HP North Star's Radiance

Pansy quickly patted Praris and whispered, "Let's go over there! Now Flint and Farley won't be there to take sides!"

Pansy still vividly remembers the incident where Weasley, Longbottom, and the other two beat up Draco and his companion.

Terence and Selwyn, who are no longer considered new prefects, are simply not as good as their predecessors.

Terence had learned some social skills, but she still appeared too weak in the face of Selwin's dominance. Selwin, on the other hand, was someone who loved to watch the drama unfold; when she won, she would watch the show from the sidelines, and only after losing would she belatedly remember to call for her teacher.

Waiting for someone capable of taking charge to arrive? By then, it'll be too late!

"Get out of here, Malfoy!" Potter shouted angrily. "Ron, Ron, don't be angry..."

By the time they squeezed into the crowd, Weasley was already like a bull that might go berserk at any moment.

As if things weren't bad enough, Draco sarcastically asked Mrs. Weasley if she was as fat as she looked in the photo.

Pansy, pulling Praris along, said breathlessly, "Now it's okay, the ones who've taken sides are here."

Praris was almost squashed flat. She said quietly, "Miss Parkinson, you've grabbed the wrong person. I'm not taking sides."

“I’ll pull,” Pansy said. “If they hit me, you’ll definitely help me, right?”

"Is your mother any better, Malfoy!" Potter's voice was laced with anger. "Look at that disdainful look on her face! Anyone who didn't know better would think she smelled manure! Has she always looked like that, or did she catch it from you?"

Draco's previously pale face flushed crimson in an instant: "How dare you! How dare you insult—"

Potter said sarcastically, "If you don't want me to continue, then shut your mouth!"

With a bang, just as Harry Potter turned around, the unexpected happened. Draco vanished from his spot, and the screams of several Slytherin girls, including Pansy, echoed in the air.

"Boy! I won't allow you to do that!" A furious roar came from the other side of the stairs.

Praris stared in astonishment at the trembling weasel on the ground, then at the furious Moody.

"Dumbledore always brings some unsafe things to the school, you should be used to it by now."

Professor Snape's deep voice echoed in her mind.

It turns out that some teachers really do use punitive magic on students, instead of simply locking them up or making them do chores.

Moody asked Porter about his injuries, and Porter said nothing had happened.

"Don't touch it!" Moody suddenly shouted.

Praris raised his wand with a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, and with a whoosh, Draco, who had been pulled back by Crabbe, transformed from a weasel into a human, trembling as he hid behind Praris.

Moody roared, "Didn't you hear me? You damned Slytherin brat!"

After saying that, he actually raised his wand at Praris.

Praris's heart was pounding wildly, as if she were about to die.

One moment her mind was Snape's words, "Stay away from Moody," and the next it was Winnie's words, "As long as you have enough spells, as familiar with them as you are with your own mind, it doesn't matter if your magic isn't strong enough."

Praris fought and retreated, combining all sorts of strange and bizarre spells in unimaginable ways, attacking Moody from unimaginably tricky angles.

Her mind had never worked so fast, spinning wildly like a broken clock gear. Moody's every move was slowed down, slowed down, and slowed down again in her mind, analyzed frame by frame.

However, she had very little dueling experience; the only people she had actually fought were Granger and Winnie.

Winnie was indeed a powerful and experienced Death Eater, but her duels were more about teaching than lecturing.

Praris quickly fell into a disadvantageous position, which happened in just a minute or two.

Following the sound of her magic clashing with Moody's, Pansy screamed and cried out, "Professor McGonagall, quick!"

"Professor Moody!" Professor McGonagall was pulled back by Pansy and stumbled.

With a bang, Moody and Praris's magic collided, and both stopped simultaneously, standing at opposite ends of the hallway.

Moody's expression was perfectly calm, as if he hadn't just turned one student into a weasel or attacked another.

Millison supported Praris, whose legs were weak and whose head was hanging low. Praris's face was covered in panicked tears. She pointed at Moody and shouted, "Are you going to kill her?!"

"What...what are you doing!" Professor McGonagall's expression was blank.

“Just a lesson,” Moody said lightly.

Millison stared intently at Moody, his voice filled with resentment: "Professor McGonagall! He turned Malfoy into... into an animal! And because Pry turned Malfoy back, he chased after Pry and beat him up!"

“At Hogwarts, students are never transmigrated as punishment, and students are never dueled outside of the Dueling Club,” McGonagall said, exasperated. “Dumbledore must have told you that, right?”

"Maybe so?" Moody said nonchalantly. "Just a little lesson, no one got hurt. If we don't scare these little brats a bit—"

Professor McGonagall interrupted him: "Of course we have confinement, and we also have labor education! We can even report to the dean of the student's college!"

Chapter 70 The Alaskan Dream

"Of course, none of these are missing."

Moody glared at Praris, his eyes filled with contempt and disgust. Behind her stood Draco Malfoy.

Prarese shifted his head, blocking Moody's view, and met his gaze without fear, saying in a soft yet firm tone, "Professor McGonagall, I think we should go see Mrs. Pomfrey before that. Don't you agree?"

Actually, she was the only one who needed to go to the school infirmary, but she brought Draco along too.

Professor McGonagall softened her voice: "Of course, child."

It goes without saying how furious Mrs. Pomfrey was upon learning of this. Although Praris suffered no physical harm, the psychological trauma was something that would take a long time to heal.

Mrs. Pomfrey complained, "I haven't had a single Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I can stand in all these years. Remus was somewhat decent, but Moody? He actually lays hands on his students!"

"That's because Malfoy was going to ambush Harry," a Gryffindor who came to get cold medicine couldn't help but retort.

“Oh, poor Harry.” Madam Pomfrey’s anger subsided somewhat, but she couldn’t help muttering, “But he shouldn’t have punished a student like that. How could he treat Pray like that? She’s always been a hardworking, kind, and caring child…”

Mrs. Pomfrey certainly hadn't forgotten how Prince had helped distribute Mandela Herbal Potion in second grade. She also remembered how the boy had been quick-witted and nitroglycerin-laden to her classmate last year.

It's rare to find a student who's more reliable than some professors.

Prares's bed was next to Draco's, with a white curtain separating them on either side.

“Damn it—damn it Moody! I’m going to tell my dad!” A voice barely louder than a mosquito’s buzz rang out.

Praris did not respond to him.

After a while, he said in a trembling, panicked voice, "Praris, Praris, you're not dead, are you?"

Praris kept her eyes tightly shut, a throbbing pain in the back of her head, and her hands were still trembling slightly. Boiling blood still surged through her body, as if the crisis had never left.

Influenced by these circumstances, her tone became somewhat irritated: "Shut up—even if you die, I won't!"

Draco's voice disappeared again, and the night in the medical room was so quiet that it was as if the voice just now was an illusion.

Many medieval scholars were polymaths, often studying philosophy, science, medicine, and theology simultaneously. Some scholars have said that when people face danger, the gods grant them extraordinary courage, enabling them to do things they normally couldn't, pushing them beyond their limits.

Later, Praris learned that it wasn't a gift from God, but a gift from adrenaline.

When facing Moody, who was stronger than her, her adrenaline overtaxed her strength, enabling her to fight him. But the price she paid for this was enormous.

All night long, she suffered from arrhythmia, a splitting headache, and nausea, and couldn't eat a single bite of food.

Upon receiving the news, Snape arrived quickly. He stood by the two students' beds for a while, like a silent shadow.

After a long while, he left silently without saying a word.

Praris finally managed to fall asleep just before dawn.

Her dream was a vast, uninhabited ice field, with vegetation completely covered by ice and snow, and a constantly changing yellow-green light and shadow flowing down from the sky, like a fairyland.

“My dear little Praris, isn’t it beautiful?” A deep, magnetic voice sounded behind her.

Praris then realized that "he" seemed to be in someone's arms.

"How could she possibly understand it!" a clear female voice said. "She can barely speak properly; when she grows up, she probably won't even remember ever having been to Alaska!"

“Then I’ll bring her here every year, and let her see me every year! Hahaha!” The man’s laughter made his chest heave, which startled Praris.

A pair of hands lifted Prarese from the man's arms. Holding Prarese, she said with a sweet, reproachful tone, "Who would bring such a small child to Alaska? It would be you, Deep."

Praris finally got a good look at "Deep." He was very tall, even taller than Sirius. He had brown curly hair, thick eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and well-defined features. The cold wind made his fair skin blush red, and his gray eyes were like pools of deep emotion.

Prarese had once thought that since she and Sylvia didn't resemble each other much, Sylvia must look a lot like her "father." Now it seemed that was indeed the case.

The handsome man, Depp Williams, smiled sheepishly, stretched out his hand, pointed to the sky, and said to Praris, "Look, Praris! That's the constellation Ursa Minor, and the brightest star is you, Polaris. Let Daddy stick on my Polaris bear."

"Naive!" Sylvia laughed as she pushed Dipple away.

In his dream, Praris followed his finger to the sky and quickly found the North Star.

The star grew brighter and brighter until it illuminated the entire sky white.

Praris woke up.

She woke up at noon, having missed her morning classes on the second day of school. Luckily, there was only one elective that morning: Professor Victor's arithmetic divination.

Pansy brought food to Praris: Yorkshire pudding, beef gravy, mashed potatoes, and boiled vegetables.

Her eyes were swollen from crying, and she sobbed, "Plares, are you still upset? It's all my fault. He's a madman. How could I leave you there alone to face him!"

“How can you blame yourself? You dragged me to the front, but it was my own decision to take action.” Praris smiled. “You went to get me reinforcements, didn’t you?”

The school should have been discussing Draco, who had been turned into a weasel.

In fact, there have been quite a few such gloating discussions.

But the duel between Prince and Moody in Slytherin was just too exciting and thrilling!

Think about it! What opportunities do students in school have to witness something like this?

Many of the spells that Prince and Moody unleashed were also completely new to them!

The students had no idea about showing mercy; all they saw was that Prince and the new former Auror professor had fought to a draw!

"It must have been Snape who taught her!" Ron exclaimed, still amused by the weasel incident. "She's Snape's little follower. Snape must have secretly taught her some powerful magic to train a little Death Eater!"

Hermione slammed her hand on the table, stopping him from continuing: "Malfoy was really going too far, but Prader is innocent. She's just very talented. If Snape had taught you a lesson like that, I would definitely have stood up for you too!"

Hermione said worriedly, "Professor Moody's actions could easily harm his students and cause Dumbledore trouble. Thankfully, Professor McGonagall arrived just in time—"

Ron said angrily, "Hermione! You're ruining my happiest time! I almost couldn't relive the feeling of seeing Malfoy turn into a ferret!"

Hermione lowered her head impatiently and wolfed down her lunch.

She had planned to write to Praris last night with her ideas about house-elves. She was confident that Praris would be able to offer some good advice.

But now, Prareas's men are still lying in the school infirmary, so Hermione has to abandon her plan to find outside help. Prareas must be furious right now. She still remembers Prareas's letter to Hagrid; she didn't utter a single insult, but Hermione felt like she and Hagrid had been thoroughly insulted.