HP North Star's Radiance

The Slytherins laughed heartily: "Perfect, we live underground, so digging up would be so convenient!"

Terence, remembering his duties as a prefect, quickly rejected the idea: "Let Hogwarts go! Our castle is a thousand years old, what if it gets dug up?"

Praris smiled and got up to go back to his dormitory.

You can't see the moon from outside the windows of Slytherin; you can only see giant squid stretching their bodies as they leap across, mermaids with dark green hair and iron-gray skin, and the green sea monster Grindelwald.

It's said that students from other houses can open their windows and wave to their neighbors. But if Slytherins opened their windows, it would flood the dungeon. Therefore, these windows are not operable and have undergone rigorous magical reinforcement.

Praris sat on the windowsill, watching the fish swimming around, lost in thought.

Durmstrang's principal, Karkaroff, bumped into Moody at a banquet yesterday.

The moment he saw Moody, his face turned deathly pale, and his eyes filled with resentment and fear. He stared at Moody almost blankly, as if he couldn't believe Moody was there.

Karkaroff certainly has reason to fear Moody's and hate Moody's.

He was once a Death Eater, and was imprisoned by Moody. But he made a deal with Crouch, the current Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation and former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, to exchange revealing the identities of other Death Eaters for a chance at release.

—This is what Stella told her; she had gossiped about Crouch's political career. The reason she brought this up was because one of the Death Eaters Karkaroff exposed was Professor Snape.

As a sworn enemy, Karkaroff's reaction was perfectly normal.

Moody's pursuit of Karkaroff lasted six months. If Moody made any mistakes, Karkaroff would have been eager to expose them on the spot to avenge the humiliation he suffered years ago.

Praris couldn't help but waver in her suspicions about Moody. Was she really being too paranoid?

The next morning, the girls in the dormitory dragged her out early to see what was going on.

Perhaps through last night's discussion, the Slytherins were convinced there was no good way to fool the age limit. So, they decided to watch the students from the other three houses make fools of themselves.

Quite a few people have come up with the idea of ​​an aging agent. The first was Fawcett from Ravenclaw, who covered her face and ran crying to the school infirmary, and then Summers from Hufflepuff.

Now, the Weasley twins from Gryffindor have also arrived.

To keep watching the show, the Slytherins pretended to be completely unaware, unusually keeping their sharp tongues shut.

Soon, George Weasley jumped into the age limit, and he probably thought he had succeeded, so he cheered triumphantly.

Amid his cheers, he and his brother were thrown out, long beards sprouting from their faces.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The Slytherins finally managed to gather all the jokes from the other three houses and laughed gleefully.

Today is Saturday, Halloween Eve, and students have no classes, but Praris can't stay idle.

It's not hard to cram things into your head, but it's not easy to truly make them your own. To think that memorization is the end goal, or that she can bypass the learning process simply by relying on her own brain, is rather naive.

Praris found an empty classroom to use as a practice space.

Winnie's spells are varied, some of which carry the innocent romance of a little girl.

The spell Praris is currently practicing is called the Meteor Spell. The Meteor Spell doesn't actually create shooting stars in the sky, but rather creates a galaxy-like streak of light when the wand is waved, like a dense meteor shower, which is quite beautiful.

These seemingly cute and fun spells are sometimes unsafe; if used improperly, they can hiss and spark like a broken Muggle firework.

As a Death Eater, Winnie also possesses some dangerous spells, such as the Storm Spell.

The Storm Charm, inspired by the Weather Charm and the Thunderbird, summons thunder and lightning along with strong winds and torrential rain. In every sense, it should be classified as a large-scale destructive spell.

This was a spell Winnie had never mentioned to the other Death Eaters; she didn't want it to be used to attack her fellow alumni.

The same spell is Earth Shatter, which can cause a small area of ​​the ground to crack and then close again; the extent of the crack depends on the caster's skill.

A gentler spell than Earth Shatter is Swamp Spell, whose incantation is "Deep in the Mud." It turns the ground into a swamp, trapping people in the mud, making it harder for them to escape.

Only a small portion of these spells were invented by Winnie; the majority were modified by Winnie, and the majority came from the Ministry of Magic's archives and copies of ancient texts.

Prareas couldn't help but think that Dumbledore must have paid a heavy price to allow Winnie to escape the post-war reckoning. She didn't kill anyone, but the effect she ultimately created was no less than if she had been made to kill on the battlefield.

Fortunately, Winnie was truly forced to become a war machine not long after Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter.

In the evening, Prarese had to go to the school infirmary to endure Mrs. Pomfrey's nagging. She had injured herself while practicing one of the spells.

Prarese had no shortage of medication to treat the condition, but she still resolutely went to the school clinic to get medicine for herself.

You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. Only when Praris truly took brewing potions as a job to support his family did he realize that the price of herbs was only superficially low.

Chapter 77 (Bonus Chapter 2000)

In "The Wizard and the Bouncing Cauldron," the wizard only sprinkled a little bit of white water, and the child regained his health.

Dictamnus dasycarpus is highly effective; a small amount can heal a wound the size of a palm. However, a large handful of Dictamnus dasycarpus can only yield less than half a bottle of Dictamnus dasycarpus essence.

When Prareth was using the white peony given to him by Ms. Sprout, he was still a ruthless herbal brewing machine, completely unaware of the price of herbs.

Looking back now, Praris only feels heartache, realizing that she had wasted so much White Dessert Essence on Draco last year!

Furthermore, even with the same herb and the same maker, the potions brewed will not yield exactly the same effects and quantities. This is because the quality of the herbs is affected by the supplier's cultivation level and the fertilizers used.

In his first year, Praris worked on composting with Ms. Sprout. The Moonlust and Fire Dragon manure Ms. Sprout used were excellent fertilizers, especially the latter. Other herb suppliers simply couldn't afford or use such good fertilizers when cultivating herbs.

In addition, due to the gap in professional expertise, the quality of herbs on the market cannot be compared with that of Ms. Sprout's herbs.

Under these circumstances, despite Ms. Pomfrey's nagging, Prarese shamelessly came to the school clinic to get medicine.

Praris thought shamelessly, "Anyway, these potions were either brewed by Professor Snape or by me, so what's wrong with letting me use them?"

“Plares, others may not listen, but you certainly will,” Mrs. Pomfrey earnestly advised her. “Don’t be as reckless as those guys. Some people never value their own lives, and when they feel they need to take risks, need to die, they abandon all reason.”

Mrs. Pomfrey didn't know if she was speaking to her or to the children she had watched grow up.

She spoke at length and earnestly, saying, "You're still young. You don't know that only by surviving can you have a chance to start over."

Prarese looked at the busy Ms. Pomfrey and said, "You were pleased to see Professor Lupin, weren't you?"

Mrs. Pomfrey paused for a moment, then quickly smiled kindly: "Yes."

In the book, war is just a series of numbers: when it started, when it ended, how many people died, all described in a few words.

In reality, even with a powerful ally like Dumbledore, Winnie still cannot shake her fear of Voldemort.

War was Mrs. Pomfrey's reflection at this moment. She had watched her students grow up, cared for them until adulthood, and then helplessly watched them die.

Prarese recalled what she had done for the Gryffindor trio when she was in first and second grade.

She didn't mean it at the time, but now she can forgive herself for giving up the college cup championship due to negligence and selfishness.

From various subtle clues, she vaguely sensed that seizing the Philosopher's Stone and opening the Chamber of Secrets might be part of a plot orchestrated by the Death Eaters to resurrect Voldemort.

She didn't hate the Death Eaters; some of her relatives were among them. However, if she could, she wouldn't want war to happen again.

The Philosopher's Stone possesses the power of immortality and is associated with life. After leaving the school, Quirrell's personality changed drastically, and when he returned, he was solely focused on seizing the Philosopher's Stone. In the end, it was Potter who defeated him.

This wasn't because she thought Potter was incompetent—the savior aura overshadowing Potter's talent—but rather because a first-year Potter indeed had a hard time beating Quirrell. Quirrell was a Ravenclaw graduate, and someone with the same reputation was Winnie Brown.

As is widely known, Porter is a nemesis of Mystic.

The diary is also connected to life; it gradually robs Ginny of her vitality. The diary's owner, Tom Riddle, is the heir to Slytherin, the founder of the Knights of Volpuggis, the master of the Death Eaters, and Voldemort. Who draws life force from the diary, the diary itself, or the mysterious man?

There are many things that cannot be pondered deeply, and Praris felt his hair stand on end.

By the time Prarese left the school infirmary, it was already dark, and the Halloween dinner was just beginning.

"This is probably the least appealing dinner I've ever had," Millison said listlessly. "I have absolutely no recollection of what I ate."

Prareas said, "Everyone has something on their mind. What's more anticipated than the Warriors' final roster at the dinner?"

As the students eagerly awaited, Dumbledore raised his wand and extinguished most of the candles, making the Goblet of Fire shine even brighter in the darkness.

Pansy whispered, "This atmosphere is like we're about to tell a ghost story."

As soon as Pansy finished speaking, the blue flame of the Goblet of Fire suddenly turned red, crackling and popping. A few seconds later, the flame of the goblet shot up, and a hot spark flew out carrying a roll of charred parchment.

For a moment, despite the large number of people in the auditorium, even their breathing was so faint as to be barely audible.

"Demstrang, Viktor Krum!"

The auditorium erupted in applause; everyone was convinced of the decision and happy for Krum.

Perhaps having seen such scenes many times before, Krum himself didn't react with much excitement; he simply followed the pre-arranged route to the room behind the auditorium. Karkaroff, on the other hand, seemed far more excited than Krum, standing up and loudly cheering for him.

Before long, the flames turned red again and spat out a second note: "Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour!"

“It’s Hogwarts’ turn next,” Praris asked. “Who from Slytherin is participating?”

“Warrington seems to have one, you’ve met him, our Chaser.” Millison frowned and thought for a long time. “I don’t know about the others, but I hope Warrington can succeed.”

Dumbledore took the last roll of parchment and called out, "Hogwarts, Cedric Diggory!"

"Ahhhh-"

Diggory was highly regarded in Hufflepuff; he was handsome, the Quidditch captain, and now a champion of Hogwarts. The Hufflepuffs were ecstatic; wizards and witches alike jumped, screamed, hugged each other, and shouted Cedric's name.

Millison shrugged. "I'm not disappointed at all, at least not Gryffindor, right?"

Praris was about to nod when he suddenly patted Milison on the shoulder with a strange expression and gestured for her to turn around.

As Dumbledore spoke, Millison turned around and saw that the Goblet of Fire had turned red once again!

"what?"

In the firelight, the goblet spat out a fourth parchment. Dumbledore looked surprised as well, and almost instinctively took the parchment that shouldn't have appeared.

Chapter 78 Accident

The auditorium is now quieter than it was before the selection process began.

All the students' eyes were fixed nervously on Dumbledore's hands, hoping to find out what had happened. Dumbledore, however, just stared at the contents of the parchment for a long time, almost to the point of tearing it apart.

He slowly uttered a name: "Harry Potter."

This time, there was no applause.

“Merlin!” Milison tugged at Pansy. “You’re right, this definitely has the atmosphere of a ghost story.”

Dumbledore called out to Potter and beckoned to him. Potter, like a struggling student suddenly called on to answer a question in class, stood up, bewildered and apprehensive.

It wasn't until Granger gently nudged him that he realized what he was supposed to do and stumbled toward Dumbledore.

Despite having walked this path for almost four years, he acted as if he were unfamiliar with the auditorium floor.

Harry Potter, an unblessed warrior.