HP North Star's Radiance

Harry listened intently; he loved hearing Sirius talk about the past, especially about his father.

From Sirius's words, he seemed to glimpse the past between his godfather and his father: they got into trouble like Harry and his friends, and they worried about each other, but no matter what happened, they would always be good friends.

This gave Harry some confidence, making him believe that Ron didn't distrust him, but just needed some time.

Well, it's also possible that what they need is a fight...?

Praliss said goodbye to Draco; she still had many things to do and didn't really want to have a fully automated one-way chatbot around.

They started talking about Magic Ball, but soon he started nagging about Miles, subtly putting him down.

Miles was his Quidditch teammate, after all...

"Praris?"

When Miles was mentioned, Miles arrived.

"Are you studying?" Miles asked. "Would you mind if I came in and joined you?"

The classroom wasn't exclusively for Praris, so she naturally wouldn't refuse: "Of course not."

As soon as Miles sat down, he confessed his thoughts: "To be honest, I'm actually hoping to benefit from your talent. Marcus almost didn't graduate, but he did with your help. Stella prepared for OWLS and NEWT with you and passed with high marks."

"To be honest, I'm not very confident about next year's NEWT. I hope the genius Miss Praris will bless me with good luck!"

He closed his eyes and made a pleading gesture, but secretly opened one eye to look at her, and when Praris caught him, he smiled mischievously.

Praris was amused by him and said, "That's because they worked hard themselves, not because of me."

"Ah—don't you want to give me a blessing?" Miles drawled in disappointment.

Praris quickly replied, "Of course not, um—I wish Miles NEWT all the best!"

Miles immediately straightened up and made a cheering gesture: "Then I'd better work hard, so that if I get a lot of NEWT certificates, Miss Praris will definitely have a share of the credit!"

Praris covered his mouth and laughed, waving his hands repeatedly: "Study hard, Miles. Otherwise, if you don't pass, I'll share the responsibility."

How come she never noticed before that Miles was actually quite an interesting person?

Undeniably, Miles's cheerful and outgoing personality lifted Praris's spirits. In the dark underground, no one can resist a little sun wafting closer to them.

Moreover, aside from his initial confession, Miles never mentioned again that he hoped Prares would "give him a try," as if he really was willing to just be friends with her for the time being, just as he said.

Slytherin dormitory.

Draco was sitting on the windowsill, whistling rhythmically and wiping his violin with a cloth.

A bottle of acne oil sat next to him.

Theodore sauntered down opposite him: "Ha, still wiping your violin? Someone's trying to pick your flowers."

Draco's gaze shifted from the violin to Theodore's face, raising an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

“Okay, let’s put it another way.” Theodore pointed to Draco’s bedside table. “Someone stole your Felix Felicis.”

Draco straightened up, picked up his violin, and stood up.

He blurted out, "Don't refer to her by anything. She is herself. She is not mine, nor anyone else's."

After saying that, Draco himself was a little startled.

He couldn't believe he could say such a thing; it was so unlike him! Had he ever respected anyone so much in his life?

Theodore was also surprised, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Fine, talk is cheap." Theodore quickly scoffed. "Some people are already sitting side-by-side with so-and-so, studying together..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Draco immediately turned around to look for the violin case.

Theodore sang like an opera singer: "O man, thy name is fickle—"

Chapter 81 Rumor-Based News

In ancient times, runes were often used in the engraving of runes on magical items and alchemical artifacts.

Runes that mean "invitation" usually refer to a call to some natural force.

In ancient times, some sorcerers could not even comprehend the power within their own bodies. They believed that they could use certain natural forces because they had "invited" nature to them.

In modern research on the interpretation of magic, wizards believe more that it is a form of exploitation or communication.

Runes, which signify "good luck" and "wealth," are often carved on amulets, representing the most primal blessings of wizards.

Prarese also unexpectedly discovered that there was a name that sounded like Miss Winnie's and represented joy and happiness.

This wonderful coincidence can be considered an unexpected joy during the learning process.

The green quill moved back and forth across the parchment, Prarese's strokes flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

Unlike the Warriors, Praliss doesn't have to take final exams, but she does!

The translation courses for non-native languages ​​and those for Muggles are not the same.

In Muggle translation assignments, teachers often provide the foreign language text written on paper, which students then translate.

Ancient runic translation emphasized practical application. Teacher Bablin would provide students with numerous photos and rubbings of pottery shards, tiles, wooden pieces, amulets, ancient magical artifacts, and alchemical items, allowing them to identify the characters on them before translating them.

Dracula did a good job of this course, even though it was meant to aid his alchemy.

Miles had originally planned to ask Praris a few questions, hoping to build a better relationship through academic exchange and showcase his knowledge as an upperclassman.

But after glancing at Praris out of the corner of his eye a few times, he decisively gave up the idea.

Prarese is completely focused when she studies. She often ignores changes in her surroundings, her eyes fixed on the book as if drawn to a magnet.

At these times, she possessed a special magic; others dared not even glance at her, let alone disturb her. The study atmosphere Praris created made those around her feel guilty for their laziness, and couldn't help but reflect on how they could still be distracted by reading!

Miles was swept up in this atmosphere. He originally had many ulterior motives, but before long he inexplicably became truly immersed in the book.

Prarese came here after finishing her elective class on Tuesday afternoon, and she and Miles studied from mid-afternoon until sunset.

When Draco arrived to thwart Miles's "scheme," this is what he saw:

A long section of the parchment Prarese was writing on had already dangled down to the front of the table. That section hung in mid-air, swaying slightly as she wrote.

Miles had several books open in front of him, and he was looking them over and over, scratching his head every now and then.

Are you two really studying?!

Draco was shocked, but then, considering that one of them was Praris, it seemed perfectly natural.

Emotions would never affect Prarese's ability to get things done. Even when she and Burst were arguing, she was just as focused in class as ever. And what difference would it make if he was just a man?

As Draco thought this, he was completely unaware that he was also one of the men who wouldn't affect her. He was even proud of Praris's "ruthlessness"—he didn't know what he was so proud of!

Despite being diligently studying, Praris still glanced at the doorway out of the corner of her eye and saw Draco leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

Praris looked up at him with a puzzled expression: "?"

Draco received the signal and swaggered in: "Mrs. Parkinson hastened to send some snacks to Pansy, including a cake with ice cream. She was worried they'd melt, so she's been looking for you everywhere."

Mrs. Parkinson did send such treats, and Pansy did indeed look for Praris (asking why it wasn't considered looking?), but the treats wouldn't melt—come on, we're all wizards! Is it so hard to make some ice?!

Praris quickly stood up and said to Miles, "Miles, that's all for today. Pan is looking for me, so I'll be going now!"

Pan is a nickname for Pansy.

Praris is sometimes called by a mixed name, sometimes Pan, and sometimes PanPan.

That's how young girls are; they never hesitate to appreciate their close friends, discover their adorable qualities, and love each other like honey.

Sometimes they can even make promises about decades into the future, like vows of eternal love—such as becoming each other's godmothers, growing old together, and saying things that include "forever."

Praris packed up and prepared to leave in the blink of an eye, leaving Miles with only a farewell before leaving without a trace of regret.

As Draco turned to follow Praris, he couldn't resist throwing in a smug and provocative smirk.

Miles was speechless at his childishness!

Prior to this, Miles had sensed that Draco treated Praris differently.

If there were a girl who would protect Draco like Praris did, especially if she were a powerful Auror who had captured so many Death Eaters, he would be deeply moved.

But at that time, Draco clearly didn't truly understand his own thoughts. Or rather, even now, he may not be very clear about his feelings and is simply acting on subconscious impulses.

Miles is different; he's in sixth grade now! And he's a popular Quidditch player!

So many people around him have been in relationships, and Miles himself has dated a few girls in his grade.

He is indeed a passionate and sincere person, but don't forget, he is also a Slytherin!

Love is no different from honor and power; if you want it, you have to fight for it and grab it!

What's wrong with using a few tricks to win love?

The idea of ​​being friends means you can either stay in the relationship or go from friends to boyfriends.

The so-called "borrowing talent" is nothing more than a small excuse for spending time together.

However, Prarese is indeed a different kind of girl, and being with her makes Miles feel like he has become much more motivated.

Prarese didn't bother to investigate the boys' little schemes; she was eating the cake Pansy had left for her.

Pansy said in confusion, "Hey, it's nothing serious! My grandma just made a delicious cake and wanted me to try it, so she had my mom send it over. You're back just in time, so there's some for you too."

Pansy rarely talks about her family. Although the Parkinsons are pure-blooded, and mostly Slytherins, they have neither a prominent position, nor enormous wealth, nor strong political ambitions.

Nevertheless, the Parkinson's family has always lived comfortably, content with modest wealth. This family has not only avoided major upheavals but has also never experienced financial hardship or fallen apart.

The Parkinson's family isn't the type of alpha wolf that preys on predators; these guys are more like hyenas following behind the beasts, with flexible political stances. While others feast, the Parkinsons get the scraps.

More than two hundred years ago, the Parkinson family had a Minister of Magic, but he didn't do a very good job and failed to be re-elected.

Praris glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye: "Is that so?"

Draco's ulterior motives were crystal clear to her, but she could only pretend not to notice. Perhaps Miles would be a good shield, but Prareas didn't want to take advantage of Miles's sincerity unless she had no other choice.

After Halloween, autumn is almost over.

The leaves fell silently, the grass turned yellow and withered, and the wind rustled the remaining leaves.

Ms. Sprout had collected many bags of magic fruits early on and sorted them out.

Some were stored in the cellar, some were sent to Professor Snape, some were sold to merchants at reasonable prices, and a new batch of seeds was also selected and purchased.

Inside the glass greenhouse, Ms. Sprout offered her a fruit with a thin, paper-like skin, called the sweet fruit.