HP North Star's Radiance

Voldemort's voice was extremely low, like the hissing of a snake, filled with a heavy sense of intimidation and oppression, as well as a faint but palpable killing intent.

It's probably not just fluctuations, is it?

Praliss realized that while she was away, the role she was supposed to play had already been fulfilled by Harry and his group, but due to the information gap, she was completely unaware and walked right into their trap.

There is no such thing as a perfect plan in the world. Fate is ever-changing. Being a spy can lead to your execution if you make one wrong move.

Pralis was prepared to die at any moment, but when Voldemort's wand was pointed at her neck, she still felt a trace of fear, and her will to live remained as strong as ever.

When questioned by Voldemort, Praris was instinctively startled, but this genuine surprise was quickly replaced by absolute rationality.

She frowned slightly, but her tone was firm as she retorted, "That's impossible—I mean, my master, such a thing would never happen! The Soul-Gathering Agent was designed with only two functions: gathering and strengthening. It would never cause any fluctuations! Unless…"

Voldemort stared intently into Praris's eyes, his Legilimency never ceasing. He repeated Praris's words: "Unless what?"

“Unless it’s an external attack, a highly targeted and specific soul magic,” Praris said confidently. “Master, this isn’t the first time you’ve taken my potion, and you know it won’t cause any fluctuations. I’m certain that Peter Pettigrew hasn’t had such a problem, which is why I’m still standing here.”

Prareas is right.

Voldemort trusted Pramanix, but not entirely. Therefore, he always kept Peter Pettigrew, his experimental subject, with him. If anything happened to Pettigrew, Voldemort would be alerted and able to take the fastest possible action.

But to everyone's surprise, it wasn't Little Pettigrew who had a problem; it was Little Pettigrew himself who had a problem.

Voldemort had a suspicion that this might be due to the most important difference between him and Pettigrew—Hordeal—but he didn't want that to be the case at all.

Now, Praris's reaction tells him that the real reason is the Horcrux.

Chapter 299 Pre-Battle 2

"I need you to solve this problem—now!"

In this desolate, godforsaken place, Voldemort issued this order in a tyrannical and unreasonable manner.

Sometimes, Prass really wanted to go head-to-head with Voldemort regardless of the consequences and see how much of a chance she had, but reason told her that she couldn't—Slytherins who made such a mistake would be nailed to the pillar of shame.

Regardless of whether she can win, even if she does manage to kill Voldemort, Voldemort could still be resurrected in Harry's last Horcrux, destroying all the efforts everyone has made over the years.

“Please allow me to examine you, Master.” Praris’s calm tone carried a hint of urgency as she spoke earnestly, “If I’m not mistaken, this attack is not to be underestimated. The most important thing now is to assess your damage and repair and reinforce it as soon as possible.”

When it comes to the soul, Voldemort had no choice.

He allowed Praris to approach, but his hand remained firmly gripped on the Elder Wand, never letting his guard down for a moment, even though the person in front of him was just a child who hadn't graduated yet—wasn't Potter one too?

Praris did not approach him, but murmured, as golden particles of light from his wand fell lightly and widely on Voldemort.

This is an ancient human body detection magic, invented long before the founding of Hogwarts by the kind witch Agnodis.

At that time, women were not allowed to practice medicine, so the witch Agnodis transformed herself into a man to save her female patients. However, her masculine appearance made the female patients somewhat uncomfortable, so Agnodis invented this detection magic to examine the women's physical condition.

Transfiguration and the ability to detect magic became an unspoken secret between witches and Muggle girls, who believed that witches must be some kind of fairy. Until one day, an unexpected magic malfunction occurred, and Agnodis was caught in the act by the Muggle girl's husband, who accused her of breaking the law.

Agnottis had intended to escape, but her Muggle patients had saved her. The Muggle women marched for Agnottis, openly stormed the courtroom, rescued the kind witch, and won the opportunity to amend the law and grant her equal rights to practice medicine.

The witch was very happy for the Muggle women in that area, believing that this power was more important than saving herself, the witch.

Agnotides specifically wrote in the book: They didn't save me. Witches don't need to be saved; they saved themselves.

The spell was last used on Dumbledore. When the old headmaster heard about it, he admired Agnottis and was amazed by Prareis's extensive knowledge. He joked for the umpteenth time, "Prareis, if I were still the headmaster, I would definitely invite you to be a professor at Hogwarts."

Even if I just graduated?

"As long as you graduate."

This is a treatment Tom Riddle could never dream of in his entire life.

Now, with Hogwarts in such dire straits, Prass really wishes she could become a professor, at least to prove she'd survived until it was all over.

The light particles flowed back to the tip of Prasris's wand, like a beautiful ray of light, bringing Voldemort's soul state to Prasris as well.

Praris nodded, giving a perfunctory answer, and said what she would say no matter what she saw: "Indeed, you have been attacked by an external soul... This can only be judged as a powerful, soul-related dark magic that is trying to split your soul structure."

Voldemort's gaze grew even more dangerous and urgent.

He tried to suppress his urge to roar in fury, trying not to let the perceptive witch notice his emotional fluctuations, but his physical reactions had already given him away.

Of course, of course, Horcruxes are a kind of dark magic related to the soul, that goes without saying.

It must be because Potter destroyed the Horcrux in the castle that his soul suffered such great damage.

Voldemort thought of the tiara that had disappeared from the Room of Requirement and the locket that had gone missing, and the hatred in his heart was as intense as a landslide and a tsunami.

"Stop with the nonsense!" Voldemort even forgot to wear his mask of wise leadership in front of Praris. "I don't want to hear any of that. Show me what you've got and fix it!"

“Yes, Master.” Praris nodded again. “Fortunately, the Soul-Gathering Elixir is precisely the nemesis of this type of injury. When you were impacted, it was this elixir that shielded you from the most fatal damage. Now, you need to take the remaining Soul-Gathering Elixir immediately to reassemble and strengthen your fractured soul.”

Before this, Voldemort had one vial, Prareus handed over four vials, and Pettigrew probably only dared to secretly sip one vial, so Voldemort still had four vials.

Harry used up one vial during his first intense sting, and the second was used to destroy the Horcrux, so Voldemort now has two more. Double the fun, that should be enough.

As the old saying goes, never offend a doctor. From being pointed at by Voldemort's wand to tricking Voldemort into drinking the potion, Prairie only took a few minutes.

At this point, the hidden plot planted by Dumbledore and Prasris was completely completed. Even if something went wrong on Harry's side, Voldemort was doomed.

Where there is sun, there is shadow. If the rebellion of Gryffindor and the other two houses is the overt storyline, then Slytherin's actions are the covert storyline hidden in the shadows.

In his extended life, although he himself had become powerless, Dumbledore had more time to plan ahead, respect and utilize the character and strength of each house.

Clang!

The Gryffindor sword slammed to the ground, and Ron's hands trembled violently. He cried out in a panic, "Harry, Harry, is it destroyed?"

As the crowd dispersed, Harry, his two friends emerged and realized they had forgotten to ask Prareas exactly how many Horcruxes had been destroyed.

“We have to think of something,” Hermione said. “Let’s ask her again, but without revealing our relationship.”

Harry nodded in agreement, then cried out in pain a second later. Hermione and Ron were startled again, but this was the second time, and their reactions were much faster than before.

Hermione knew Harry was paralyzed by the Painful Nightmare and unable to move, so she swiftly pulled the vial and locket from Harry's pocket and yelled at Ron, "Quick! The sword!"

After saying that, she simply ignored the suffering Harry and unscrewed the bottle cap to pour the liquid onto the locket.

In an instant, Hermione was overwhelmed with countless thoughts and possibilities: What if she missed the mark? What if this was Voldemort's trick, and Prader had deceived them? Dumbledore had been gone for almost a year; what if the Phoenix Tears had lost their effectiveness over time? ...But they had no other choice!

Phoenix tears dripped onto the locket, and the protective magic receded like ants encountering a drop of water. The baton was passed to Ron.

Ron felt the Gryffindor sword was burning hot, and wished Hermione would do it. Honestly, was he even a true Gryffindor?

Not too bad, not too good, not too stupid, not too smart, not too cowardly, not too brave, not too ordinary, not too special... He was a mediocre half-baked individual, standing between Harry and Hermione, purely someone who should be in the middle of a photo where the taller person should be.

do not care!

Ron didn't think about anything anymore and just went for it, slashing his sword at... the ground, where it got stuck between two bricks.

Hermione looks like she wants to kill him!

Ron quickly pulled it up and chopped it again.

This time, he finally hit the target.

But Ron was afraid he hadn't chopped it well enough, so he kept chopping and chopping, just like Mrs. Weasley chopping minced meat, until the locket was chopped to pieces.

"Enough! Enough!"

Hermione was stunned, watching in astonishment as Ron frantically hacked at the locket—this was the world-famous painting that Harry saw when he awoke from his agony.

He shouted to stop Ron, which finally made his somewhat crazed good brother drop the Gryffindor sword.

“It’s destroyed, Ron,” Harry said to Ron. “You destroyed a Horcrux—that’s awesome!”

Ron stared at his hands in disbelief, then his eyes lit up and he grinned. After his silly grin subsided, he remembered to ask Harry, "How are you?"

“Voldemort was in agony, more agony than ever before,” Harry said definitively. “I’m sure that when you destroyed the locket, Voldemort wished he could rip his own brains out.”

Hermione was utterly amazed and exclaimed, "I have no idea how they did that! I knew it, I knew it—"

She knew that Praris had never been on the side of darkness; this clever partner was simply upholding justice in her own way, perhaps not as dramatic as theirs, but in a clever and admirable way.

Ron said, "I'm asking how you are, Harry."

“Great,” Harry said with a hint of schadenfreude. “I’d be even better if he were in more pain.”

Inside the castle, three teams, led by Professors Flitwick, McGonagall, and Sprout respectively, occupied the high points of Ravenclaw Tower, Gryffindor Tower, and Astronomy Tower. Kingsley and the other Aurors led their students to the lawns and various passageways, controlling the routes into the school.

Professor Flitwick said with satisfaction, “Welcome back to Ravenclaw, Winnie… You have always been one of my most admired students.”

Winnie lowered her head in shame: "Professor, I'm so sorry to have let you down."

“People get lost all the time, that’s no big deal.” Professor Flitwick wanted to pat her on the shoulder, but being too short, he patted her hand instead. “But the light of Ravenclaw Tower will always shine for children who are looking for their way home.”

Winnie covered her mouth, squatted down and hugged her former professor. When she stood up again, her gaze had become even more determined.

"Are you scared?" Winnie asked Prim, but it sounded more like she was asking herself.

Ms. Priscilla smiled and said, "Don't worry, aren't you here?"

At the top of the highest Astronomy Tower, Sinister raised his hands and pointed his telescopes downwards to help his comrades pinpoint the location of the Death Eaters in the distance—Kingsley and the others were responsible for close combat, Gryffindor Tower and Ravenclaw Tower for mid-range combat, and the Astronomy Tower for long-range combat.

“Pomona, I am utterly powerless,” Sinister said without a hint of shame.

She's a stargazer who thinks she has no fighting spirit and almost starved to death at home.

Professor Sprout laughed heartily and moved a potted vampire vine next to his colleague: "My children will protect you, Aurora."

Evan turned to his girlfriend beside him: "I'll protect you too!"

The battle-hardened Meryl smiled brightly: "Great, great!"

Slughorn raised his Felix Felicis and said to Astoria, "Cheers, Miss Greengrass, may we have good luck!"

Astoria said "Cheers," then drank only half a vial of Felix Felicis herself, handing the other half to the girl beside her under Slughorn's puzzled gaze.

“Drink up, Kiki,” Astoria said frankly. “What’s the point of me being here if you don’t drink?”

Grace Jones accepted the Felix Felicis without hesitation and drank it naturally.

"What are you doing here?" Jordan frowned. "Your own mother is a Death Eater!"

Milison sneered and retorted, "You're against bloodline theory, aren't you? What do you care who my biological mother is? Everyone standing here is against Voldemort!"

Jordan thought about it for a moment and then nodded: "That makes sense. Come a little closer, so you don't give us any openings to be beaten."

"I didn't expect you to be reasonable." Milison looked at him with newfound respect.

Jordan jumped up in anger: "Who's being unreasonable!"

War is imminent, and everyone has returned to their positions, betting their lives on the gambling table.