HP North Star's Radiance

As soon as she finished speaking, Professor McGonagall strode out of the office without looking back, as if she had no doubt about Prares's words.

Selwin nervously grabbed Praris's arm: "Prince, Professor McGonagall didn't even ask who the two professors are! Should we follow them?"

“There’s nothing to ask,” Praris said calmly. “What’s the point of following them? To become a burden to Professor McGonagall?”

Selwyn walked over, Selwyn walked away.

She had many questions in her mind, but she didn't even know where to begin. The most annoying people in the world are geniuses; they often prefer not to explain things clearly and are used to assuming that many things are common knowledge.

The magic clock ticked away, and Selwyn felt that a long time had passed, but upon closer inspection, not even an hour had gone by.

Selwyn asked, "Aren't you worried about Professor Snape at all? You weren't like this when you came to me!"

Prareas hugged himself tightly, closed his eyes, and said, "If Professor McGonagall can't help Professor Snape, then even if we go, it won't make any difference. If Professor McGonagall can solve the problem, then it's pointless for us to go."

Before Selwyn could say anything more, Professor McGonagall's voice rang out from outside the door: "Miss Selwyn, I think Miss Prince is absolutely right."

“Professor McGonagall!” Selwyn stood up.

Professor McGonagall looked somewhat excited and happy, but beneath her joy lay a barely perceptible worry: "Children, the matter is resolved—you did a very good job, excellent. Now, you should go back and rest."

Praris opened her eyes and slowly stood up. Her clothes were dry, but they clung to her body, making her very uncomfortable.

“Professor McGonagall, I have many questions—ah, don’t worry, they’re not about werewolves, I don’t need anyone to answer those questions. They’re about myself, you know, right?”

Selwyn stood between Professor McGonagall and Prarese, swearing she had never felt more lost in her life.

“Of course.” Professor McGonagall’s expression was usually serious, but now a hint of gentleness could be seen.

Selwyn left, leaving only Prarese and Professor McGonagall in the office.

Professor McGonagall took a tin of tea from the cupboard and brewed Praris a cup of black tea.

Praris held her teacup, the steam blurring her vision.

She said softly, "I've thought about this for a long time. Who should I ask? I think it would be Professor Snape, or Dumbledore. But Dumbledore must be very busy right now, right?"

“You’re right,” Professor McGonagall said, “but in my personal opinion, I feel it’s necessary to tell you what you’ve done for us.”

When Professor McGonagall ran out of the castle, Lupin was transformed into a werewolf in the moonlight, and a large dog was fighting with him.

Professor McGonagall rushed forward without hesitation to stop her former student from committing an unforgivable crime and to protect the lives of her current student.

When things calmed down, Professor McGonagall discovered that her three students were using the Speed ​​Imprisonment technique to restrain another student, Peter Pettigrew, who was already "dead."

Just as dawn was about to break, the truth came out: Sirius Black was innocent, and Peter Pettigrew had framed him. Harry and his friends discovered all of this.

Professor Snape, after discovering that Professor Lupin hadn't drunk the wolfsbane potion, went to find him. During the ensuing argument, Professor Snape was accidentally injured and fell unconscious, but is now safe and sound.

Professor McGonagall said, her voice trembling slightly, "If it weren't for you, perhaps Harry and the others—thankfully, there are no ifs."

Prareas was silent for a long while before she said, "Oh, that's wonderful. Bless them. May I ask who put Professor Snape unconscious?"

Prarese's reaction was both unexpected and expected by Professor McGonagall. She wasn't as innocent and kind as the filtered Ms. Sprout described, but her concern for Professor Snape was obvious.

Professor McGonagall shook her head. "I'm very sorry, I don't know either. Perhaps you'll have to ask Professor Snape himself. Prarese, what were you trying to ask me?"

Prarese continued, "Regarding my question, I think you're in the same boat as me, right? Your name is on my acceptance letter, and she's a Gryffindor."

Professor McGonagall's face showed a hint of appreciation: "Indeed."

Prarese then said, "Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Ms. Sprout, and you, right?"

"And Felius, he praised you as being as smart as Hill."

Prarese then asked, "Professor Snape, doesn't he have relatives with the surname Prince?"

Professor McGonagall said, "Perhaps Professor Snape himself should tell you that, but I think you already have your own answer. Miss Prince, don't feel that everything you have is a special privilege, and your talent deserves it all."

"Why did she..." Praris hesitated for a moment, then swallowed his words. "Never mind, it's not important."

“Child, all of that is in the past.” Professor McGonagall stood up and hugged her.

The instant Professor McGonagall released her grip, Prarese saw a white shadow fly across the sky outside the window behind her.

Praris blinked; it seemed Draco was going to be unhappy tomorrow.

The next morning, Praris slept in and missed mealtime, and was fed by Milison in the dormitory.

"So what exactly happened to you last night?" Milison asked worriedly.

Praris and Selwyn had already given the same answer: "I wasn't feeling well, so Miss Selwyn took me to Mrs. Pomfrey for some medicine."

"That's good. I brought you a pound cake. You ate pound cake when you weren't feeling well in first grade!" Millison muttered. "There's something you'd never guess: Professor Lupin is a werewolf!"

"Huh?" Praris looked up in surprise.

Millison said, "Professor Snape said it at breakfast, which is really scary! I don't know what Dumbledore is thinking—what kind of wicked teacher do you think he'll give us next year? A vampire or a Veela?"

Prarese nodded knowingly; perhaps this was Professor Snape's revenge for his unconsciousness last night.

“That’s good news, Remus Lupin is out of here. But there’s bad news too.” Milison sat at the foot of Praris’s bed. “The Hippogriff is gone, and they say Sirius isn’t the killer of the Potters. The real killer is a guy named Peter Pettigrew. He’s going to be put in Azkaban.”

Prarese waited, waiting for Professor Snape to speak to her, to reprimand her for her reckless behavior that night, or to confront her directly.

But Professor Snape seemed to have completely forgotten that she existed. He neither had anyone call Prasles over, nor did he bombard her with homework as he had done in previous years.

This made Praris feel somewhat uncomfortable.

However, there were some things that made Praderes happy: she got "O" in every subject, Stella passed NEWT with high marks, and Slytherin won the House Cup.

Draco said smugly, "Although it's quite unpleasant that the beast got away, at least the colors of the Great Hall this year are satisfactory."

Yes, Dumbledore didn't come up with a sudden bonus, but instead very generously declared Slytherin's victory.

Across the excited Slytherin students, Prader and Dumbledore's eyes met, and he winked playfully at Prader.

Alright, Gryffindor's love and hate can sometimes be useful!

On the morning he was preparing to leave for Diagon Alley, Prarese finally found a letter on his bedside table.

To Miss Prince:

Miss, there are some things in this world that you can't escape, like fate and summer vacation to-do lists.

Half-blood prince

Underneath the envelope was a thick roll of parchment and a dozen old books.

Chapter 64 Dangerous Woman

The professor's letter was unexpected for Prader, but not entirely unbelievable. After all, Professor McGonagall was always so reliable; she would never forget to relay this conversation, which was originally meant for Dumbledore and Professor Snape themselves, to them.

Therefore, Prarese had been waiting for Professor Snape's reaction. Would he deny it to avoid any appearance of kinship between them, or would he admit it? Although the latter seemed unlikely to be his decision.

Professor Snape chose "OR" in the "YES OR NO?" question.

He wrote a letter that indirectly acknowledged the matter, but that was all.

Given Prareas's intelligence, it would be laughable if he still couldn't understand Professor Snape's meaning after three years of getting to know him. Clearly, he hoped this matter would remain a secret among a few insiders, and that no one else would know.

Praris slowly closed the letter and shut her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she raised her wand and lit it.

The letter was scorched by the flames, leaving a black hole that gradually spread. It curled up in the firelight until it was burned to black ash.

Prarese then opened the box where she kept her letters, picked out all the Christmas cards from "The Half-Blood Prince," and threw them one by one into the fire.

The flickering firelight illuminated Praris's face in alternating light and shadow.

Praderne may not fully understand this matter; she's missing some crucial clues. But Professor Snape's decision is her decision, and Professor Snape's choice is her choice.

Severus Snape, that man, could have easily ignored her. Even her own mother didn't care about her.

She would still have come to Hogwarts without him; she would still have been able to find her own way without him.

But without him, Christmas for Praris would simply be a day of abandonment, devoid of any expectation of a letter from the "half-blood prince." Without him, the snow falling on her life might only deepen her loneliness, making it impossible for her to harbor even the slightest hope for humanity.

Prarese had to admit that the first person to plant the seed of "love" in her heart was the seemingly inhuman professor, and his annual, punctual, identical greeting cards.

Compared to a collection of poems filled with love, the greeting card from the mixed-race prince was the earliest poem about love in her life.

Old Tom, Millie, Pansy, Ms. Sprout, Stella, Miss Winnie, Ms. Prie, Myrtle... all of them are very good.

But without Professor Snape's letters over so many years, she might not have even had any expectations of love, and it might have taken her longer to accept the fact that she also deserved to be loved.

Did Professor Snape understand love? Prarese didn't.

The rich find even a sumptuous feast insufficient, while the poor find even simple fare difficult. Perhaps his sacrifices seem insignificant to other fortunate individuals, but for Praris, his very existence is a blessing.

When he wrote her a Christmas card at his desk, when he came alone to the convent to fetch her, when he backed down at her plea.

"That dark-skinned teacher has no taste at all, choosing Praris."

“Katie, do you know what he said about me and Sophia?! He said he wants students, not babysitters!”

"As you can see, unlike those mediocre and ignorant Muggles, we are wizards with special abilities..."

"Take the God's Protection!"

Praris discovered that her guardian spirit was as powerful as a physical entity.

She once felt that although the days after leaving the convent were happy, they were like seaweed with nothing to rely on.

Now, she acknowledges that day, when she stumbled into the magical world, clutching the corner of the professor's cloak, as a time that brought her happiness.

Draco found her before boarding the Hogwarts Express.

Draco always spoke to her without looking at her. He said, “Prince, I’ll write to you when I get home—well, you know, a hundred gallons.”

The wind on the platform blew Praris's long black hair, forcing her to reach up and press her hat tightly.

Praris said, puzzled, “Why don’t we get in the car and talk? You know it’s fake, 100 gallons is a complete joke. In fact, Felix Felicis is worth 500 gallons, at least that’s what the professor sold before.”

Draco sneered, "Ha—don't you know yourself at all? You got in the car and went to find Burst and the others, then used her as a sofa pillow, reading until you fell asleep, right?"

Pralis realized that Draco was being unreasonable, even though she didn't know what was wrong with him.

She tried to steer the conversation back on track: "Uh, do you remember what you were going to say? It was a fake potion; you'd only need to pay for a bottle and a piece of candy. Of course, you wouldn't actually have to pay anything; consider this my contribution to Slytherin."

Seeing that Draco was still staring at her without saying a word, Praris decided to change the subject to something he preferred: "You said last time you found some broken magical artifact at home—we should get in the car now—are you planning to fix it?"

Draco obediently let Praris lead him into the car, his eyes lowered as if he were thinking about something: "Yes, bad magical items, in the storeroom at home. I think that can increase my knowledge of alchemy."

Praris said, “Oh, that sounds great. I look forward to seeing your work. I have some experience with this; I made a magic hairband for Millie before. You can write to me and tell me how you plan to fix it, and maybe I can give you some advice.”

After saying that, Praris smiled and waved to him: "Pansy is calling me. See you next semester."