HP North Star's Radiance

Harry's gaze met that of Praris Prince, who was leaning against the counter with an empty cup in her hand. Her eyes were still as dark as the night, just like when he first stood in front of the Hogwarts Train.

Sweet dreams.

Prarese raised his glass, said something to Potter, and then turned and went upstairs.

Harry didn't know why Prince was at the Leaky Cauldron, but he suspected that his classmate's blessing to him would not come true.

The girl was the first one Harry saw when he boarded the Hogwarts Express, and now he's praising his aunt to the skies. She might also be the last wizard he sees in the magical world—he's sure to be expelled from Hogwarts.

Praris sat in front of the fireplace reading a book that Pansy had sent her—a book about Norse wizard legends.

She had wanted to learn more about her Nordic-born London Sunny Boy, so she bought a bunch of books by Nordic wizards, only to discover that her boy was actually born in Germany.

Pansy was stunned; all the books she had bought were for nothing!

So, these unused books were given to Praris as bedtime stories.

While she was asleep, Praris vaguely heard the door of number twelve next door slam shut.

No need to guess, it's Harry Potter; he's going to be her "neighbor."

At ten o'clock in the morning, Praris reached out from under the covers and pressed the alarm clock. It was a gift from Winnie, a little chick alarm clock that would run around the house clucking if she didn't get out of bed.

She struggled to her feet, her toothbrush automatically coated with toothpaste and flew into her mouth to brush, her towel flew to the tap to get wet and wring it out, and her comb automatically straightened her hair. Then, she closed her eyes, sat in front of the mirror, and began to manually style her hair.

Five minutes later, Praris came downstairs in a daze, vaguely picked up the breakfast Tom had left on the counter, sat down and gulped down a big mouthful of black tea.

Harry watched Prince walk past him like a sleepwalker, then suddenly opened his eyes after taking a sip of his tea: "You put sugar in it, Tom!"

"Oh!" Tom slapped his forehead. "I gave you the wrong one, that's Harry's!"

Praris shook his head, picked up the bread, and stood up: "It's okay, I understand, you're getting old."

Tom nodded in agreement: "That's right. Would you like to change your drink?"

"Oh no, I have to go now. See you tonight, Tom."

"See you tonight, Little Pley."

Harry's eyes followed her as she ran around, and after a while he asked, "Tom, I mean, has she always lived here?"

Tom chuckled twice, without answering Harry's question: "Little Pry is our good friend."

In the days that followed, Harry spent a rather happy time in Diagon Alley and also discovered a side of his classmate that no one else knew.

Everyone in Diagon Alley knows Priscilla, although no one can say exactly when she arrived; in any case, she appeared in Diagon Alley one day.

She would stay at the Leaky Cauldron during the summer holidays, and most of the owners assumed she was the daughter of the owner of Primpurnell Beauty Salon.

"He must be Purnell's apprentice!"

"Isn't Pryce Purnell's child?"

"Pernell's relative's child!"

"Isn't he Brown's child?"

Prince was just as mysterious as he was at school, and unlike that night, she didn't want to talk to him at all.

Harry thought it might be because she was a Slytherin, or because of the secret they kept in front of the library during their first year, or because she warned Hermione to be careful of Ginny last semester, and he and Ron chose not to believe her.

Despite feeling a little awkward, Harry kind of liked the feeling. He was thinking that she didn't treat him like some important person, did she? Nor did she look down on him or target him.

From the moment he arrived in the wizarding world, all the wizards loved to stare at him and make a fuss. Although Harry was used to this, being treated like a normal passerby was still a shock—

This feeling is something I haven't experienced in a long time.

Prarese met Heidi at the bookstore, where the young lady was hesitating in front of Flourish and Blotts.

"What's wrong?" Prareas asked, standing behind her, wondering what she was looking at. "So tense, did Fox update?"

Heidi said in a shrill voice, "If Fox gets an update, I'll go through fire and water for them!"

After a moment, Heidi muttered, "Banlin has gone crazy for some reason and brought in a bunch of 'Monster Books of Monsters.' I'm afraid of getting bitten, so I don't dare go in."

“That’s the textbook for Hogwarts’ Conservation of Magical Creatures class this year,” Prarees said.

Heidi choked up for a moment: "So many years have passed, how come Professor Kettleburn is even wilder than before?"

Sylvanas Kettleburn, the teacher of the Magical Creatures class at Hogwarts. Prarees once traded a book of poems for the bird-snake feather as an apology to Harry Potter.

“It’s not Professor Kettleburn’s,” Prarese said, hands in his pockets. “He only has one arm; he can’t hold down the monster book. Besides, he’s about to retire, so it looks like this is the new professor’s request.”

“I don’t care—good Pry, good Pry, I want to read new novels! You definitely know how to handle them.”

Prarese couldn't stand her like this! Heidi was at least twice Prarese's age!

“Of course I can’t handle it,” Praris said matter-of-factly. “Do you think I’m omniscient and omnipotent?”

"You're not omniscient?" Heidi said in surprise. "Professor Flitwick said your knowledge far surpasses that of your peers, and is beyond the reach of ordinary people."

Praris choked for a moment: "Thank you for the compliment, Professor Flitwick, but the child really isn't up to it. Are you from Ravenclaw?"

“Doesn’t it look like it?” Heidi said proudly, puffing out her chest.

“It’s so similar, so very similar,” Praris said silently, taking two steps back.

That's right, that's how you Ravenlocks are.

Quirrell of Ravenclaw: Pursuing knowledge to the point of stealing Dumbledore's Philosopher's Stone; Lockhart of Ravenclaw: Using all his intelligence to apply other people's experiences to himself; Winnie of Ravenclaw: A former spell examiner at the Ministry of Magic who makes a fortune by doing household spells and writing fantasy novels for Muggles; Heidi of Ravenclaw: Using all her intelligence to read novels and bully children.

Praris waved his hand: "Heidi, I recommend a set of Muggle novels to you, they're really good."

Winnie's novels are a match for Heidi, so let your Ravenclaws produce and consume their own!

Heidi's eyes lit up, and she ran off happily, probably to find the Muggle bookstore.

Good news! Ravenclaw's production and sales chain has formed a closed loop!

Praliss was also there to buy books; she had registered for every elective she could. Fortunately, unlike Granger, who had conflicting course selections, she was able to register for all the Slytherin electives without any conflicts. Unfortunately, buying books cost her a considerable sum of money.

Praris really wanted to yell, "Lockhart! Liar! Give me my money back!"

Fortunately, the half-blood prince's Christmas gift to her was still the incredibly cost-effective Galleon. With the tips from the two professors and Ms. Priscilla's salary, she was able to buy all the books she needed and still have some Galleon left over.

Praris couldn't help but feel that he had truly grown up on the charity of many families.

In any case, summer feels long when you're spending it, but when summer vacation ends, it feels like it ended way too fast, and you still feel like you've had a long time to savor it.

Praris couldn't help but wonder if the feeling of happiness and happiness itself are always misaligned?

On the first day of school, Praris got up early and ran into Harry Potter and the Weasleys, who were getting ready to leave.

They showed no expression when they saw her, until they noticed the green collar on her magic robe.

Tom was quite pleased and grinned as he said to her, "Happy new school term, kid! You'd better take my sandwich with you!"

"Oh, of course, I won't forget."

Meanwhile, the Weasleys were whispering amongst themselves. Their parents, who had clearly never met Prasles before, were quietly asking Harry and the others if they knew her and whether they wanted to bring her along.

“She’s from Slytherin,” Ron said.

Harry whispered, "But she never bullied anyone."

“I didn’t say she was bullying people,” Ron said.

“Who said that?” George said.

Fred said, "She could shut Malfoy up."

“That’s so cool,” George said.

Unaware of their conversation, Praris stood at the entrance of the Leaky Cauldron and knocked on Winnie's car window: "Hey, beautiful, all alone?"

Chapter 43 Astoria

Winnie rolled down the car window and said with a grin, "My mom's not home, get in the car!"

"This is so exciting, I'm coming right now."

Praris went around to the trunk, put the luggage in, and then returned to the passenger seat.

Winnie is a true Diagon Alley driving legend. She drives fast and aggressively, loves overtaking, and doesn't let others overtake her. She's always on high alert, constantly swearing and watching her surroundings.

Because of her considerable literary knowledge, Winnie's cursing has a rhythmic quality; someone unfamiliar with her might mistake it for a poetry recitation.

When Prarese got off the train, she glanced at the clock at King's Cross Station and realized she was almost half an hour ahead of old Tom.

That's really exciting!

Praris, leaning against the car door, almost vomited: "Is swearing how you speed up the car?"

"Pretty much," Winnie said, her mouth stretching into a boomerang shape. "I use my mouth as the accelerator; opening and closing it completes one acceleration."

Praris shook her head and picked up her suitcase: "Miss Winnie, I'm really curious how Ms. Prie has survived until now."

Winnie couldn't help but laugh: "It's simple, she never lets me drive when we're together."

“It’s worth learning from. It seems that Ms. Prie not only has excellent judgment but also a strong survival instinct, while I am far from that,” Praris said, her tone filled with regret.

Pralis bid farewell to his unreliable friend Winnie, crossed Platform 9¾, and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

“Prince—” a familiar voice rang out behind Praris.

Praris turned around, her first reaction being, "Who are you?"

"You've been using your brain too much, haven't you?!" Draco said incredulously. "You can't even recognize who I am?"

Praris had actually recognized Draco a long time ago, but all three of them had changed quite a bit, especially Draco, who seemed to have grown up in an instant.

Praris shook his head: "I don't recognize him. Perhaps he's some great alchemist of ideas."

This guy is a pure theoretical master; he's been talking nonsense for two months now, but there's not a single sign that he's going to do anything about it.

Crabbe and Gore exchanged a glance, knowing they couldn't let the two of them continue.

Draco will definitely get angry, and you can't win an argument or a fight. The two of them can't even help him verbally or physically—if they do, Draco will get angry too.

“Prince, have you found a seat?” Crabbe asked.

“We have another one,” Gore said.

Crabbe glared at Goyle. "You want them both in the same carriage? We're not stupid, we're not dumb!"

Praris declined Goyle's offer: "Thank you, but I need to find Millie and Pansy. See you at school."