HP North Star's Radiance

Mrs. Willow laughed heartily and praised, "Winnie, you truly are a great writer!"

They arrived at the roller coaster together, but were stopped by staff because Praris's height and age did not meet the requirements for riding the roller coaster.

Winnie blinked and twitched her fingers, but Sylvia held them down.

At Sylvia's request, the three of them stepped aside to discuss: "We agreed to use the Muggle method, right? The fact that they won't let Poppy go up means it's not suitable for a child Poppy's age, it's dangerous—Poppy, what do you think?"

“Flyers,” Praris said succinctly. “There’s a children’s roller coaster at another amusement park.”

“So, we’ll experience this adult roller coaster,” Sylvia said fairly, “and then take Poppy to ride the children’s roller coaster. Is Poppy okay with that?”

Praris nodded, while Mrs. Willow said she was too old for such exciting activities and would stay to keep Praris company.

The two witches got on and off the roller coaster, and each of them had a question.

Sylvia asked, "How do Muggles know that this won't kill them?"

Winnie said, "I was absolutely right! People just flushed out like toilet water!"

They thought Prarese would be scared, but Prarese seemed even more eager to play and eventually rode the children's roller coaster—not as thrilling as the adult version.

“The difference between riding a broomstick and a roller coaster is that you can control the broomstick but not the roller coaster,” Sylvia commented. “However, if the broomstick goes out of control, you can’t control it either, which is even more exciting.”

Extra: New Generation 2

Just because the Invisibility Cloak was taken away, did he become obedient?

That is impossible!

He—James Sirius Potter—has Gryffindor content in his name 100%, and there is no option for him to back down in his life!

"James!" Olivia called out to him quickly, "The Halloween activities are about to start, where are you planning to go?"

Olivia Chang Diggory, also known as Liv, is the daughter of her father's friends, the Diggory couple. She has long, wavy black hair and bright grey eyes. She is a fifth-year student and prefect in Gryffindor.

Even at James's age, when he's always chasing after cats and dogs, he has to admit that Liv is a gentle and beautiful older sister.

"I...I..." James stammered, "I ate something bad...it might be hot, cold, or oily...I'm going to the restroom!"

Merlin, what is he saying! He actually said such filthy things about diarrhea in front of Liv!

Liv was also taken aback for a moment, but quickly said considerately, "Then you should go quickly! Mr. Barron usually doesn't attend dinner parties, he should still be in the school clinic now, go see him if you're really feeling unwell."

James nodded awkwardly, a hint of annoyance in his eyes, and pretended to clutch his stomach as he left the auditorium, passing through the real and fake ghostly illusions created by Altani and the excited shouts of the students.

Vice Principal Prince's office was on the basement level, which James wasn't familiar with. But he had made an excuse beforehand that he was going down there to visit Teddy, and scouted the way.

The activity upstairs has probably already begun; there's not a soul in sight in the underground building, not even a ghost. Only the torches along the stairwell burn silently, occasionally crackling softly.

A successful "Alaho Cave Opening" filled James with joy, and he slipped into the office.

The office was dimly lit, with only a faint glow from the fireplace. James didn't have time to look around; he immediately fixed his gaze on the wooden shelf to his right.

This time, he learned from his past mistakes and inquired with the Gryffindor elders beforehand that Prince would display all the things she had confiscated on the wooden shelf on the left wall, showcasing the students' confiscated treasures as if displaying her countless misdeeds.

To be honest, at first glance, this wooden frame looks exactly like the merchandise display racks from the Weasley Studios.

James is so proud of his uncles!

But the important thing now isn't the results of his uncles' business, but finding the Invisibility Cloak. James doesn't want to give in to Prince, and he certainly doesn't want to see his mother in a rage.

He spotted an empty space with little effort. It appeared empty, but precisely because it was empty, he knew that was where his invisibility cloak lay!

James lunged forward, grabbed the Invisibility Cloak, and was about to drape it over his shoulders when a lazy voice sounded from behind him: "Leaving so soon? Aren't you going to say goodbye to the professor—Potter?"

He turned stiffly and saw a hand, pale in the firelight, part the curtain, revealing a long leather sofa. On the sofa, Draco Malfoy, dressed in a dark green silk robe, had just sat up straight when the plush blanket slipped off him, as if he were the master of the cave and Jaime had awakened the hibernating snakes.

“I…” James’s mind went blank.

despair--

With a sharp crack, James instinctively looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Professor Malfoy's emerald necklace had instantly turned into a black eye!

James froze, as if petrified, unable to move, but he clearly did not see Malfoy take out his wand, nor did he hear him chant a spell.

"Does it look good?" Malfoy casually put on his slippers and stood up, saying in a conversational tone, "I like the black eyes; they look mysterious and beautiful."

“What have you done to me!” James shouted.

"Shh—quiet down." Malfoy walked to his desk, picked up a wine glass, poured himself a glass of water, and said slowly and sarcastically, "Is this the Potter family's upbringing? I thought the Savior would at least teach his son some basic manners, but he didn't even teach you to knock before entering a room."

"Who would knock on the door to steal something!" James gritted his teeth, thinking that he had fallen into the hands of this couple again.

"Let me guess, you think that just because my wife is in the hall, this place is empty and you can come and go as you please, is that it?" Malfoy clicked his tongue and shook his head, saying in a regretful tone, "Your brain is as bad as your character, practically nonexistent."

"You caught him, so what? Why insult him like that?!" James now completely believed Sirius's words; that bastard must have been his father's mortal enemy when he was young!

“I lost!” James glared at him. “Punish me however you like!”

Malfoy, holding his wine glass, circled Jaime as if appraising some substandard alchemical creation, and drawled, "Whatever you want—"

James had a bad feeling.

“Tsk, I don’t attend classes much at school, and it’s rare that I’ve managed to get an alchemy class this year,” Malfoy stroked his chin. “I really don’t know the school rules, and I don’t know how to punish people…”

No punishment if you don't know!

James rolled his eyes inwardly.

"In that case, I should hand you over to someone who knows the rules, namely my wife." Malfoy asked and answered himself in a pretentious manner. "Where is she now... oh right, the Great Hall! I should take you to the Great Hall and, in front of the entire Hogwarts community, deduct all the points that Gryffindors have worked so hard to earn in answering questions and playing Quidditch, on this auspicious day, how about that?"

James' eyes widened, his gaze revealing clear resistance. At this age when pride is so important, this was more unbearable for him than any punishment!

"Or... just dump it on your mother?" Malfoy threw out another option that made Jaime want to die. "Why the look on your face? I bet your parents are looking for a Halloween present! I've brought your family together, and you're not even grateful?"

Having seemingly enjoyed Jaime's despair, Malfoy finally said slowly, "What a pity, that's what I was hoping for... but this is Al's Halloween, so I'll let you off the hook!"

“I’m a fair person. Since you have so much energy and enjoy running around at night and sneaking into places you shouldn’t be… starting next week, come to my office every Wednesday night.”

James looked relieved but confused, wondering what purpose James had in bringing him to his office.

Malfoy grinned smugly: "You'll be my teaching assistant, responsible for sorting materials, cleaning crucibles, collecting work... In short, serve me until I'm satisfied!"

James could only move his eyes and mouth now, and he glared fiercely at Malfoy: "How should I know when you'll be satisfied!"

“Kid, not now, anyway.” Draco slowly snatched the Invisibility Cloak from his hand, folded it, and placed it on the wooden shelf. “If you’re not satisfied, I can take you to the Great Hall now and make you happy.”

After saying that, Malfoy's tone returned to its coldness, filled with weariness: "Now, get out of here with your empty head. Wednesday evening at seven o'clock, in my office. If you're one minute late, we'll all be going to see the vice principal together."

The black necklace flashed before his eyes and instantly transformed into an ordinary emerald, and the magic on James was dispelled.

James ran out of the office in a panic and walked down the corridor dejectedly—serving a Malfoy was worse than killing him!

When he entered the foyer and saw the monsters and demons Altani had created, he became even more unhappy.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Diggory said you're not feeling well. Have you been to the school clinic?"

Hidden among a group of ghostly figures were the principal and vice-principal, which was even more terrifying than the ghosts themselves!

“Uh, Principal McGonagall, no.” James forced a smile. “I’m much better, I don’t need to go to the school clinic!”

Principal McGonagall's eyebrows twitched slightly: "In that case, hurry back to the Great Hall, or you'll miss the game."

James ran off as fast as his backside could catch fire, and McGonagall followed him, her gaze shifting as she whispered to Praris, "That name is perfect; little James really does resemble his grandfather."

“Although I’ve never met his grandfather,” Praris commented, with a hint of family grudges in his voice, “it doesn’t seem like it. He must have been much kinder than his grandfather was at the same age, and could be considered kind.”

Although this child plays pranks, he is very careful.

“Prejudice,” McGonagall commented.

“It’s prejudice,” Praris said somewhat capriciously.

McGonagall said in a nostalgic tone, "You're just like your mother when she was young. She didn't like transfiguration and told me, 'I won't learn it.'"

When Professor McGonagall learned that Sylvia had been killed by Voldemort for Snape, she genuinely shed tears for her—her student was brave.

"Really not going to learn?" Praris asked, somewhat surprised.

“I’m very angry,” McGonagall said tactfully. “The consequences will be severe.”

Praris couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Sylvia had indeed tried to learn, but probably not very diligently.

"Do you think James really has a stomachache?" McGonagall suddenly asked. She looked at James, who seemed more energetic and healthier than anyone else.

Praris repeated, "I think?"

“What do you think?” McGonagall said confidently.

Prarese said, "I think kids who don't eat dinner properly need to be taught a lesson, otherwise what will they do if they go hungry?"

"They're so strict," Principal McGonagall remarked. "What are we going to do with two such strict principals...?"

"Would you become more forgiving about this?" Praris asked.

“No, that won’t happen,” Principal McGonagall said decisively.

“Me too.” Prarese raised an eyebrow at McGonagall, then looked toward the Great Hall. “James isn’t stupid, but like Al, he lacks some experience.”

“Al is a very outstanding child.” Professor McGonagall changed the subject. “Didn’t you give Al some experience?”

—This isn't like Praris!

Praris is the kind of person who can step on his own left foot and right foot, spiraling upwards into the sky.

“Professor, this is no easy feat.” Praris shook his head. “Draco… spoiled!”

With a father like Draco, it's no wonder Altani grew up to be an arrogant and domineering person; Praris, as his mother, must have put in a lot of effort.

Praliss wasn't someone who had never cared for children before; she had cared for Muggle children at the convent and for Leia at Hogwarts. But with Draco's involvement, everything changed.

Professor McGonagall looked at Praris with her bright eyes and said somewhat sternly, "Spoiling."

Praris paused for a moment, then laughed again: "That's right, I'm spoiling him—I'm reflecting on it! Al has handled things quite well lately, hasn't he?"

Actually... Prareas thinks it's not a big deal that Draco is a little spoiled.

Praris did give Altani the freedom to choose and explore, but she wasn't without demands. On the contrary, her demands were high: whatever was to be done had to be done well, and nothing could be easily abandoned unless a convincing reason could be found.

Draco's indulgence gave Altani room to relax, and his leniency allowed the child to breathe away from Praris's cautious thoughts. This was necessary, and it was not Praris who was spoiling Draco... well, to some extent.

After the Halloween activities ended, students walked in twos and threes to their respective common rooms, and almost everyone had a smile on their face.

“Vice Principal Prince.” Altani and his new friend walked up to Praris, opening their hands to reveal a modified “ghost gem.” “This is Gareth—how did we do today?”

“Altany, the effectiveness of the Halloween event will be evaluated by the students who participated,” Praris said fairly and impartially. “The effectiveness of the gems will be evaluated by Professor Malfoy.”