HP North Star's Radiance

"Otherwise, how can I justify the money I spent on the books!" Heidi declared righteously!

Pansy said dismissively, "Who cares what Grindelwald wears? Anyway, Jacob has no taste in clothes."

"Marcus!" Terence strode toward Marcus Flint, who had already reached the door of the lounge.

He leaned down and said something to Marcus, who replied with a headache, "You're the prefect and I'm the prefect? ​​It's nothing, just be natural."

Praris and the others stopped to see what was happening.

Terence cleared his throat and shouted, "Everyone, return to the auditorium now!"

Marcus covered his face: "Amplification Charm! You're a wizard! Tell them, the Headmaster is hereby giving the order: all Slytherins, return to the Great Hall! Everyone, check that your roommates are all present! Do not go anywhere alone!"

Terence nodded seriously and did as Marcus said.

“Shout it out in the lounge too,” Marcus said.

Terence quickly ran into the lounge.

Marcus saw Praris looking at him and shook his head helplessly.

"It was his first time being a prefect," Prarese said.

“But this isn’t the first time I’ve seen the prefect,” Marcus said.

"Did Miss Selwyn send him over?" Praris asked with a smile.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, as if he had realized something.

Terence didn't know what to do. If the principal or dean had asked him to come, he would have asked what to say first. But he didn't, and instead asked Marcus right away.

Both Selwin and Terence were given this task, but Selwin asked Terence to come over while he stayed in the auditorium to wait for others.

Perhaps the conversation went something like this: Selwin asked Terence to inform everyone while he stayed behind to take roll call. Terence said he didn't know what to say. Selwin would then say, "Marcus went back to the common room; just ask him when you get there."

Marcus's voice was deep and gruff: "That means Selwyn is smart enough."

Prarese gradually came to understand Professor Snape's second choice. Both of them were among the better students in their grade; Terence was responsible but not cunning enough, while Selwin was very clever but not sticky.

Selwin seems better, but in any position, there are always responsibilities that cannot be shirked and must be addressed. They both need to learn from each other what they lack while serving as prefects.

Especially Terence.

Upon arriving at the auditorium, all the students were confused, wondering why the principal had suddenly called them all back.

Dumbledore had Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick wave all the doors of the Great Hall shut and announced that the castle would be thoroughly searched.

Therefore, the students had to spend the night in the auditorium.

Chapter 51 Argument

“I won,” Draco said, head held high. “I knew this would happen. Something big happened on Halloween Eve.”

Daphne was fixing herself in front of the mirror: "Please, Draco, we all knew this would happen."

Percy Weasley tried to stop the conversation: "Everyone, no one is allowed to talk! You should all go to sleep! Lights out in ten minutes!"

Draco sneered, "Perhaps becoming the student council president is the greatest honor of his life, making him cherish this opportunity to show off."

Praris ignored him; she was undoing her hair and combing it out. As she combed, she looked around. Milison had just been here, but now he was nowhere to be seen.

Thinking of Milison, she just then crouched down and stepped through the crowd, jogging all the way to the seat next to Praris.

As soon as Millison sat down, he said, “I went to Miss Farley’s. The former Hufflepuff prefect told her that Sirius Black tried to force his way into Gryffindor and terrified the Fat Lady.”

"Why did Sirius Black storm Gryffindor?" Prareas asked. "Was he going to kill Harry Potter? To nip it in the bud?"

Draco scoffed, "Potter is a coward. He didn't dare avenge his parents. Now that the enemy has come to his door, he can only hide."

“I would only despise him if he went to seek revenge on Sirius,” Praris shook his head. “That would show he has no self-awareness whatsoever.”

"Now you think so highly of him?" Draco suddenly said.

Praris even thought about it seriously for a moment: "He can barely be considered a capable person, but unfortunately he is a Gryffindor."

"Oh."

Draco snorted and picked up his sleeping bag, heading towards Nott and Zabini. Crabbe and Goyle, who had already lain down, quickly got up and followed.

“What’s wrong with him?” Daphne asked, holding up the mirror and frowning.

Pansy rested her chin on Daphne's shoulder, looked at her own face in Daphne's mirror, and said somewhat confusedly, "Pryce pissed Potter off and annoyed him. He hates Gryffindor."

“I didn’t praise Gryffindor,” Prarese defended himself.

“Okay, he hates Potter,” Pansy said, her eyes half-closed, readily agreeing.

Praris shook his head helplessly: "Do you think he'd be happy if I lied?"

"People like white lies, not because they like being deceived, but because they enjoy the favoritism of their peers. Time to sleep, girls."

It was Professor Aurora Sinister, Miss Stella's "friends".

It's not surprising that she's the one maintaining order in Slytherin.

These two men always place bets on every competition, drink during every holiday, watch any excitement, and chatter about any gossip.

Professor Snape warned her more than once to stay away from his students, especially Stuart. This seriously affected the Slytherin House's discipline, even though Slytherin never had such a system.

As soon as Sinesta left, Percy Weasley yelled, "Lights out! Everyone! No talking! Get into your sleeping bags right now!"

Praris fell asleep quickly; she always slept very well and was not at all as excited and curious as the students around her.

For the next few days, the whole school was talking about Sirius Black.

Milison believed he could become invisible, but Daphne reminded her of Dumbledore's words at the beginning of the semester—invisibility was useless against Dementors.

Pansy believes that Hogwarts has a secret passage, like the Chamber of Secrets, and that Sirius might emerge from the passage into the Gryffindor Tower.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Are you saying the castle was breached? That a hole was dug in the middle, and people rushed from the cellar directly to the tower?"

Daphne's face was full of disdain: "But we really have to be careful. This guy has been betraying people his whole life. He betrayed his family when he was in school, and he betrayed his brothers when he grew up. Who knows if he'll betray the Man of Void now and attack Slytherin again?"

"What do you mean?" Milison asked curiously. "My mother never told me these things."

Daphne smiled and said, "Don't tell Draco about this. He doesn't like to talk about these things. Parents usually keep their past to themselves, but there are times when they can't help but reminisce and sigh."

"Sirius Black is the son of the Black family, and Draco's mother, Narcissa, is from this family."

"Almost everyone in this family is a Slytherin, except for Sirius. Sirius was always at odds with his mother and went to Gryffindor when he started school."

"It is said that he and Potter's father were close friends, inseparable, and always playing pranks on others together. Later, the prophecy chose Potter. The couple believed in Sirius Black, so they chose him as their secret keeper."

"Then, as you know, the Potters were killed together."

Millison said in surprise, "That sounds incredible. But Daphne, you seem to look down on him a bit."

“Of course, he’s a sinner who betrayed his own bloodline,” Daphne said viciously.

Prarese said, "Millison meant that she thought you would think he was a reformed man because he betrayed Potter—after all, it meant he followed that one."

Daphne sneered, "No, I despise him even more. What does it matter to me who he follows? He's a two-faced bastard, betraying his bloodline, betraying his family, and in the end, even betraying the friends who trusted him. He's a madman!"

Prarese suddenly realized that her Slytherin classmates were truly an eye-opener for her.

Pansy is purely driven by love. She may appear to support purebloods, but in reality, she only supports the people she likes.

Daphne appears to be a typical Death Eater prospect, but her support for Mystic is merely due to her insistence on pure-blood supremacy. She doesn't care who Sirius supports; she cares more about Sirius betraying his family and bloodline.

To be honest, Prarese's attitude toward these factional viewpoints is ambiguous.

Logically speaking, she was a Slytherin, and her most respected teacher was a Death Eater, so she should have followed those ideas.

But she was a half-blood, the child of a wizard and a Muggle. She didn't have a good life in the Muggle world, yet she didn't hate them; she even felt sorry for Sophia when she met her. She admired the intelligent Muggle witch Hermione, and she even thought Potter was someone worth considering.

I don't necessarily have to do what others approve of, right?

As long as what I do is what I believe is right, it's not a big deal even if it's different from what people around me do, right?

Praris put the rumors at school to the back of her mind and began to focus on her classes and studying the materials her professor had given her.

When Praris actually began researching the wolfsbane potion, he discovered that the students' understanding of potions was actually at a very superficial level: following the steps and mixing the potion. Even Praris himself had only learned more about the potion's properties and mastered more recipes, being able to keenly perceive the appropriate timing for effectiveness and faster preparation.

Of course, this vast amount of knowledge about potions laid a good foundation for her, although it was far from enough.

Failure, failure, and failure again.

Praris tousled his hair in the empty Potions classroom and paced back and forth in agitation.

She took three electives, treated the other two as hobbies, and even squeezed in time to try and successfully brew the wolfsbane potion. She wished she could snatch Granger's time-tamper right now, even though she knew it couldn't delay time.

“You look like a madman,” Draco said, arms crossed, leaning against the doorframe. “What are you researching?”

I have no idea where he came from, how could I run into him like this?

Prareas sighed. "Professor Snape's homework. Aren't you going to practice? Aren't you going to fight Gryffindor?"

Draco swaggered in, sat down in the chair opposite her with his legs wide open, and put his arms outstretched on the table, turning the classroom chair into a sofa in the Slytherin common room.

He chuckled dismissively: "Ha, whether Gryffindor can fight Slytherin depends on whether they can defeat Hufflepuff."

"You've changed your opponents?"

Draco said sarcastically, "Who told Slytherin's Seeker to get injured? It's all their good friend Hagrid's fault for breaking my hand. Now their strategy is useless. They're not facing me, they're facing Cedric Diggory."

"You're afraid of him? So you want to change your opponent?"

"Who's afraid of him, Potter who faints at the mere sight of a Dementor? But you have to admit, using cunning is part of strength. And Gryffindor is utterly inept at that," Draco laughed heartily.

Praris shook his head: "Alright, you're really something. Don't stand here wasting my time. You can see I'm spinning like a top. Let me have some alone time."

"I don't think so."

Draco didn't leave; instead, he sat even more firmly on the ground, as if his buttocks were permanently attached to the chair in the Potions classroom.

He stared intently into Praris's downcast eyes: "You think Potter is better than me, don't you? I know that without you telling me. You always think that way, as if you're blinded by Peeves."

“Us?” Praris couldn’t take it anymore, rolling up the parchment. “Looks like I’m destined to never have a peaceful hour. What are you trying to say? What ‘us’?

Draco seemed to realize his slip of the tongue and tried to change the subject: "Isn't that what you think too? Come on! He's just a kid raised in a Muggle family, but fate has lifted him up high, and he'll eventually fall hard. Then, bang, he'll be smashed to pieces."

Praris sighed. "There's one question I've never asked you: why are you so concerned about Potter? The prophecy of the mysterious man mentions two children, and Potter is the opponent he chose. But you, no one presents you with these two choices, so why do you keep your eyes on Potter and care about him so much?"

Draco's face turned deathly pale, and he didn't say a word.

“You care a lot about your father, don’t you?” Praris said softly. “I heard that in first grade you tried to befriend Potter at the bookstore, but were rejected. That’s strange. Is it your father’s requirement that you try to make friends with people?”