HP North Star's Radiance

A few minutes later, Prarese sat in the school hospital, where she lied to Mrs. Pomfrey and said she had a stomachache.

“I think I ate something bad. I ate cookies from the Slytherin cupboard, which Pansy said were from the year before last.”

After she drank the antidiarrheal medicine (in fact, she took the opportunity to collapse into the potted plant), Prarese naturally began to help Mrs. Pomfrey, just as she had helped Mrs. Sprout, personally feeding Granger the Mandela herbal medicine.

When Hermione's eyes could move, the first thing she saw was her rival and her temporary pen pal, Prasris of Slytherin.

"you--"

Praris shushed him and whispered, "It's all settled. You did a great job. Promise me you won't tell anyone who your pen pal is, right?"

Hermione's lower body was still slowly recovering, but she could speak fluently: "Our victory is inseparable from you, and this is not fair to you."

“You would have done just fine without me. Potter found the Chamber of Secrets on his own. I helped you for my own benefit, and that's not something to be celebrated. Your success is the best reward for me. I won't help you next time. Don't forget I'm Slytherin.” Praris straightened up. “I should go help Madam Pomfrey.”

When Prader heard that Gryffindor had added 400 points, she knew that Potter and Weasley had found the Chamber of Secrets before the professors. If it were something the professors would handle, they wouldn't have involved Weasley.

Hermione opened her hands and saw the note that had disappeared from her palm. She realized that Harry and the others had solved the puzzle.

She covered her face and laughed happily, applauding her friends' wisdom.

The days that followed were anything but friendly to Slytherin; everyone attended Harry Potter's celebration party with grim faces.

"I don't think we should be here!"

Zabini said this through gritted teeth.

But Praris felt it was alright. She hadn't been sent back to the convent, and although her life wasn't beautiful, she was easily content.

Does she care about those two hundred points?

At first, she didn't like the Academy Cup system. She felt it was a zero-sum game and somewhat meant to sow discord among the four academies.

Later, she took the initiative to help get higher grades so that the professor and her classmates would be happy, and she wanted the people around her to feel better.

Now she can comfort herself with the idea of ​​a zero-sum game; who would want to participate in such a stupid system!

She knew in her heart that Potter deserved those points for defeating the Basilisk, but she would never admit it.

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“Spoon? Him?” Hermione hesitated for a moment. “Ah, yes, it was him, and then?”

Ron speculated wildly, "I think he has ulterior motives. Think about it, besides the person who did it, who would so easily know the truth? Maybe he's the one who put the notebook..."

“No, Ron, it was Lucius Malfoy who did it,” Harry said quickly. “But Hermione, who is he?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron: "You think nobody has good intentions! Just because I know it's a basilisk doesn't mean I'm guilty too! He's my pen pal, I won't tell anyone who he is, so don't ask anymore!"

After saying that, Hermione turned and left.

“You’ve angered her,” Harry said.

Ron rubbed his nose sheepishly: "Didn't we agree not to talk to people whose background we don't know?"

Ron was referring to the Ginny incident; he now views pen pals as a monstrous threat, and all pen pals should be killed without exception.

“That’s true, but if you say a few more words to her, she won’t talk to you anymore,” Harry said.

Ron shouted, "She won't talk to me anymore!"

Hermione wrote about it in a letter, complaining bitterly about Ron's wariness of Prader and her distress over the cancellation of the exam.

"I was determined to beat you in this exam," Hermione wrote.

Dr. Prarese replied: "This is called stimulus generalization. He was terrified by his sister's situation, and he can't remain calm when he sees the word 'pen pal' again. I recommend exposure therapy. You can make a few safe pen pals to let him know that there's nothing wrong with pen pals. Also, I look forward to your challenge, but you've been petrified for so many days, this kind of competition is unfair."

"You said it yourself, in battle we can't predict what will happen next, and the same goes for real life. Being petrified is not an excuse to skip the exam; I'd much rather compete with you. Also, the pen name 'Spoon' is really not fancy."

Hermione easily guessed the meaning of Polaris's pen name: Polaris. The Big Dipper is shaped like a dipper, and the position of Polaris can be determined by connecting Dubhe and Merak.

Prareas thought it was very subtle; at least to those who didn't know, it would be very difficult to associate the spoon with Prareas.

But as it turns out, she and Hermione weren't the only smart people.

Or rather, besides those in the know, there is another man in this world who understands Praris extremely well.

In the potions office, the dim firelight cast Snape's long, long shadow across the walls and ceiling.

Prarese's letter was placed on Snape's desk.

Before leaving, he made an excuse to ask Professor McGonagall for the letter that had been left on his office door, his mind replaying the words Potter and Weasley had spoken.

Tap—tap—tap—

Snape stroked the letter with his left hand while tapping the table repeatedly with his other hand.

“Foolish!” Snape muttered, his voice barely containing his anger. “Truly Gryffindor behavior!”

If a child is quiet, they're definitely up to no good.

He has every right to be angry; he can't help but be angry.

Is it possible that Gryffindor's personality traits are inherited through blood?

He stood up and threw the letter heavily into the fireplace, the sudden burst of flames illuminating his somber face.

This is the second time he's cleaned up after this brat. Can't she use her intelligence to control her absurd behavior?

Snape sighed heavily and pinched his brow with his fingers.

He felt extremely tired. He thought only Potter would cause him trouble, but now it seemed that Prarese had also entered his rebellious phase.

But then, he looked at the ashes in the fireplace with an incomprehensible and complex expression.

She is indeed very clever, isn't she? Her reasoning is faster and more accurate than Gryffindor's. She wrote this paper without being able to physically reach the location or with the help of others, ensuring that even if Potter fails, the professors can arrive in time to save Weasley.

Of course, if she used that intelligence on other things—

It's better not to think about it. On the bright side, the fact that she wasn't assigned to Gryffindor is already a blessing from heaven. What else can he expect?

"Professor? I'm coming in?" Praris's voice rang out from outside the door.

Snape's deep voice came from behind the door: "Miss Praris, shall I invite you in?"

Who made him angry?

Chapter 40 Summer Returns

Prarese was ushered out of the office carrying a pile of books and several rolls of parchment—her summer homework, even more than last year.

Professor Snape seemed to have swallowed a ton of gunpowder; his words were laced with barbs. Prareus almost suspected that this man was going to revoke his privilege of not returning to the monastery for the summer holidays.

Thankfully, he didn't, and Prarese was able to reach her loyal Diagon Alley!

“Pry, I’m so glad to see you at this time,” old Tom said sadly, standing behind the counter. “After hearing what happened at Hogwarts, oh, I just can’t imagine what you’re going to do!”

“Although I loathe death, Tom, when it comes, none of us can escape it. It’s a shame I’m still standing here, as tenacious as a cockroach,” Praris said with a laugh. “So, you should buy me a drink to celebrate my coming alive before you.”

Heidi bluntly exposed her: "Tom, don't listen to her, this kid is just trying to get a drink."

Praris abruptly turned to look at the number one novel fan in Diagon Alley: "Heidi, you should have some conscience, otherwise the author you're following who's stopped updating won't suddenly discover his conscience locked in a wooden box."

“Well, Tom, you see, I can’t refuse. I’ll buy Little Ply a cider.” Heidi looked at Tom with surprise and helplessness.

Cider is a type of cider popular in England, with an alcohol content of no more than 8%. It is often used by parents to appease children who are acting like adults.

A large part of Diagon Alley’s clientele consists of young wizards and the witches who take them out, so Tom makes the cider sweet to suit the tastes of women and children.

Therefore, Praris was very satisfied and savored a glass.

She planned to write this in a letter and tell Millison and Pansy so they could try it when school started.

Not long after, Miss Winnie arrived.

After hearing Heidi's story of being tricked, Miss Winnie mercilessly mocked her: "Heidi, how dare you mess with her? You can't stop Pry from doing something. When she wants a free drink, if you don't let Tom treat her, then she'll have to treat herself."

Heidi, trying to save face, said confidently, "What do you know? I'm doing this to accumulate good karma!"

After chatting for a while, Winnie and Praris found a table to talk alone.

Miss Winnie twirled her golden curls with her fingers: "Malfoy wanted to get rid of Dumbledore at the board meeting, but when Ginny Weasley got into trouble, the board brought Dumbledore back."

Prareas was taken aback for a moment, then quickly realized it was quite normal. Draco had been advocating for Slytherin to replace the headmaster with Professor Snape for some time.

She had to admit that her self-preservation tactics and pathetic kindness had, to some extent, damaged the interests of the Slytherin faction.

She sighed: "Power without strength is meaningless. The glorious days of Slytherin are over."

After all, the previous generation of Slytherin leaders were gone, and the Slytherin elites were all stuck in Azkaban, leaving only Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape as allies.

Although the Malfoys wielded more power in the Ministry of Magic than the Weasleys of Dumbledore's faction, Professor Snape would have a hard time contending with the world's most powerful white wizard.

Professor Snape was already outstanding among his peers, but compared to Dumbledore, he was still too young.

Winnie nodded: "Unless Dumbledore is gone, Slytherin will hardly ever have the upper hand."

“And then there’s Potter,” Praris said. “He did an excellent job in the Chamber of Secrets incident. He was very talented, courageous, and intelligent. Although his magical skills were a bit lacking, it’s said that he pulled out the sword of Gryffindor.”

Winnie laughed: "You're a Slytherin, why are you praising Gryffindor here?"

"You're Ravenclaw, who hates Malfoy, and you're here trying to figure out a way out for Slytherin?" Praris retorted.

Winnie couldn't take it anymore and burst into laughter: "We should talk less about politics. Come on, let's find a place to test your improved spell. Let the former first appraiser of the Experimental Spells Committee examine your new spell."

"Winnie, you're amazing!" Praris said, following closely behind her.

“Of course!” Winnie’s proud voice drifted on the wind.

As it was getting dark, Winnie strode open Ms. Prim's door and said matter-of-factly, "Prim, I'm dying of thirst! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Then he grabbed the cup on the table and poured it into his mouth.

Praris, with his sharp eyes, noticed the cartoon head of Ms. Prie on the cup and gestured to the lady.

Ms. Priscilla had obviously seen it too, and shook her head, looking helpless: "Darling, why are you so late?"

It seems that the habit of the free first appraiser creating things haphazardly has completely undermined Ms. Prie's principles.

"I really want to be a teacher at Hogwarts!" Winnie exclaimed, sprawling on the sofa and kicking off her boots. "Teaching Pry feels so good!"

Praris blinked and tilted his head: "No, you don't want to."

Hogwarts not only has bright students like Prares and Granger, but also students like Marcus and Longbottom who are almost geniuses.

Ms. Priscilla walked to the door and flipped the status board that Winnie had just knocked over back to the "Temporarily Closed" side: "My dear little Priscilla, you're right. Look, Hogwarts hasn't had a peaceful day in the last two years. It always gives me a bad feeling."