HP North Star's Radiance

"Whatever you want from me, I'll just tell you, you'll get nothing. A teacher, no matter how excellent he aspires to be, must prioritize the safety of his students. If he can't control everything, then he shouldn't be doing it."

Prarese shoved the long letter into the envelope and scoffed. She thought Granger was a bit smarter than the others, at least a talent worth recruiting, but in reality, Granger was no more impulsive than the other Gryffindors, and even ridiculously naive.

On Thursday morning, Draco, who had been feigning illness for several days, finally swaggered in halfway through a Potions class.

He would use the excuse of his arm to get Weasley to cut the roots of daisies for him, and then use the same excuse to get Potter to peel figs for him, all while grinning broadly.

Prarese thought that if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't do it, Mrs. Pomfrey would have kicked this guy out of the medical room long ago.

But she didn't stop Draco's willfulness. It was a feud between Draco and the two of them, so what did it have to do with her?

She quickly finished making the shrinking potion, then turned to look at Millie and the others to prevent them from making a mistake.

“Look at Longbottom,” Millison said. “He’s about to cry. The professor is about to feed his lousy potion to his toad.”

“It’s a toad,” Praris corrected her. “What is he afraid of? The professor won’t really let his toad die. It might unlock his potential. When Marcus made me accelerate headfirst in the air, I thought I was going to crash into the castle wall, and then I learned how to make silky turns.”

Milison, however, empathized quite a bit: "If I were to feed it to Nina, I would cry myself to death even if Nina didn't die."

Praris nodded: "You're right. If I, a first-year student, were to give you the medicine I've made, I would check it several times."

"Just checking it a few more times?"

"Otherwise what? Even if there's something wrong with the potion, Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey will save you."

"The professor seems to dislike him."

Prarese corrected, "Not just him, but also Porter and his friends."

When get out of class ended, the professor actually fed the toad the potion that Longbottom had made, and the toad named Raffles successfully turned into a tadpole.

Milison nudged her and said in surprise, "Merlin, this really can unleash potential! Why did I need to know this? I'm afraid I'll do something that will betray Nina if I can't keep up with my final exams."

Praris shook his head and simply said, "You can't do it. Nina is your life. See, just like I said, the professor was prepared all along."

Professor Snape took a small bottle out of his pocket and poured it on Lucky, who then turned back into a toad.

Professor Snape said expressionlessly, "Gryffindor, deduct five points."

Gryffindor was deducted five points for Granger's generous help to his friend.

"How did you figure that out?" asked the silly boy, Milison, with a puzzled look.

Praris said with a hint of amusement, "Well, it's simple. You'd be surprised if Crabbe wrote a paper of the same caliber as Draco."

You mean?

Prarese said, "His medication is working correctly, with only a few minor, harmless issues. His grandmother would be very pleased if he could maintain this level of behavior in class."

Millison asked, "I don't understand why he can't do it in class but can now do it by doing Granger's instructions. Is Granger a better lecturer than Professor Snape?"

“Marcus was able to graduate smoothly even after listening to my lectures, which doesn’t mean that Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, or even Professor Snape are inferior to me. Do you think it’s possible for me to tutor Marcus alone, or for Professor Snape to lecture Longbottom alone?”

"Also, Professor Snape assigned me a lot of papers last semester, but he would never let anyone else do the same. His lectures are geared towards the majority of students, and Longbottom and I are outside the majority, just in different directions."

"And, there's no denying that Longbottom is afraid of the professor."

What Prarese didn't say was that she never explained the deeper principles when teaching Marcus; she only told him how to do it. This is a learning habit that is not conducive to long-term development, but Granger's help enabled Marcus to graduate for the same reason.

Milison suddenly realized: "I see—you don't have class next period?"

"Yes, but I have Muggle Studies, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Herbalism in the afternoon."

Prareas patted her handbag, the solid sound making it seem like she was about to slouch it. Millison decided to give Prareas a backpack with more space for Christmas.

The Muggle Studies class is taught by Professor Bubbaji, who likes Muggles but doesn't know much about them. Praris, having lived in the Muggle world for at least six years, can assure her that.

For example, although Bubbaje really likes Muggles, when comparing football and Quidditch, she thinks Muggle football is actually inferior to Quidditch because wizards can fly while playing, while Muggles can't.

Chapter 47 The Moon

Prarese disagreed with this view, stating, "Muggle sports also emphasize entertainment, which allows Muggles to see all the players just by looking at the ground. When I watch Quidditch, ma'am, forgive me, I often spend ages looking through binoculars in the sky and still can't find where some players are."

That's an exaggeration. It's true that many spectators couldn't find the contestants, but she could see them perfectly well. She was just holding up her binoculars and shaking her head like a silly goose. That was so stupid.

After finishing her first Muggle Studies class, she added it to her list of subjects to be taught to Professor Snape without hesitation.

As for passing the OWLS corresponding to this course, it is a purely theoretical course, and she feels that she can remember the wizards' views by relying solely on her memory.

Although she no longer attends classes, she has established some research connections with Professor Bubbaji, and they both hope to continue exploring the similarities and differences between the Muggle world and the wizarding world in the future.

Praris also envisioned creating a live screen broadcast of Hogwarts Quidditch matches, with a dedicated wizard amplifying key and exciting moments.

Praris hurried downstairs, rushing to her Defense Against the Dark Arts class, silently praying that her troubled teacher, Remus Lupin, would have some real skill to offer.

That was what she thought at least a minute ago, although those thoughts quickly faded from her mind, turning into anger.

She walked slower and slower until she finally stopped, standing by the stairs and glaring at the Gryffindors coming down.

No one could bear such a gaze. Her pupils were very dark. When she stared at someone like that, you would think of the dark, unlit bottom of a black lake.

The Gryffindor students all walked around Prareas, but she simply turned her gaze away with a sullen face.

As mentioned before, Praris sometimes passively receives information, even if she is just passing by and does not specifically listen or look at it.

The Gryffindors were laughing and joking as they talked about what had happened in the last class.

The new professor had a knack for giving his students a rare, serious practical lesson. He had them challenge the boggles in the closet, to overcome their inner fears with joy.

That sounds good, if it weren't for the fact that some people's Boggart is Professor Snape and his "funny" is about making the professor wear his grandmother's clothes.

Oh, I can understand that, right?

Professor Snape had just criticized Longbottom and used his pet toad as a test subject, so he couldn't help but be afraid of Professor Snape. Then there was his grandmother; Prader knew he and his grandmother were each other's only family, she had known that since their first-year Remembrance Ball days.

Moreover, Longbottom is a Gryffindor.

Slytherins, or rather Draco, offended Hagrid in the Magical Creatures Protection class, so it's perfectly reasonable for the Gryffindors to now offend Professor Snape.

Everything was reasonable, but what was equally unavoidable was that Praris couldn't suppress her anger.

Prarese genuinely respected any professor, even the pretentious and annoying Lockhart, whom she could brush off with her rudeness; and even the eccentric Hagrid, whom she could ignore.

Professor Snape was different from all the professors she knew. He had been kind to her in every sense of the word, from guiding her in her first year to his selfless teaching and his generous permission to spend the summer in Diagon Alley.

He might have been a bit sharp-tongued, but no one could deny his erudition, nor could they erase the knowledge and power he genuinely imparted to his students. After all, many students learned their "Expelliarmus" techniques from Professor Snape at the Duel Club.

Even more indelible is his influence on Praris.

When Prarese stood in the classroom, she had rolled up both sleeves of her shirt.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze following the new professor.

“What’s so interesting about this poor wretch?” Draco said, placing a hand on her shoulder and moving his head along with hers.

Praris nudged his loosely placed hand away with his shoulder and said, "Stop messing around, I'm busy!"

She wouldn't retaliate against Longbottom; his fears were uncontrollable. But Prarese believed Lupin should at least respect his colleague and shouldn't have incited Longbottom to offend a professor.

If he cannot respect others, then he cannot earn Praris's respect.

This was the first time Pralis had used her full mental capacity to piece together all the fragmented, loose, and scattered things about Remus Lupin that had fallen into her memory. She dismantled and crushed every detail about Lupin himself standing before her, analyzing it thoroughly bit by bit.

Lupin, who was speaking to the students, seemed to feel a little cold and rubbed his arms.

Aha, Prarese revealed a malicious smile for the first time, her expression so cold and so confident.

No one in the world is an island; no one exists in isolation.

Remus Lupin was in poor health and carried a lot of chocolate with him. He had contracted a disease or was in a state of chronic illness.

Hogwarts Castle provides professors with both silver and bronze plates for their meals; he placed the silver plate underneath and opted to use the bronze plate instead.

Even if people aren't using another plate, they generally wouldn't choose to put it underneath; instead, they'd move it to the side. This is because putting an extra plate underneath makes the plate slippery, making it inconvenient to use the knife and fork.

Silverware and silver discs?

The Great Hall at Hogwarts was decorated with stars and the moon for the start of the school year. Several times his gaze would fall on the moon before he would quickly look away, even though it was a crescent moon.

When I went to hand in my assignment at the beginning of the semester, there were some new research materials about werewolves and wolfsbane potions on the professor's desk and bookshelves. Don't doubt it, no one knows the layout of the potions office better than Praris; she could even notice changes in the professor's door lock.

Most things are not secrets to her; the only difference is whether she is interested or willing to put in the effort to think about them.

Prarese didn't notice the look in the professor's eyes when he looked at Remus Lupin very closely, but now he realizes it contained not only hatred but also a barely perceptible pity.

Werewolves, Level XXXXX magical creatures, extremely dangerous.

Wolfsbane, invented by Damocles.

This potion was extremely expensive, enough to push the teacher to the brink of poverty, matching his dire circumstances. His werewolf identity also kept him out of high-paying jobs and ostracized by normal wizarding society.

Werewolves cannot control their behavior when they transform, but they are fully aware of what they have done when they wake up. This is the kind of mental torment this professor experienced.

Such a dangerous individual entering the school could have very negative consequences if left unchecked. So the professor began researching a wolfsbane potion to ensure the werewolf wouldn't go berserk on the night of the full moon.

So—forgive her, she's just a vengeful little girl.

Lupin led the students to the far end of the room, where there was a dilapidated wardrobe. As they approached the wardrobe, they heard thumping sounds coming from inside.

Lupin introduced the Boggart to the Slytherin students, asking them what a Boggart was and explaining the spell to break it. Finally, he had the students line up one by one to confront their inner fears.

Praris nudged Draco: "I want to go last, is that okay?"

Generally speaking, persuading Draco is equivalent to persuading the vast majority of Slytherins.

“I didn’t realize—” Draco drawled, “that you can be afraid too. I’m really curious what you’re afraid of.”

Praris slapped him on the shoulder: "Just tell me if it's okay or not!"

Draco reached out and touched the spot where he had been slapped, looking displeased. "Do you think I have the right to refuse? Stay away from Bersd, your grip is getting stronger and stronger."

After saying that, while the students were walking around, he pulled Praris aside and shoved her to the very end of the line, next to a low cabinet.

The Slytherin girl in front of her looked nervous, wishing she could disappear into the ground and avoid the class. But when she saw Draco Malfoy approaching, she swallowed her words.

The first person to demonstrate was Daphne, and Boggart transformed into a hairy Tibetan Yeti.

Praris watched in bewilderment as Daphne transformed the Tibetan snowman into a festive, immobile, non-eating Christmas snowman, wondering: She said there are no snowmen in Scotland!

Daphne's demonstration was excellent, and the team moved forward one by one.

Praris stopped looking at what other people's Boggarts were and closed his eyes to start fantasizing.

Many people don't understand their own brains, and Prarese believes she doesn't understand them much either, but it is indeed her most loyal and trustworthy companion.

She abandoned all other thoughts and focused solely on fantasy. She fantasized about her fears, her fears, a full moon. It was difficult, but Prarese could do it; her mind was her most reliable confidant.