "livable," and they prayed to the House of Requirement for a hammock and a bathroom, which greatly improved their lives.

Hannah held a pair of scissors, gesturing as if she was going to cut Ernie's hair. In Ernie's words, he looked like a wild man now.

Neville laughed and said, "Then what am I? A hairy gorilla?"

Everyone laughed heartily.

"The beard is the more troublesome thing, isn't it?" Anthony Goldstein looked in the mirror and comforted himself, "But it's very manly!"

Lavender said disdainfully, "Wow—it's filthy!"

"Hey!" A clattering sound suddenly came from the corner of the Room of Requirement. Ernie shouted, "Everyone, come and see!"

The crowd gathered around, and in the middle of the crowd, Ernie was holding the arm of a house-elf. The house-elf was stubbornly curled up, clinging to something and refusing to let go.