HP North Star's Radiance

Praris maintained his perfect smile, as if he were addressing kind worshippers in a church: "I mean, the Obliteration Charm. Being seen using magic by Muggles violates Article 13 of the International Wizarding Union's Law of Secrecy. If the Obliteration Charm isn't cast in time... I've heard the Malfoy family is very supportive of the Law of Secrecy?"

Malfoy blushed and stammered, "Of course, my dad solved everything perfectly!"

"That's good, otherwise I would have been really worried about you guys," Praris said with a "friendly" smile.

After saying that, she picked up her crossbody bag, turned around, and walked towards the cafeteria entrance.

Malfoy jumped up, annoyed, and said, "She really knows how to say the most inappropriate things!"

Milison quickly tried to salvage the situation: "Draco, you know her, she's always been like this, not very good with words, but she genuinely cares about you. She even said before that she was honored to be compared to you."

Malfoy's expression softened, and he quickly left the table.

Daphne whistled: "That's brilliant. I bet she's the child of a pure-blood wizard. There's something strange about this weird aura about her. I've only ever seen it in some Slytherin-born Ministry of Magic officials."

Pansy said indignantly, "I knew she wasn't being sincere with her praise last time. Does she just not like Draco?"

“She’s never liked anyone,” Millison said sincerely. “Do you really think Prares is very welcoming to us?”

"Then why were you so enthusiastic towards her?" Pansy asked incredulously.

Milison gave Pansy a look that said, "You don't understand," and said, "At least, she treats everyone that way. You should cherish this equality."

"Nadraco..."

"Draco is obviously talking a bit too much."

Pansy felt that Millison was acting strangely by spending so much time with Prince.

Praris was unaware of their discussion; she ran to the herb class classroom, which was a beautiful glass greenhouse.

Our Herbology teacher, Ms. Sprout, was the Headmistress of Hufflepuff and was very friendly and knowledgeable. The greenhouse was filled with many of her magical plants and was very quiet and warm when there were no classes. It was much better than the chilly Slytherin common room and dormitories.

Prarese's knowledge and practical skills, which surpassed those of a typical first-year student, earned Ms. Sprout's approval, and she allowed Prarese to learn herbal cultivation and sunbathe with her.

Ms. Sprout is currently cultivating Dictamnus dasycarpus for use in fifth-grade classes. The essence extracted from this herb has very good therapeutic effects.

However, people generally don't carry large quantities of Dictamnus dasycarpus, firstly because a large bundle of Dictamnus dasycarpus may not be enough to extract even a small bottle of Dictamnus dasycarpus essence, and secondly because Dictamnus dasycarpus essence has good medicinal effects, and even a small amount can have a very good therapeutic effect.

The former comes from knowledge that Prares himself found in a book, while the latter comes from Ms. Sprout's popular science.

"Ha!" Ms. Sprout and Praris lifted a bucket of unidentified objects together, placed it on a trolley, and pushed it into the glass greenhouse.

Ms. Sprout laughed and said, "This is the droppings of the Moonlust Beast; it makes plants grow fast and strong!"

Ah, so it was poop, Praris thought to herself. No wonder Ms. Sprout had specially found her a pair of gloves.

“I remember…” Prarese and Ms. Sprout said simultaneously, “to collect it before sunrise!”

Ms. Sprout looked at her approvingly: “What a clever child. I think Silvanus will like you.”

Sylvanus Kettleburn, the teacher of the Conservation of Magical Creatures class, has a very wild teaching style.

"Ah, thank you so much." Praris lowered his head and focused on feeding Bai Xian, thinking to himself that there was no need for that.

Before Prarese left, Ms. Sprout gave her a copy of "The Compendium of Miraculous Herbs" and generously offered her her own bathroom and a small bottle of perfume: "I know you little girls will care about this."

Hufflepuff is so lucky, Praris is so jealous.

When Praris returned to the dormitory, Millison sprang straight up from the bed: "Play, you're back! You scared me half to death today."

"Did Draco Malfoy beat you up?" Praris put the book on top of a pile of books on the bedside table and put the perfume in the drawer.

“No, unless he gets Crabbe or Goyle to do it, I’ll be the one beating him up,” Milison said, confident in his physique and muscles.

Praris hung up her bag: "So what's wrong?"

“He was furious, and Pansy was furious too,” Milison said.

Praris was a little confused: "I was just telling the truth. His anger shows he lacks confidence. Besides, what does this have to do with Pansy?"

“The truth? No, didn’t you see? Pansy clearly has a crush on him,” Milison said.

Uh, only in first grade? Praris didn't understand, and couldn't understand.

“Of course it’s true. Stella said that underage wizards can’t control their powers well, and parents usually don’t allow their children to ride brooms, at most they’ll get toy brooms. Obviously, toy brooms can’t fly as high as Muggle airplanes,” Praris shrugged.

Milison paused for a moment: "Stella?"

“Stella Stewart, a fifth-year student and former Slytherin Quidditch hitter,” Prarese said calmly.

Stuart lost her lower-grade textbooks, but needed them to prepare for the OWLS exams, so she had no choice but to ask Mrs. Pince for help. Mrs. Pince was busy repairing books and was furious, even more so at Stuart's carelessness with books, and had no intention of helping her at all.

Just as Stuart was about to cry, Prareas, who was annoyed that she was wandering around in front of the bookshelf without taking any books and getting in the way of him finding Quidditch-related books to cram for, stopped her and solved the problem for her.

Stuart offered to buy her tea and, free of charge, taught her about Quidditch.

However, Praris was too lazy to explain things clearly to Milison, and only gave a brief introduction of Stella.

Boys are all like that; they like to apply things they've heard from who-knows-where to themselves and boast about how powerful they are.

Milison nodded as if he understood: "In any case, you'd better not provoke him anymore. You know how annoying he is."

Praris gave an OK sign without looking up.

Unfortunately, the next day was Quidditch class.

The flight lesson was taught by Mrs. Hodge, and the class took place on the open lawn in front of the castle. Mrs. Hodge instructed them to give the command "Get up" to the brooms, as if the brooms could understand them.

Prarese was used to observing how others did things first. Malfoy arrogantly shouted "Get up!" at the broom, and the broom quickly flew into his hands, while Neville next door was trembling in his voice, so the broom ignored him.

Is love something that preys on the weak and fears the strong?

"Get up!" Praris shouted, using Sister Mayne's tone when scolding the girls, which startled Milison.

Sure enough, the broom flew up obediently.

Then, Mrs. Hodge began to correct everyone's posture while riding brooms.

When she got to Malfoy, she couldn't leave. Instead of praising him like Professor Snape, she criticized his posture.

"I really want to hold it in, but it seems a little difficult," Praris said softly, suppressing a laugh.

Milison quickly shushed him: "Come on, you're a Slytherin, only Gryffindors are laughing here! Besides, you promised me yesterday."

Millison was referring to that boring promise not to mess with Malfoy.

Chapter 8 Malfoy's Frustration

“Well, Slytherin’s inexplicable unity,” Prareus said, turning to Draco Malfoy. “Hey, lower the broom head a bit. You know, school teaches textbook moves, not the way you ride at home.”

"Of course I know, you don't need to remind me!" Malfoy scoffed. "These textbook moves are outdated, but for the sake of grades, fine!"

Draco quickly accepted the excuse given to him by Praris.

Praris wanted to laugh again, but she held it in; if she laughed again, Milison would get angry.

"Come back!" Madam Huoqi suddenly shouted!

Just as Mrs. Hodge was teaching them how to take off, Neville Longbottom somehow shot into the sky with a "whoosh" and then crashed down with a "bang".

Ouch—Praris looks painful.

"Hahaha, did you guys see him like that? That big oaf?" Malfoy, always eager for a good show.

Most of the Slytherin laughed gleefully.

"Has he always been like this?" Prareas gestured towards Malfoy with his eyes. "Has no one hit him?"

Millison had just been laughing along, but when he heard Praris's words, he said, "Hey, you stupid Barnabas, don't laugh at the troll. What's the difference between how you laughed at him and how he's laughing at Longbottom now?"

“You’ve changed,” Prarese said approvingly. “Your swearing skills are approaching Professor Snape’s level. By the way, how did Malfoy fly? Does he really know how to ride a horse?”

Milison was baffled: "Say it again! He'll get angry again. What's he holding?"

"It looks like a memory ball? They sell them in Diagon Alley. I think it's the most useless gadget in the world, bar none," Praris said. "Could this be talent? Although the posture isn't very standard, it flies quite steadily."

Praris and Milison had already sat down on the grass, propping themselves up with their hands behind them as they began to watch the show.

Following Malfoy's self-taught talent, Harry Potter also learned it without a teacher, chasing after him on a broomstick, seemingly to steal the memory orb.

"Good! Malfoy is currently in the lead. Porter lunges at Malfoy, but Malfoy dodges to the side. Great! Well done! Porter and Malfoy are locked in a stalemate."

Milison broadcast diligently, and Praris thought Milison could try for a Quidditch commentator position.

Millison looked at Praris and asked her, "Who do you think will win?"

“You said we should unite. For the glory of Slytherin, Malfoy had better do his best,” Praris said, and simply lay down.

Milison felt that she seemed to have little faith in Malfoy?

"Ah!" A scream suddenly erupted from the Gryffindor side, startling Praris into sitting up.

It turns out that Malfoy threw the crystal ball directly, and Potter, being a stubborn guy, immediately accelerated 90 degrees and dove down to chase the memory ball.

Praliss stared in shock. "My God, is this the courage of Gryffindor?" No wonder the Sorting Hat didn't mention anything about "courage" related to Gryffindor when deciding her fate.

Everyone was terrified by Harry Potter; even Prarese had the Quidditch accident case Stuart had mentioned flashing through his mind.

But the savior lived up to his name; at a height of just one foot above the ground, he caught the memory ball and rolled over onto the lawn.

"Harry Potter!" a familiar female voice roared. It was Professor McGonagall, the Head of Gryffindor!

Harry Potter quickly stood up, seemingly unharmed.

The Slytherins were visibly disappointed. Pansy said bitterly, "Why didn't Professor McGonagall's words come true? If only he had really broken his neck!"

Praris chuckled twice: "What are you thinking? Have you forgotten who started this? If Potter really breaks his neck, do you think Malfoy won't be punished?"

“But he’s perfectly fine, which is really annoying.” Pansy’s attitude softened considerably when she heard that Prares was acting in Draco’s best interest.

Praris stood up and patted his robes: "This is for the best. Professor Snape won't punish Malfoy, Professor McGonagall didn't catch Malfoy in the act, and Professor McGonagall will at least teach Potter a lesson. At least Potter is much more afraid now than when he was chasing the memory ball."

Draco Malfoy came running back, looking extremely pleased, as if Professor McGonagall was really going to punish Harry Potter severely: "Remember what Madam Hooch said! 'Otherwise, if you don't come here and say a word about Quidditch, you'll be kicked out of Hogwarts!' I'm really looking forward to that!"

This guy was overjoyed, as if he could already see Harry Potter being kicked out of his own house by the headmaster.

Daphne suddenly spoke up: "Prince, what do you think?"

The Slytherins all looked over, and Praris looked at her: "Me?"

"Do you think Potter will be expelled?" Daphne asked with a smile.

“No,” Praris said, not one to play dumb for others’ feelings. “Just as Professor Snape would defend us, wouldn’t Professor McGonagall defend Potter? More than being angry, she seems to be both angry and afraid, afraid that something might happen to Potter.”

The Slytherins whispered amongst themselves, their excitement waning.