HP North Star's Radiance

After saying that, Winnie ran out like the wind.

"Winnie!" Praris shouted, "Take your wand!"

Winnie scrambled back to her bedroom, pulled her wand from under the covers, and rushed to the door, fumbling with the doorknob twice before finally opening it.

Merlin, Merlin, please be alright.

It's much easier for a wizard to kill himself than for a Muggle, and Sylvia has a wand... Winnie's mind flashed with the image of her friend pointing a wand at herself, and she slipped and tumbled down the stairs.

Having too much imagination is a punishment!

Winnie gasped, then waved her wand to Apparate downstairs. She rubbed her slightly sprained ankle, cursing under her breath at where that crazy Sylvia was going!

She looked around frantically, her mind flashing through many places they had been together, only to reject them one by one. She didn't even know if any place had held any significance for Sylvia during these years of separation.

Just then, a taxi stopped in front of Winnie, and her neighbor Mrs. Willow opened the door and said happily, "Oh, Winnie, you've come just in time!"

Mrs. Willow stepped aside to the left, revealing Sylvia, who looked somewhat dazed, in the back seat of the taxi.

Amidst Mrs. Willow's background noise, "You need to take your friend to the hospital to get an appointment," Winnie bursts into tears, screaming, "Sylvia Prince! You scared me to death!"

Sylvia slowly got out of the car and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry."

She thought to herself, this time, perhaps she had truly found the right direction, even if the endless Atlantic Ocean lay between them.

Side Story: Sylvia's Choice 4

In the hospital's waiting area, Winnie held Prarese, who was fast asleep with his head resting on her shoulder, and glanced at Mrs. Willow.

Mrs. Willow was dozing off, her head nodding, looking extremely sleepy. Just moments before, this same woman had used her money and connections to summon a doctor who had already finished his shift to examine Sylvia, who had just been rescued.

“Thank you, Mrs. Willow,” Winnie asked softly, somewhat hesitantly. “But why are you helping us?”

That night, Mrs. Willow contributed both money and effort, but Sylvia was just a stranger to her!

“No need to thank me, Winnie.” Mrs. Willow took off her glasses, wiped the lenses with the hem of her dress, and said with a smile, “I’m not saving your friend, I’m saving my younger self.”

Winnie fell silent.

At that time, she was still very young and did not understand how contradictory the human group was. People cannot be simply divided into wizards and Muggles, and even the same person is not purely black and white.

During her time following the Dark Lord, she witnessed the cruelty of the Death Eaters and viewed Muggles as maggots. After leaving the Death Eaters, Dumbledore persuaded her to walk the right path, to open her eyes to the wider world, and to realize that there was no difference between Muggles and wizards.

After Sylvia's return, the failed marriage of her friend to a Muggle led her to believe that some Muggles deserved to die, and that some of the Dark Lord's ideas might not be wrong. And on this snowy night, it was also a Muggle who pulled Sylvia back from the brink of death.

Regardless of gain or loss, or personal relationships, she simply wanted to save a young woman's life from the bottom of her heart... A Muggle's soul is sometimes nobler and more merciful than many wizards, including herself.

The Muggle doctor confirmed that Sylvia was suffering from moderate to severe depression, had suicidal thoughts and had already taken action, and recommended considering termination of the pregnancy.

The doctor told Winnie, "Of course, she has the freedom to have children...it's up to her own wishes...but it can't be delayed too long, or it will be just as dangerous."

Praris was passed from Winnie's hands to Mrs. Willow, who then pulled Sylvia into the stairwell and cautiously asked, "Sylvia, what are your plans?"

“I don’t know,” Sylvia said.

“You must know!” Winnie said decisively, “Give it up, there is no other choice.”

Sylvia avoided Winnie's gaze and looked at the stark white walls of the hospital. If Sylvia could make such a decision so easily, she wouldn't have considered taking her child with her when she left this world.

“I know what you’re thinking. Mrs. Willow told me everything.” Winnie walked around to Sylvia and turned her face towards her. “Don’t think about the right path. I only see you on the wrong path—towards death, and we just pulled you back!”

Sylvia argued, "What if I could..."

"Can you?" Winnie asked Sylvia. "Ask yourself first before you speak."

Sylvia closed her eyes in anguish: "I can't."

“On our way to pick up Puby, you already told me you couldn’t,” Winnie bluntly exposed Sylvia. “At that time, you were sober. So you told me you couldn’t.”

"Yes, it's a life, but you're a life too! Between it and you, I only want you, only you, my living, breathing friend who can cry and laugh—you've never been a burden to me!"

"Are you going to abandon me and Puby? Is that fair to us? If you continue, we won't gain you and the child; we'll lose you and the child. You'll make Praris lose two loved ones, and I'll lose you!"

"The important thing is to survive. As long as we survive, we'll find a way out sooner or later!"

Winnie couldn't be as compassionate as Mrs. Willow, or offer words of empathy. She could only see her own goals, just as she had selectively ignored Voldemort's cruelty in the past when she only wanted power.

Sylvia ultimately accepted it. She didn't choose to wave goodbye to this world, nor did she choose to deceive herself; instead, she chose the world of the living, her children and friends, and the fight against the disease within her body.

Before entering the operating room, Winnie advised Sylvia, "Forget about it, just pretend it never happened."

Sylvia shook her head: "Winnie, I won't do it and I can't. I have to remember it. This is my child, a mistake I made, and a consequence I must bear."

Forgetting it might help Sylvia recover faster, but she would never do that.

Sylvia's children have already paid the price for her mistakes. She must accept that she made such a big mistake, without making excuses to escape or forget it, in order not to repeat it.

Praris tugged at Winnie's trench coat and pointed out the window in the corridor: "Winnie, the snow has stopped."

“The snow will stop eventually.” Mrs. Willow rubbed the little girl’s face with her index finger. “Your name is Praris, right? Don’t worry too much, winter will always pass.”

A few days later, the hospital returned the ashes to Sylvia. They bought a plot for the boy in the cemetery and named him "Nova".

—It's Nova, not Pelé.

Nova was Sylvia's second child, whom she named and would never forget. At Nova's grave, Sylvia lit a newspaper with a picture of Depp William on it.

“I sent a letter of complaint to the monastery,” Sylvia said in a low voice, “reporting that Master Matthew and Deepell William colluded to abandon a five-year-old child.”

“Merlin, how did you know—” Winnie exclaimed in surprise, then quickly corrected herself, “Oh, of course you would know!”

Sylvia shook her head: "I don't know for sure, but Sister Maine must have known that her love already existed and was directed at someone who worked in animal husbandry. So, I reported the stableman. Luckily, Father Dorian found Depp's watch on the stableman—something the stableman couldn't afford."

“How did the nun know?” Winnie asked. “But didn’t you know it was the stable boy at first?”

“The nun doesn’t really care about Puby, but she’s trying to stop me from taking her away.” The firelight from the newspaper reflected in Sylvia’s dark eyes. “Initially, I had other plans… Anyway, I’m not the court. Deeple should be punished, but not me, but Muggle law.”

“What will Muggle law say about him?” Winnie said, disgruntled. “One or two years, five or ten years? Puby wasn’t injured, so he definitely won’t get a long sentence!”

Winnie felt it wasn't a punishment at all, considering that Deple would only be locked up for a few years before being released.

“That’s right, serving time isn’t a punishment for him.” Sylvia lowered her eyes.

Dipole's mother believed that parents should do their best to educate and be responsible for their children. Dipole abandoned his child and was even petitioned for prosecution by the monastery. This was a terrible thing for his family.

Depp was an astrophotographer who not only couldn't claim his daughter was a witch, but also had to desperately conceal it. Otherwise, he would be seen as a superstitious scientist, and no colleagues would accept him afterward.

The fact that Duple had just produced an important work and was forced to serve several years in prison was a real blow to his career.

Wizards' mistakes should be judged by Wizengamots, and Muggles' mistakes should be judged by Muggle courts. Deepell sent his daughter away because of his faith, and now he is being brought to court by his own faith, to be destroyed by Muggle law—this is what Sylvia longs to see.

Accompanied by Mrs. Willow and Winnie, Sylvia received treatment at a Muggle hospital, but it was a chaotic affair.

"Why are Muggle pills in small pills? They look like candy." Winnie picked up a pill and turned to ask Sylvia, "Can we eat these?"

"Maybe...?" Sylvia said hesitantly. "Mrs. Willow said that when you're sick, you have to take medicine. Is this the Muggle's potion and elixir?"

Sylvia seemed much better after taking the medication, but as the effects wore off, various problems returned: insomnia, staying awake until dawn, suffering from the inability to sleep; vivid dreams, finally falling asleep only to dream of her lost child whom she couldn't find; loss of appetite, even after pushing Winnie to become a chef, she still couldn't eat a bite; and binge eating, finally craving food only to end up in the hospital...

Winnie is too used to solving problems with magic. When Sylvia hurts herself because she is in too much pain and smashes things, scaring Praris, she instinctively uses magic to bind and knock her friend unconscious.

Mrs. Willow sighed and rubbed her forehead in exasperation: "How could you just knock Hill unconscious?"

Winnie couldn't explain that she hadn't hit anyone, but had only used magic. She gave a slightly embarrassed smile: "Hill looked terrifying just now!"

“Sometimes you have to stop Hill,” Mrs. Willow said, “but as long as she doesn’t really hurt herself or anyone else, we have to give her the space to fight back. Only she can truly save herself!”

Mrs. Willow seemed to have learned some methods, taking out all the old magazines and newspapers in her house and having Sylvia tear them up to release her emotions. She also took Sylvia out for walks and exercise, hoping to make her feel better.

Winnie set a standard for Sylvia: if she exceeded the standard, Winnie would not hesitate to tie Sylvia up until she calmed down on her own.

Caring for Sylvia was also a process in which she became acquainted with Mrs. Willow and the Muggle doctor. Winnie grew to understand Muggles better, and she even wrote a new book about a love story of a sick wizard being saved by a kind Muggle—a story that Muggles love to read and which received widespread acclaim.

Mrs. Willow wasn't always reliable. Her daughter was already working, and the lady was lonely. She believed people should spend more time in nature, so she left a note on the table and took Prarese to the park.

Sylvia wakes up to find her nightmare come true. She can't find Praris anywhere and panics, triggering her illness. Winnie barely manages to control her.

Afterwards, the three adults and one child each reflected on their actions. Mrs. Willow said she should have told them in person instead of just leaving a note. Winnie and Sylvia said they should check if there was a note. Prarese said she should have told her mother.

So, the family meeting decided to put sticky notes on the refrigerator, write down what needs to be told on the notes, and check the refrigerator first when something happens.

It took Mrs. Willow a long time to discover that Prares had never started primary school—children in England must start primary school after their fifth birthday!

"You people are really—" Mrs. Willow was furious, "Never mind! It was my fault for not noticing the problem!"

How could she expect a patient and Winnie, who had known the child for as long as she had, to discover that the child was already of school age?

So, Praris Prince didn't successfully enroll in a Muggle elementary school until three months after he turned five. This was enough to cause Sylvia some more anxiety.

After Praris started school, Winnie seemed to have awakened to something and wanted to teach the children magic!

The underage wizards didn't have wands, but Sylvia had said that Praris could turn into flowers, so Winnie was eager to become a teacher.

"Pubi is a genius!" Winnie burst through the door excitedly. "Baby, give your mom a performance!"

Praris looked left and right, and said sincerely, "Winnie, there's nothing there."

Uh--

Winnie then remembered that, to prevent Sylvia from hurting herself, they had moved all the movable small pieces of furniture out of the bedroom.

She rushed out, leaving the mother and daughter staring at each other in bewilderment. Sylvia forced a smile: "Pubby, did you enjoy school?"

Praris thought for a moment: "Happy."

Even if your classmate doesn't seem very bright and the teacher's lessons are too easy, you should answer that you're happy, otherwise your mother will worry.

“It’s okay to be unhappy,” Sylvia said earnestly. “Mom is happy sometimes and unhappy sometimes, that’s normal. Mom really wants to hear about Poppy’s experiences at school.”

Praris blinked: "I'm neither happy nor unhappy. Mom, my classmates and teachers are acting a little strange..."

Do we really need to learn English? Why does a single grammar point require an entire lesson? Why do teachers speak in a high-pitched voice? Is it really that difficult to understand how a square can move left and right...? Praris doesn't understand.

Winnie finally returned, carrying an alarm clock.

Praris then reached out and floated the alarm clock from the floor to the ceiling, stopping it a second before it touched the ceiling.

“Impressive, isn’t it!” Winnie said with a proud tone. “I only demonstrated it once! Much smarter than those Death Eaters!”

"Amazing!" Sylvia smiled, her eyes crinkling, and patted Praris's head. "Look, Aunt Winnie said you're smarter than any of the other wizards she's taught. In fact, you learned the Levitation Charm much faster than Mommy did, but do you think that's strange to Mommy?"

Praris shook her head: "Mom isn't surprised."

“Wizards are not all the same, and Muggles are not all the same,” Sylvia said. “Some are smart, some are not so smart, but they all have their own strengths. For example, my mother is very good at divination. Mrs. Willow doesn’t even know magic, but she is a reliable elder and a very good cook.”