HP North Star's Radiance

As they walked, the line moved slower and slower. Logically, with Gryffindor going up and Slytherin going down, there shouldn't be a traffic jam.

“It’s a dwarf, uh, clinging to Potter’s leg?” Millison pulled her forward to join the fun.

"I don't want to see dwarves again!" Praris said irritably.

“This is better than yours!” Milison exclaimed in amazement.

Soon, Praris understood what "impressive" meant. At least the little dwarf she encountered could only recite poetry; this little dwarf could even sing.

Lockhart is utterly wicked!

Prarese didn't want to watch anymore; she didn't want to witness someone else's embarrassing moment. It seemed Potter needed the forgetting potion more than she did.

Draco, who was standing in front of her, suddenly bent down and picked something up from the ground.

Praris stopped in her tracks, staring wide-eyed at the notebook in Draco's hand.

Draco said smugly, "Want to know what Potter wrote?"

Percy Weasley scolded him, telling him to return the notebook to Harry, but Draco said, "Let me take a look—"

"Put it down," Praris said coldly, pressing down on his shoulder from behind.

Draco turned around in surprise; he hadn't expected Prares to be on Harry Potter's side.

"Except your weapons!"

Harry drew his wand and, in the instant Draco turned around, knocked the diary from his hand. The notebook fell to the ground and was picked up by Ron.

Malfoy was furious. As Ginny walked past him, he yelled, "See! Potter doesn't like your Valentine's Day present!"

Ginny froze, instinctively covering her face and running into the classroom. Her brother Ron drew his wand, ready to avenge her...

Everything was in complete chaos.

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"How could you—you actually side with Potter!"

Draco let Crabbe and the others go first, and followed Prareus alone.

"Did Potter send you your Valentine's Day card?!"

Prareas suddenly stopped in her tracks, and Draco nearly bumped into her back.

“What are you talking about?” Praris said, frowning. “That’s no good.”

Draco laughed sarcastically: "Oh? A Potter's diary, what can it do to me? Do you think his little schemes can make me laugh to death?"

Prarese thought Potter would give the diary to a professor, but to his surprise, Potter put the diary in his bag and carried it around.

Has he forgotten what Ginny Weasley went through? Or was he also tempted by the diary?

But if she tells Draco about it, he'll surely question why she would hand over the credit to Gryffindor.

He wasn't Prarese; he didn't have those struggles to survive in front of the professor.

Chapter 37 Granger's Attack

Prarese knew that the more polite and gentle she was at this moment, the more suspicious Draco would become.

From the moment she revealed the truth to Granger, she was always at risk of being accused of "defecting to the enemy" as long as the matter remained unresolved.

Who told her to be soft-hearted and want to save Ginny Weasley?

Why should she worry about the life of this heartless guy?

This is all her retribution!

So she looked at him with the disdainful gaze one would give a fool, and said coldly and firmly, "If your eyes are useless, gouge them out and use them as decorations! Didn't you see that the notebook is enchanted?"

Draco's expression became somewhat unnatural upon hearing his words: "Who do you think you are? Why should I need your concern for my safety?"

"I care about you? It's not even evening yet!" Praris scoffed. "I'm just worried you'll cause the professor trouble!"

Draco's previously softened expression turned grim again: "There's only one person who could cause Professor Snape trouble, and that's you, receiving a love letter during Potions class!"

Draco always knows how to bring up things that are hard to swallow. Pralis had almost forgotten about it, but he brought up her embarrassing spot again.

"What's wrong? You're upset because no one's confessing their feelings to you?" Praris looked him up and down. "It's normal that no one likes someone like you!"

After saying that, Praris left without looking back.

"Huh? Who said nobody likes me!" Draco yelled from behind, as if someone had stepped on a sore spot. "You come back here! I'm telling my dad! I'll have Professor Snape replace you!"

Prarese didn't have time to argue with him about those pointless topics. She sent Granger a letter by owl, asking him to meet her at the Astronomical Tower.

If she believed what Praris said in the bathroom last time, she would definitely come to the Astronomical Tower.

It was still that same terrace, and Pralis could still remember the scene from when she argued with Granger in first grade. Of course, with her memory, it was impossible for her to forget.

After the end of last semester, Granger probably knew that it wasn't Professor Snape who did it, but Quirrell.

“You were looking for me?” Granger said softly. “Oh, we should thank you. Ginny was really upset for a while, and Ron was very concerned about her, but she got better in no time.”

"You don't know?" Praris frowned. "You think she's just in a bad mood?"

“Isn’t that so?” Granger looked puzzled.

Praris shook her head. A little girl had been influenced by dark magic objects and done something wrong. If others found out, she didn't know how she would face them.

Since no one is in mortal danger, let's pretend we don't know what happened to her!

Praris said, "Never mind, it's good that she's alright. But Harry Potter should hand over that notebook to the professors; it's a Dark Magic item."

"How...how did you know?" Granger asked, bewildered.

Praris didn't hold back in making fun of himself: "I'm a Slytherin. I can ask a professor to write a note to put it in the restricted section anytime. Is it that hard to tell that it's a Dark Magic item?"

“Oh, thank you so much,” Granger said. “He told us that Hagrid released the monster, but we didn’t believe him.”

"Him? Hagrid?" Praris's face was extremely grim. "You guys talked to that dark magic artifact?!"

Granger said, "It was Harry. Tom showed him things from fifty years ago..."

Praris shook his head: "The thief is crying 'stop thief!' That notebook is the real culprit. In short, don't believe a word in the notebook, just hand it over to the professors."

"But how exactly did it do that?" Granger had a persistent and inquisitive spirit.

“I really wanted to tell you, but it’s getting late.” Praris glanced at the sky, sensing that curfew was approaching, and said simply, “Think about it, didn’t the petrification incident end after Potter got the notebook? It’s that simple.”

“That’s a bit of a stretch. You must know something else, but you just haven’t told me,” the girl said, her eyes sharp. “But you’re right. In any case, it’s never wrong to give the notebook to Professor McGonagall.”

The two smart girls hit it off immediately, but reality always catches plans off guard.

Prarese received Granger's letter the next day, in which she wrote: "I thought the hardest thing would be convincing them both, especially Ron, who always thinks you have ulterior motives. I didn't even dare tell him that you were the one who told me. But before that, something unexpected happened. When I returned to the common room, Harry said that his dormitory had been ransacked, and only the notebook was missing."

“I think only Gryffindors could do these things, only Gryffindors could get into Harry’s dormitory, right? You mentioned Ginny earlier, is it related to Ginny? Was she once bewitched by the notebook? Also, I have some clues about that monster, I think I don’t need your hints anymore. I’m going to go to the library to look it up. Trust me, I think I’ll find out the answer soon!”

This is the worst possible scenario, Praris thought.

Granger was a respectable opponent; she was intelligent, independent, and ambitious. Her defiant spirit made Prarese feel as if she were looking in a mirror.

But Prarese knew he was completely different from Granger; Prarese's childhood died the moment he was abandoned.

Granger has a loving and happy family, which is the source of her ability and confidence to maintain a kind heart.

If Granger were investigating this matter, it wouldn't be for her own safety, but for the lives of many more. If Granger had discovered the truth, she would have told everyone long ago, instead of hiding it like she did, simply because she was a Slytherin.

Oh no, I should say she wouldn't have such concerns, because she wasn't originally a Slytherin.

Slytherin was Prader's salvation, pulling her out of the mire; Slytherin was also a shackle that Prader had to wear, making her dance with difficulty.

Now, Prarese knows that Granger, as a clever Gryffindor pursuing the truth, will be killed by her intelligence.

Regardless of whether it was Ginny Weasley who stole the notebook back, or even if it was another Gryffindor, the "Tom" in the notebook would certainly not allow Granger to continue investigating.

One Slytherin's word is not credible, but the evidence Hermione Granger finds must be.

Let's answer the question: what is the best way to solve this problem?

The person who solves the problems that create them.

Prarese looked at the neatly written English letters "Hermione Granger" on the letter paper.

She really hates trouble the most.

Praris shook his head, pulled out a brand new parchment, and began to write a letter.

Granger:

Stop investigating, and don't let anyone know you're close to the answer. What do you want to know? Go to the Astronomical Tower, and I will tell you everything.

Completely, that's impossible.

After receiving information from Granger about "Tom," Praris conducted further investigations.

She confirmed Tom's identity this morning, which wasn't difficult; she had already obtained the keywords "Tom" and "Hagrid".

If we limit the timeframe to around the time Hagrid was in school, there aren't many people named Tom—but there just happened to be a student council president named Tom who won an award for reporting Hagrid for keeping dangerous magical creatures. Just like how he claimed Hagrid was the culprit in front of Harry Potter.

What made Prarese even more terrified was that this Tom Riddle had assembled a group, a gathering similar to Sylvia's Muggle Research Society, called the "Woppurgis Knights".

Does it look familiar? That's right! Not a single Slytherin is unfamiliar with this!

The Knights of Wolpurgis were the precursors to the Death Eaters!

Praris flipped through the documents with trembling hands. Finding these things was not difficult for her; she had investigated her own mother in the same way, following the clues without any pressure.

The notebook belonged to Tom, who, according to Prarese's investigation, controlled Ginny Weasley in order to control the Basilisk.

So, if we connect the clues, Tom Riddle is the heir to Slytherin. He opened the Chamber of Secrets, persecuted Myrtle, framed Hagrid, left behind the Dark Magic Notebook, which Ginny obtained, and used to control Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets again.

Praris closed the notebook containing the records of Hogwarts gatherings and societies, his face as pale as paper.

Not only Granger, but she absolutely could not investigate any further, and she had to swallow all the information she knew about the mysterious man.

Prareese returned to the common room with a somber expression. Looking around, she saw that almost every Slytherin sitting there had a relative who had been a Death Eater. This even included Professor Snape, her mentor who had always been by her side.

"Just save Granger, right?" she thought to herself. "Do you think you're Harry Potter? Do you think you're the savior?"

No! You are not! You are just a Slytherin who has nothing but a brain! You are also a mixed-blood orphan! Your audacity will cost you everything you have now!

"What are you doing standing here? Trying to steal the job from the stone sculptures?" Draco's smug voice rang out behind her again.

Draco slowly walked around to Praris: "Good news, good news for both of us."