HP North Star's Radiance

Draco Malfoy, broom in hand, swaggered over: "I don't think so. Just you wait! Tonight's dinner will be Potter's last meal at Hogwarts!"

Praris suddenly smiled, a genuinely sincere smile: "Is that so? Then I hope it will be as you wish."

After saying that, she turned and left.

Milison glanced at Malfoy, then at Prasris, hesitated for a moment, and then followed Prasris. The Slytherins quickly dispersed, leaving only Pansy, Daphne, and Malfoy.

Draco clenched his fist and said angrily, "She does this every time!"

Daphne twirled the end of her hair with one finger: "Draco, you're too impatient. Praris wasn't targeting you; she was just answering my question. I think her speculation is quite reasonable. You should think of another way."

Draco stormed off again.

After Draco left, Pansy said, "You don't seem like the type to be so proactive. Is this the second time?"

“Yes, that’s right,” Daphne nodded. “She is indeed a very intelligent person. What does it matter whether she’s good or bad-natured compared to her worth? Draco is too impulsive and always puts his own likes and dislikes first.”

Daphne suddenly remembered what Praris had once said to Millison: "You know what? Men mature later than women. When we're thinking about the future, they're still as naive as little boys."

Daphne once again affirmed Praris in her heart.

Meanwhile, Millison asked curiously, "So what do you think Professor McGonagall will do? Punish him however she wants?"

"That's enough. She took Potter away so she could handle things herself. If she handles everything herself, then it's like picking up something lightly and putting it down lightly. Didn't you see her favoritism towards Potter?"

Praris had seen this kind of thing many times before; Sister Maine had treated Fiona the same way. When others made the same mistake, they were handed over to Father Dorian for a fair trial; but when Fiona made a mistake, Sister Maine handled it herself, making a big deal out of a small one and a small one disappear.

After his flight lesson, there were no classes in the evening, so Praris went to the library to study as usual, not returning until just before curfew.

As soon as she stepped into the common room, she saw Malfoy posing on the sofa.

childish.

Praris pretended not to see him and walked directly to the left.

"Hey! Eyes are for seeing, didn't you see me at all?!" Malfoy stood up immediately as she walked away.

Praris exclaimed "Wow!" without any expression: "So you were here!"

It was perfunctory, affected, and full of performative traces.

Malfoy clenched his fist, then calmed himself down and loosened it: "Just wait and see, tomorrow morning you'll see news of Potter's violation and Gryffindor's point deduction."

“It seems Potter wasn’t fired,” Prarese said softly, blinking.

Malfoy was instantly so angry he jumped up and down: "Has no one ever told you that you're really annoying?"

"Isn't this it? It's time for bed, Malfoy. Staying up late will stunt your growth, cause you to lose hair, become ugly, and become stupid," Praris said casually as he left, leaving Malfoy fuming alone.

The next day, at the Hogwarts table, Prader finally got to eat the carrot cake she had ordered the day before. She had seen this food in the books at the monastery; it was a common medieval dessert, but she had never eaten it before.

Praris finished his meal with gratitude and decided to visit the house-elves again today to thank them for their generosity.

"It's a bit quiet today, that's strange," Milison tilted his head. "It feels like something's missing."

Of course, it's missing the outrageous Malfoy!

Last night, Malfoy confidently declared that Potter would be dealt with, and right now Potter is at the Gryffindor dinner table, laughing and joking with Weasley!

Praris pretended not to see Malfoy's embarrassment to avoid him getting angry again so early in the morning.

Malfoy, clearly embarrassed, took a break for a while and focused his energy on studying.

Among Slytherin, Malfoy and Prader are undoubtedly the most capable learners.

Pradera understood perfectly well that it wasn't that she hadn't done well enough, but rather that Snape simply loved praising Malfoy. Even if her results were superior and her steps more precise and concise, she couldn't surpass the assessment of "not stupid."

Of course, Quidditch is an exception. Prareas really has no athletic ability and would never get an O or even an E in this course, but getting an A would be no problem.

But can a teacher's evaluation truly represent her ability? No.

It's foolish to limit objective abilities with subjective ideas. It's pointless to compare yourself to Malfoy; it's meaningful to compare yourself now with your past self.

Praris then continued his research and study on his own, determined to squeeze every last drop of value out of the Hogwarts Library.

Another breakfast.

Breakfast time, as usual, was for receiving mail, but Praris, as usual, had nothing to do with this part and continued to enjoy his breakfast with a grateful heart.

Millison did receive the letter, but she was very unhappy: "I'm so annoyed with my mother. She actually said I'm too fat and should lose weight! She might as well not have sent me the letter at all! At least I wouldn't be upset."

"Why lose weight?" Praris asked, puzzled. "Isn't having muscles good? Think about it! Someone challenges you to a duel, and you both use disarming spells, leaving neither of you with wands. Then you rush in, throw a few punches, and knock him unconscious, winning the fight. Cool!"

“Rude,” Malfoy muttered under his breath.

Praris slowly cut off a piece of sausage: "Skinny monkey."

Who are you talking about!

"Who should be speaking for whom?"

Malfoy choked, unwilling to admit that he was "skinny monkey," and sat down sullenly.

Over in Gryffindor, George Weasley whispered, "I admire her!"

Fred chimed in, "That felt great!"

Prareas, of course, had no idea that she had received praise from her Gryffindor classmates.

But what's strange is that her war with Malfoy was limited to verbal sparring and never escalated into physical fights or teacher-student conflicts.

In fact, Prarese sometimes felt sorry for Malfoy. The boy was talented, but he didn't spend much time on serious studies, so Prarese had actually overtaken him.

Seeing his talent wasted, Prareas couldn't help but feel regret. If he had studied harder, Prareas wasn't sure he would have encountered a worthy opponent worthy of his attention.

But Praris's current rival is no longer Draco, but Hermione Granger from Gryffindor, the girl who is looking for the toad.

Beyond her impression of Granger on the Hogwarts Express, Granger was a smart (though she thought Granger wasn't as smart as her—perhaps that's just Slytherin arrogance!) and hardworking girl, a respectable rival.

As Prarese chewed his sausage absentmindedly, lost in thought, he didn't notice the commotion in Gryffindor.

Later she learned that Potter had been made an exception and become a Quidditch player for Gryffindor, which infuriated Malfoy once again.

But that wasn't what she cared about; she had no interest in such trivial matters.

What's particularly interesting is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Quirinus Quirrell. He's timid, stutters, and a bit neurotic, and his level is far below that of the other teachers in the school.

After all, the professors of the other courses—Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, Professor Sinista, Professor Celtburn, and others—are all truly capable. Even if the latter few are not the deans.

According to Praris, Mr. Quirrell was originally a student of Ravenclaw. It is said that he was a very smart student and had excellent grades. It is unknown what happened to him that turned him into this.

This incident sparked Praris's curiosity, leading him to discover the curse surrounding Defense Against the Dark Arts—a mysterious man who wanted to teach the class but failed, and in his anger, he cast a curse.

How tasteless! Now all the wizards know that Dumbledore refused to offer him a position.

Chapter 9 Halloween Night

Halloween is almost here, and Praris is already itching for the festive treats. But before that, they have to go to class. Professor Flitwick has them practice the Levitation Charm in groups during Charms class, a spell Praris already knows.

In this way, whoever becomes Praris's partner will benefit immensely. Similarly, for Praris, it doesn't matter who her partner is.

But that was clearly not what she thought. Draco Malfoy glared at her with a dark expression.

Praris smiled and propped his head up with one hand: "You don't know how?"

To everyone's delight, Malfoy broke down again. He quickly raised his wand and shouted, "Yugardim Leviosa!"

The feathers remained completely still.

"Yugadimurleviosa!"

The indifferent feathers lay quietly, as if mocking Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy was initially just angered by Praris's words, but now he was completely obsessed with the feather, relentlessly casting spells on it with various tones, pitches, and speeds of speech.

Praris slowly yawned.

In short, it allows your partner to practice independently and automatically.

Before long, the feathers floated up, and Malfoy snorted at Praris.

Praris clapped lightly with an exaggerated expression: "Wow, as expected of you, you learn so fast!"

Malfoy felt he'd been praised, yet also felt he hadn't. This Praris Prince was just as annoying as Harry Potter!

When get out of class ended, Millison, carrying her books, quickly weaved through the crowd and ran to Praris's side. She nudged Praris's arm and said, "Did you upset him again? You definitely did it on purpose, didn't you?"

"Hmm, did they figure it out?" Praris gave a perfunctory reply, then winked at Milison. "Don't you find his annoyance amusing?"

"If you used that attitude in Gryffindor, everyone would be very pleased," Millison said quietly on behalf of the Slytherin students.

Praris actually had such an extreme personality, but the monastery suppressed her true nature.

At first, Praris was indeed working diligently and did not bully Fiona at all. However, after the plate incident, Fiona became convinced that Praris was deliberately bullying her and would try to trip him up every time. Praris was not the type to take things lying down and would retaliate in private.

This is why the conflict between Praris and Fiona deepened.

There was no such conflict between Praris and Malfoy, but Malfoy kept putting on an act in front of her, making her unable to resist exposing him.

In the process of teasing the little golden retriever, Praris gradually felt the joy of playing with it.

Hogwarts truly liberated her true nature!

At night, Hogwarts celebrates Halloween as it is traditional, with pumpkin lanterns and the aroma of pumpkins everywhere.

Hogwarts kitchen.

"Can I have a roasted pumpkin? I want the kind that's all soft and fluffy," Praris said to the elf.

The house-elf called out in a high-pitched voice, "Of course! Miss Prince! Barney will bake one right now! Miss Prince is always so friendly! Barney loves Miss Prince!"

“I like you too!” Praris said happily. “Happy Halloween, Barney!”

Praris wandered around the kitchen, watching them make pumpkin shortbread, jack-o'-lantern shaped cookies, toffee apples, and Halloween pizza.

This Halloween pizza looks sinister, with a thick layer of dark chocolate syrup spread on the dough before toppings are added on top.

Ugh, chocolate pizza! Praris shook his head.

Another rather startling item is the eyeball chocolate ball, which looks just like a real, bloodshot eyeball. But in reality, the outer layer is just an edible coating. Inside is a thin layer of hard chocolate, then a layer of biscuit, and then some chocolate syrup. The taste is surprisingly good; it bursts with flavor when you bite into it, and it goes very well with black tea.

Praris also saw "witch finger cookies" and "vampire coffin cookies", "owl chocolate" and "bat chocolate", among others.

Barney reminded her that the pumpkin was ready, so Prarese went out of the kitchen.

At the convent, Father Dowling absolutely forbade his daughters from going out to celebrate the holidays with the public. Father Dowling believed his decision was incredibly prescient—look at the Londoners! They recreated execution scenes for Halloween, and some even went so far as to jokingly "experience" being beheaded!