HP North Star's Radiance

He encountered some things, perhaps many things, that gradually destroyed his expectations for the future.

Lupin is a type of lupin, and the flower language of lupin is bitterness.

These thoughts flashed through Praris's mind in just one second.

She glanced at the other teachers and was surprised to see their dean's uncontrollable, hateful expression.

Professor Snape was a reserved person, especially when Dumbledore and Prader were present. He seemed aware of Prader's special status and was unwilling to reveal too much of his thoughts in front of her.

But now he seems to have completely forgotten about it, focusing intently on the new professor and making no attempt to hide his malice.

Prarese was very interested in this, although she probably wouldn't have time to observe the two teachers this semester.

Then, Dumbledore announced that Hagrid would become the new professor of the Department of Protecting Magical Creatures.

The Gryffindors clapped excitedly, while the Slytherins looked at each other blankly.

“I regret choosing the Fantastic Beasts Protection class,” Pansy said unhappily.

“These days, anyone can be a teacher,” Draco scoffed.

Praris exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't that right? Lockhart was our teacher."

Several Slytherins choked on their own saliva.

Lockhart's true colors were revealed at the end of last semester, but he was struck by his own forgetting spell, forgetting what he had done and losing his job and the false honors he had once received.

A lie is a lie; no matter how many lies you pile up to cover it up, it can never become the truth.

Regardless of how the students viewed the new teachers, the celebration banquet for the start of the new semester proceeded as scheduled.

Marcus patted Terence on the shoulder, and the brown-haired young man nodded, stood up, and ran to the back of the table where the freshmen were sitting to tell them something.

Terence was Marcus's former teammate and is now Marcus's successor.

The next morning, Prarese walked to the auditorium as usual, her shoulder bag bulging, filled with homework and textbooks.

Draco exaggeratedly described to them how Potter had been terrified by the Dementors, gesturing wildly as if he had actually witnessed the scene.

Pansy remained cooperative; although she had fallen for someone else, she still retained the habit of playing the straight man.

"Really! Is he as bold as a rat?" Pansy said with a chuckle.

Draco walked backwards: "I guess no, maybe the size of a rat dropping! Look, here comes cowardly Potter. Do you want to see how scared he gets?"

After saying that, Draco immediately pretended to faint. The Slytherins all burst into laughter.

Praris didn't understand what was so funny. He wasn't acting at all; he wasn't sweating, nauseous, or having dilated pupils, and his breathing wasn't even significantly different.

Potter looked terrible; he almost lunged forward, but Granger stopped him, saying, "Don't do that, just ignore him, it's not worth it..."

Granger's gaze met Praris's, who was standing next to Draco. Praris stared at her calmly, his expression unchanged.

Pansy suddenly rushed up and pulled Praris behind her: "Hey, what are you looking at! Potter! The Dementors are coming! Hehehe!"

Granger pulled Porter away, but Pansy was still holding Praris's hand.

Millison asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

Praris shook her head: "Millie, nothing. Granger didn't do anything, Pansy, you can let it go."

“Do you think I’m helping you?” Pansy snorted twice. “I’d still laugh at Potter even without you.”

“I know,” Prarese said.

Pansy was displeased. She pulled out a chair with a screech and sat down heavily.

Prareas knew, of course, that Pansy would laugh at Potter, even without him.

Pansy is a very conformist and hard-to-change person, and she is still in a group like Slytherin.

She echoed Draco's sentiments when she liked him, and continued to do so even when she no longer did. She used to like Draco, and the people she chose later still resembled him. She did exactly what Draco did. She did exactly what the Slytherins did.

She felt very insecure, so she chose a relatively safe path—like everyone else—and went down that path until someone tapped her on the shoulder and told her she was on the wrong track.

Draco, unusually observant, noticed Pansy's sullen expression and said, "Don't look so grumpy. How about I give you a performance of Potter scaring you to death?"

Pansy had been holding her anger in until Praris noticed, but now she was completely amused by Draco and angrily threw her bag at him: "Idiot!"

“Well, there’s nothing I can do about it. I can’t think of anything funnier than this,” Draco said, shrugging. “What do you think, Praris? This is your mess, you should deal with it yourself.”

Prarese thought, but pulling her behind him wasn't in Pansy's nature. Wasn't it?

Praris swallowed a piece of sausage and met Pansy's eyes: "Of course—Pansy, thank you. I mean, it feels good to be behind you."

Pansy's face flushed red instantly, and she stammered, "Who's angry? You two stop fooling around and hurry up and eat. Pry's classes are almost full today!"

Yes, Praris's classes are full today, and she will be spending a lot of time traveling between classrooms for a long time to come.

Professor Snape even called her into his office last semester because of this.

"What are you doing?" Professor Snape said with a mocking laugh. "Perhaps I should think you're trying to be a carbon copy of Granger? Well, you're missing a head of fluffy hair and a know-it-all attitude."

Praris lowered his head and said methodically, "Professor, I didn't mean to compare myself with anyone. I just have the ability and don't want to miss out on learning new knowledge. My schedule doesn't conflict with anyone's, and I'm capable enough to complete the schedule."

“Ha, new knowledge,” Snape raised an eyebrow. “Like getting a perfect score on Lockhart’s test, such tasteless knowledge? Your schedule looks more like self-harm, and you’ll find that after spending so much time, the knowledge you gain is as laughable as knowing Lockhart’s favorite color.”

Pralis's lips twitched uncontrollably. If Draco had said those words, he would have had a seven-colored head. But the person standing here was one of her most respected teachers.

Praris took a deep breath: "Professor, you're right. But you know, many teachers at the school are truly capable, such as the four deans, including yourself. Perhaps some courses aren't suitable for me, or perhaps some teachers have rather unique styles, but at least I need to experience them before deciding whether to give up. If what you mind is lacking an assistant—"

“Oh, how interesting,” Snape interrupted her without hesitation. “If I heard me right, my work of more than a decade is going to be thrown into chaos next semester because of the absence of a third-year student, or do you think you’re that important?”

“No, Professor, I didn’t mean that at all,” Prarese swore she didn’t mean that; she meant she could come and help over the weekend.

“That makes me very happy.” Though he said this, Snape’s expression did not change at all. “Your professor wants you to abandon this plan before he has to go to Mrs. Pomfrey’s to visit his overloaded students.”

"but--"

"I look forward to seeing your plans to withdraw from two courses in the office before Halloween."

Well, anyway, after Prarese's reasoned arguments, Professor Snape temporarily accepted her plan, even though it wouldn't last until Halloween.

Ms. Sprout comforted her, “I know you’re a bright child, but you can think about it more. It’s true that the course is too full. There are some courses you can complete through self-study, and you can still attend the corresponding Owls. Severus isn’t very good at expressing himself, but he does care about you.”

So Praris started her busy day on the first day of the new semester.

The first elective she took was Ancient Runic Studies, taught by Professor Baburin. They used a book called "The Runic Dictionary" as a reference.

Runes are a script that Muggles no longer use, but wizards would carve runes on tools, sprinkle them with blood, and use them to activate magic.

Rune graphics are abstract, and some are quite similar. For example, the numbers "5" and "8" both look like spiders, except one has five legs and the other has two. The number "1" looks like a unicorn, and the number "6" looks like a lizard.

Of course, the meanings of these characters are much richer than what they appear on the surface. For example, the lizard is the number "6" because it is a creature that can only live for six hours without fire, so it represents the number "6".

Draco also took the course; he was very interested in the ancient runic magical texts. More specifically, he wanted to read some ancient runic books on his own.

But Professor Bablin was always rambling on in class, as if she were never thirsty. Perhaps some would think it was a good thing that she was so quick to think, but that would be naive; her thoughts would wander and drift miles off into the distance.

In addition, Professor Bablin speaks as if she has something in her mouth, so you need to search for the knowledge you really need to learn from her indistinct voice and tons of nonsense.

This was a real challenge for Praris; she had to get her brain to kick all that nonsense out of it.

Draco propped his head up with one hand: "I really want to tell her that eating is not allowed in class."

Praris glared at him: "She's already been talking enough, do you still want to fill in the gaps?"

Draco crossed his arms in front of him, indicating that he was silencing himself. He was cheeky and liked to tease people, but he knew what would really annoy Pralis—disturbing her when she was studying or thinking.

Another interesting course was arithmetic divination, taught by Professor Victor.

Arithmetic divination is based on numerology. Victor believes that numbers have a spirit, and that arithmetic divination is a rigorous discipline that uses numbers to predict the future.

Wizards believe that names have magical power, and divination through names is the most basic form of divination. There are also more difficult divination methods after that.

Pralis never believed in these mystical things, as evidenced by her conversation with the Sorting Hat when she entered the school.

But she couldn't help but calculate it for herself after class, and the number she got was 274.

This means that she is communicative, imaginative, and creative, but it also means that she is very contradictory, because 2 is a contradictory number.

Praris nodded in agreement. Yes, that's how she makes sense! As for any conflicts, she doesn't see them!

In terms of numerology, she is intelligent and insightful, but this also indicates that she is pessimistic, sarcastic, and insecure.

Praris paused for a moment, then stubbornly ignored the second half again. Yes, she was a smart child.

Finally, the social numbers indicate that she is very diligent in her outward appearance, but also that she is extremely stubborn.

Praris stood up, looking disdainfully at his arithmetic and divination textbook.

As expected, divination is inaccurate. The interpretations of these numbers are extremely broad; anyone could probably apply them to anything. She could learn how to use them, but she wouldn't believe in them.

The class in between these two lessons was Transfiguration, and this time the Transfiguration was particularly advanced; Professor McGonagall transformed herself into a tabby cat.

She called it Animagus, and the wizard who could turn into an animal was called Animagus.

To be honest, this is extremely difficult. The difficulty lies not in the technical or intellectual aspects, but in the fact that the process cannot be interrupted. Once interrupted, you have to start over, and once the progress is interrupted, you have to go back to the previous step.

After three classes in the morning, Praris was finally able to eat something.

Today the kitchen is making Irish stew, with the lamb stewed until it's incredibly tender. It would be so comforting to eat in winter. Of course, it's also quite delicious on a rainy day like this.

Chapter 45 The Hippogriff

Unfortunately, nobody cared about the delicious stew; everyone was busy with their usual Hogwarts routine: watching Potter's antics.

"Is this some kind of Slytherin-specific side dish? Does it taste even better with Potter news?" Praris couldn't help but say.

Draco raised an eyebrow and said, "Potter has to thank us for making him so famous! You can't imagine how disappointed I was when I learned that Potter was prophesied to die. What should we talk about over dinner?"

“Then you can rest easy,” Marcus said. “Trelawney predicts the omens of several students’ deaths every year, and none of them have ever actually died.”

Draco snorted: "Then I'm even more disappointed."

Praris pulled out a timetable from her bag: "Looks like you have something even more regrettable. You signed up for the Magical Creatures Protection class, right?"

"Don't talk about this while we're eating!" Draco said angrily. "That book is like a rabid dog that bites people. Who would use it as a textbook? It's like how he used to keep dangerous animals at school; he only feels it's worth it when they've bitten a few people to death!"

In the afternoon, the rain that had been drizzling since yesterday stopped, but the sky was still overcast, and the grassy slope felt sticky and muddy.

The weather was a bit muggy, so Praris took off his wizard robe and stuffed it into his satchel.

Milison and Daphne also took off their wizard robes and stuffed them into Praris's bag.

Pansy looked at the three of them with disdain: "No way! Who knows what that half-giant is planning to do? What if he gets my shirt dirty?"