HP North Star's Radiance

Zabini shoved aside passing students, earning some annoyed looks. He squeezed next to Draco: "Hey, Draco, what are you looking at? Crabbe and Goyle are looking for you."

Draco glanced intently in the direction Praris had gone, then turned and walked towards the other end of the carriage.

Zabini followed his gaze and saw Prince talking to Pansy in front of the carriage.

Zabini preferred to believe that Draco was looking at Pansy, even though he knew it was probably not true. If Draco were truly that interested in Pansy, his two friends would have been talking to each other long ago.

In Slytherin, everyone knows Prince. Although she's not a Quidditch player, doesn't enjoy talking at parties, and isn't a problem student.

In fact, her daily life is more like that of a well-behaved student. As long as you don't provoke her, she's a silent shadow.

But if you're in Slytherin and don't know who Prince is, then you're really out of touch. You see, in the entire school, only Prince and Malfoy escaped Professor Snape's criticism.

Regardless of Malfoy's situation, most people believe that Prince gained the professor's approval entirely through her intellect. She's the kind of person who appears in adolescence, effortlessly destroying someone's confidence without saying or doing anything.

But to say she's popular? Absolutely not!

Prince has a pretty face. She was a bit too thin when she was in her early years, but now she's the kind of girl people mention when discussing pretty girls at Hogwarts.

But honestly, not a single Slytherin would ask her out!

She was good-looking, but the boys only remembered her hundreds of poisons that could kill a person in a second, and her heroic performance against Granger in the dueling club.

As someone who experienced it firsthand, Zabini didn't know how the dozen or so poisons had become hundreds. But he didn't think it was that exaggerated; he just assumed that Prince's potion encyclopedia had been updated again.

Second-grader Harper once said, "Does anyone actually dare to date that person? If they accidentally break up, they'll be in big trouble, right?"

Zabini burst into laughter after hearing this.

British boys at this age are generally disliked and have a long way to go before they suddenly become gentlemen!

They prefer to hang out with outgoing girls; for example, girls who play Quidditch are generally cheerful and generous. Stella, the most popular girl in Slytherin, is this type. She's currently in her fourth relationship, and each relationship has ended amicably, yet she still has many admirers.

Unfortunately, she graduated this year, which saddened all the Slytherin boys.

Prince is the complete opposite of this type of girl; she's the kind of girl you can tell at a glance is not to be messed with.

If you dare to offend her, haha, you might just become the most famous person at Hogwarts tomorrow.

As for how to become famous? It certainly won't be the type you like.

Zabini had already felt uneasy about his previous sharp tongue; who knew if she might suddenly remember it and come back to get revenge on him?

Zabini dismissively averted her gaze. Perhaps she was just looking; after all, she had saved Draco.

Honestly, does anyone really like this kind of dangerous woman?

Hermione had a different opinion; she thought Prince was a good person. During the time she and Ron were arguing about Crookshanks, Prince fed Crookshanks many times.

"What did you say? The medicine Sirius drank was made by Prince!" Ron said in surprise. "Harry, you need to get Sirius checked out at St. Mungo's."

“That’s prejudice!” Hermione glared at him. “You can’t always distrust our judgment, just like you don’t trust Crookshanks.”

Ron hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay, that's my problem. Since Crookshan thinks it's no problem..."

"Have you been in contact with her all this time? After the Polyjuice Potion incident?" Harry asked curiously.

Hermione paused, remembering her promise to Praris: "Occasionally. You have to admit, she hasn't done anything bad, and has even helped us."

After she finished speaking, she emphasized, "Many times."

Ron said, "We know that wasn't her choice."

Harry looked at Ron: "To be honest, it seems like we never really have any opportunities to voluntarily decide to do something. But everyone knows she and Malfoy are Snape's right-hand men, and Snape—"

The psychological trauma Snape inflicted on Harry through his upbringing was so severe it was like a dark cloud hanging over him.

Ron quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Do you really have to go back to your aunt and uncle's house?"

Harry sighed. "I don't want to either. If I could spend the summer with Sirius, I'd rather never go to Hogsmeade again. But Dumbledore—"

“Don’t be sad, Harry. At least Sirius is innocent now!” Ron patted him on the shoulder. “We and Sirius will write to you.”

Prarese was unaware that so many people were talking about her. The train arrived at platform 9¾, where Winnie was eagerly waiting.

“When I saw you,” Praris said regretfully, “I almost had nightmares in broad daylight. Tell me, you weren’t driving, were you?”

“Open it—that’s impossible.” Winnie made a sharp turn. “Go back through my fireplace.”

Winnie clutched her chest dramatically: "Little Prie! How cruel! You actually complained to Prim in the letter!"

Praris said mercilessly, "Miss Winnie, you deserve this. What if you had restrained your driving skills even a little?"

Winnie didn't drive, so they naturally chose to take a taxi or the bus.

In Britain, waiting for a bus is like waiting for Godot; you don't know when Godot will come, or even if he will come at all.

What's even more absurd than Godot is that even when the bus arrives, it might not leave, and you might be inexplicably kicked off halfway through your ride.

Therefore, Winnie decided to take a taxi without hesitation.

They were dressed like ordinary Muggle women, so they easily hailed a taxi.

Taking a taxi in the UK isn't too bad, except it's overpriced and overpriced. Luckily, Winnie is a wealthy woman and doesn't care about that at all.

“You’re so noisy,” Prarese said to Winnie.

Winnie said, puzzled, "But I didn't say a word!"

"Your eyes are bothering me. What do you want to ask?"

Praris had been holding back all the way, but Winnie's hesitant and unspoken manner made Praris's brain start working wildly.

They got off near Black Rose Lane. Praris and Winnie had been sitting back to back against a street lamp for half an hour.

Prareas often doubted whether Winnie actually came from the Ministry of Magic. Sometimes she was too blunt, blurting out, "Is your mother Sylvia Prince?"

Winnie told most of what happened between her and Sylvia, while Prarese only told what she should normally know—being abandoned at Christmas.

“She’s not that kind of person,” Winnie weakly defended her friend. “Perhaps she had her reasons; back then, the mysterious man was persecuting people everywhere.”

“If the Man of Void hadn’t been gone for five years when I was abandoned, I would be comforted,” Praris rationally rejected her explanation. “So you only just found out about this? Dumbledore is only telling you now?”

“Dumbledore?!” Winnie exclaimed in surprise. “He didn’t say anything; I guessed it from somewhere else!”

“So it really was Dumbledore who sent you.” Praris nodded knowingly.

Chapter 65 Letters from Summer Vacation

Winnie tilted her head back, looking at the streetlights overhead, and subconsciously reached into her trench coat pocket. When she found nothing, she realized it had been thirteen years since she last smoked.

When Prareas is happy to hide his brain and play with others, you can drink soda, play cards, and discuss trivial topics together without having to put in any effort to think.

But if she's determined to find a weakness in you, even if you have the strongest shield in the world, she'll find a way to break it.

The flowing wind almost solidifies into a silent entity as it blows through the area; Winnie awaits a trial that is yet to be decided.

Was it because she refused to listen to advice and insisted on accepting the mysterious man's invitation? Was it because of her stubbornness that she missed a few pivotal years in her friend's life?

It felt like an ant was crawling in her throat; she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a sound.

Praris said casually, "Let's go, Ms. Prie is waiting for us to go home."

"Don't you hate us?" Winnie heard herself say this.

Praris shook his head: "Miss, what does this have to do with you? Just because you once had such a friend, and because of the deep friendship between you, do you feel responsible for me? You should know that even a blood curse only affects the descendants of a family."

"If there's anything you can do to make yourself feel better, then forget about it. I've done well these past few years and have become someone I'm reasonably satisfied with. I don't need anyone's pity or for people to misunderstand me as if I'm pathetic."

Winnie opened her mouth, but many unspoken words condensed into a sigh: "Okay—I mean, I will. Pry, can I ask you a question?"

"what?"

Do you hate her?

Praris took off her hat, hugged it to her chest, and said softly, "No, miss. I didn't hate her in the past, and I still don't. If I'm not reminded, I hardly even think about her."

“Miss Winnie, the only people in this world who can be responsible for our own destiny are ourselves. If you keep looking back while walking, you're more likely to bump into a lamppost. Don't you agree?”

Diagon Alley, Primpurnell Beauty Shop.

Ring ring—

"You came back later than I expected. Did you take the bus?"

Ms. Prie took two cups from under the counter, poured juice into Winnie's skull cup, and hot black tea into Prie's teacup.

Winnie gulped down the contents of her mouth, then let out a big sigh: "How can you blame me? London buses are unreliable, and Knights buses are like wild old women on steroids! I'd rather drive... I got back late, and old Tom even suspected I kidnapped a child! This is such a huge injustice!"

“Honey, everyone agrees your driving skills are enough to rival Ernst Plan’s. But you have to admit you’re a little suspicious; you waited until it was dark to pick up the kids and they were nowhere to be found.” Ms. Prie covered her mouth and laughed.

Winnie whistled guiltily, picked up a newspaper from the counter, and said cheerfully, "What's going on today? Let me see."

Ms. Priscilla lowered her eyes and shook her head: "Little Pettigrew has escaped."

"It seems the Ministry of Magic has boarded the train going in the wrong direction," Winnie mocked her former employer without mercy. "What's the difference between handing people over to the Ministry of Magic and Azkaban and simply releasing them?"

Ms. Priscilla refilled Winnie's juice: "We have to admit that Pettigrew is quite capable. He hid for so long and finally managed to sneak into Hogwarts. After Sirius Black, Fudge lost face, and it must have been quite an achievement for him to escape at a time like this."

Praris leaned closer, holding his teacup in both hands, and carefully read through the Daily Prophet's report: "Hiding in Hogwarts is nothing special. The school is a sieve now; it's not surprising that any kind of person would appear there."

Putting aside the matter of Pettigrew, arresting people is the Ministry of Magic's job, and if all else fails, there's always Dumbledore. Prarese's current task is to deal with Professor Snape's relentless bombardment and forced, overly demanding parenting style.

In his third year, Praris completed the replication of the wolfsbane potion and the research on a cheaper version. Although the cheaper wolfsbane potion was not as effective as Damocles's, there were always werewolves with limited means who were willing to pay for it and were grateful for it.

Research on inexpensive wolfsbane medicine is of great significance for improving the lives of marginalized groups like werewolves and has considerable humanistic value.

With this in mind, Snape asked Prareas to finish writing his paper on the inexpensive wolfsbane potion and venomous tentacle growth agent during the summer vacation and send it to him for review as soon as possible. He would support the publication of Prareas's paper.

Imitation is the most basic, but discovery and creation are the true studies.

On the other hand, there was the list of summer vacation tasks he had assigned.

After revealing his identity to Prarese, Snape no longer bothered to conceal it. Now that he was certain she wasn't a fool and was cooperative enough, he naturally didn't want to waste Prarese's talent and compiled a long list.

Prarese had to end her two-year summer job spree, otherwise she would have had no hope of completing her mountain of tasks.

Fortunately, she no longer needs to work to earn money.

This was certainly not because Professor Snape was paying her bills. He was willing to pay, but Prarese was unwilling to accept them.

As Snape said, he could teach his students to increase their reputation and cultivate glory. Beyond these benefits, the study and research of potions also brought in money.

With enough skill, herbs can be transformed into magical potions that double in value, bringing substantial profits. The fewer people who can successfully brew a potion, and the more effective it is, the higher its price.

Although she is still an apprentice, she can easily earn an income by brewing cheap wolfsbane potions, poison tentacles growth agents, and other rare magical potions.