HP North Star's Radiance

"Thankfully, I didn't do that in the end. Another thing I'm very glad about is that I'm no longer that silly child who torments myself with bad thoughts. Ms. Priscilla, Miss Winnie, don't worry about me, I'm fine now, just a little sad."

Praris placed the letter paper and quill pen at her feet, hugged herself tightly, and didn't shed a single tear.

But she was still a little sad.

She wasn't sad for herself; she was sad for Miles.

She didn't know if she had done the right thing; perhaps her decision was correct, or perhaps it was wrong.

But life isn't like Potions class; she had no mentor, no one to tell her whether she was right or wrong.

She could only keep walking like this, swaying and staggering.

The following Tuesday, the first match of the three-way battle was held in the afternoon.

Neither the competition nor someone ending a relationship that never started will affect the normal progress of morning classes.

Quite coincidentally, this morning's class was Professor Victor's arithmetic divination.

The last time she was hospitalized to protect Draco, the class she was forced to miss was Arithmetic Divination.

Even more coincidentally, Professor Victor is teaching today how to use arithmetic divination to predict love.

The system of arithmetic divination believes that some numbers resonate harmoniously, some are in a state of harmony, and some are disharmonious.

Therefore, one can use arithmetic divination to determine a person's attitude towards relationships.

Chapter 86 The First Match

"Can you tell me if two people are destined to be together and if they can stay together forever?" a Gryffindor girl asked, raising her hand.

Professor Victor laughed heartily: "Lavender Brown, is that right? Miss Brown, arithmetic can certainly predict the fate of two people. But some people, even if their attributes are incompatible, still hold hands. Because when the goddess of fate was weaving, she left a thread for us."

After explaining love divination, Professor Victor gave the students time to practice on their own.

He himself sat casually at an empty table in the first row, happily discussing the three-way competition with the students in front of him.

Praris was halfway through her calculations when Lavender, who had just raised her hand to ask a question, suggested, "Why don't we calculate the attitudes of the boys we like towards love?!"

Several Gryffindor girls suddenly realized, and one of them said, "I'll count Cedric and Krum!"

"You're being too greedy, counting two at once?"

"What's wrong with calculating it! Aren't you curious—"

"Ugh, how annoying!"

Praris's lips twitched twice, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

Pansy nudged her: "Aren't you going to consider your relationship with Blair?"

Praris said slowly, "There's no need for that. I only trust the line I hold in my own hand."

In the afternoon, the three-way battle began as scheduled.

"There are far more people here than at a normal Quidditch match."

Millison couldn't help but sigh, she and Daphne had reserved seats in advance for Pansy and Praris, who had classes before lunch.

Pansy and Praris squeezed their way through, almost turning themselves into a shovel of meat paste. Pansy, in particular, wasn't as tall as Praris, and as they pushed, her feet nearly left the ground!

“I can’t see where you are!” Pansy complained, frowning. “Luckily, I was holding onto Pray’s sleeve tightly.”

Praris raised his left hand and said maliciously, "You pay up."

Her cuffs were already torn and deformed.

Millison and Daphne couldn't help but burst into laughter.

When the dragon trainer pulled the first fire dragon into the arena, the stands instantly turned into a beehive, with loud and soft discussions mingling into a noisy buzzing.

No one could imagine that the warriors would have to face a fire dragon!

“I mean, it’s a fire dragon!” Milison said incredulously. “It takes five adults to control one fire dragon!”

They were referring to the dragon tamers.

With a whistle, Dumbledore signaled the students to be quiet; the first warrior was about to enter.

Everyone, whether students or teachers, craned their necks to look towards the entrance.

The first fighter to face the Swedish short-nosed dragon has finally appeared: Diggory from Hogwarts!

Diggory wasn't an impulsive person. He first stood to the side, observing the fire dragon and the arena from a distance. The audience held their breath, afraid that their breathing would disturb his thoughts.

Before long, he moved. Diggory raised his wand and turned a rock on the ground into a Newfoundland hound.

"He must have done very well in Transfiguration class," Praris exclaimed.

Indeed, Diggory's Newfoundland hound was incredibly realistic, and the Swedish Brachydios was quickly drawn to it. It hesitated before leaving its den and heading towards the hound. Diggory seized the opportunity and strode towards the dragon eggs.

A Hufflepuff student clenched his fist: "Well done!"

Diggory ran toward the golden egg...and he touched the golden egg!

Millison let out a soft "Wow!" and exclaimed, "Is he going to win?"

Praris shook his head: "It depends on luck."

Diggory used only a Transfiguration Charm; he neither controlled the dragon nor concealed his actions.

If you're lucky, you'll pass the level easily; if you're unlucky...

The fire dragon suddenly turned its head and saw Digori running, and also saw the golden egg in his arms!

"what--"

The entire stands were filled with screams, as if an entire greenhouse had been filled with mandrakes and pulled from the mud at once! Praris quickly covered his ears with his hands, but still felt a violent jolt to his eardrums.

Digori nimbly dodged, but couldn't escape the fire dragon's attack and was scorched by the flames.

Despite his injuries, he persevered with his strong willpower and successfully carried the dragon egg to the entrance.

Millison stammered, "Being a warrior—isn't that a bit too dangerous?"

Many people here, like Millison, had never realized the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament before. Some might have heard of past injuries and deaths during the tournament, but nobody took it seriously. After all, even in Quidditch, a broken neck is possible.

In fact, what limits the longevity of most wizards is not their physical health, but their dangerous lifestyle.

The second contestant was Delacour of Beauxbatons, who had to contend with the Welsh Green Dragon. The girl used a hypnotic spell and almost succeeded, if the dragon hadn't snored and set her skirt on fire.

The third contestant was Krum, who had to deal with the Chinese Fireball Dragon. He used a spell Praris hadn't seen before; in any case, he hit the dragon in the eye, rendering it unable to focus on him. Of course, the temporarily blinded dragon couldn't care less about its offspring and trampled several eggs in succession.

The Ministry of Magic must be heartbroken; these eggs are definitely worth a lot of money.

The fourth contestant was, as always, the unlucky savior Harry Potter. From a group of already ferocious dragons, he chose the most ferocious one: the Hungarian Horned Wasp.

Compared to the other players, Porter was in better form; he didn't seem as nervous.

To Praris's surprise, he summoned his rocket crossbow with a summoning spell, using it to circle around the tree bees.

Prarese felt that he appreciated Potter more than he had in second grade.

She couldn't help but think, "This is truly unexpected; he has made excellent use of his talents. This is indeed a good fit for him, and it's the style of combat he's most familiar with."

One easily overlooked point is that this is real-world combat. In real-world combat, there is never a best way to respond, only the most appropriate way to respond.

Prares' solution is similar to Diggory's.

Diggory is excellent, that's undeniable. But he lacks practical experience and the breadth of his spells. Therefore, he cannot adapt flexibly in actual combat, nor can he consider more potential dangers.

Therefore, it is not surprising that he made mistakes during the game.

But Potter is different. Although he is not as good at Transfiguration as Diggory, and his spell range and strength are not as great as Praris's, he has his own advantages.

Choosing to use a flying broomstick without anyone else's help demonstrates his clear self-awareness. In this way, he successfully transformed an unfamiliar match into something familiar, turning the challenge of dealing with the dragon into a Quidditch game he was well-versed in.

Diggory's burns are a point deduction, Krum's breaking of the dragon egg is a point deduction, Delacour's burning of his dress is a point deduction, and Potter's arm injury later on is also a point deduction.

However, it cannot be ignored that Porter won the fastest.

“It looks like Porter will be number one,” Millison said. “It’s a shame about Diggory.”

After a while, the results of the competition came out. Porter did indeed win first place, but he tied for first place with Krum.

Karkaroff gave an unfair rating, trying to downplay his assessment of Porter, which ultimately led to this situation.

Meanwhile, Hermione was meticulously questioning Harry, trying to get him to tell her what had happened before and after the match—something she and Prader had agreed upon.

Prareas said to Hermione, "I can't build a roof without laying a foundation. Naturally, I can't draw a conclusion without information."

Therefore, Hermione needs to gather more information if she wants to work with Prareas to analyze the mastermind behind the scenes.

Ron and Harry have made up, which makes Hermione very happy. But when they stop arguing, they talk a lot of nonsense, seriously affecting Hermione's ability to get things done!

However, Ron did say a few useful things. He told Harry and Hermione that Karkaroff used to be a Death Eater.

Hermione paused for a moment, then said, "Didn't I say that? Of course he's a Death Eater!"

“You didn’t say that!” Harry and Ron said in unison.

Hermione clapped her hands: "Oh dear, I forgot! Spoon told me that Karkaroff was captured by Moody! But he's definitely not the one who did it!"

Ron raised an eyebrow: "Okay, the invisible fourth person, we finally have two Hermiones."

Harry picked up where he left off, saying, "We really have to thank him; he's helped us a lot. But why is that?"

Hermione said, “Spoon and I are different! We’ve discussed it. The professors patrol at night, and Karkaroff isn’t a Hogwarts graduate. He’s not familiar with Hogwarts and doesn’t have an invisibility cloak. He can’t do this without anyone noticing.”

Harry and Ron exchanged a glance, then realized. They hadn't considered that question at all.

Hermione said to Harry, "Harry, you have to tell me everything that Bagman, Crouch, and Professor Moody have ever said to you!"

“You doubt Moody?!” Ron exclaimed incredulously. “He’s an Auror!”

Harry nodded. "He was a bit strange, but he really helped me. And Dumbledore trusted him, didn't he?"

Hermione couldn't help but admire Prasris's foresight. She said, as they had agreed beforehand, "We didn't suspect Ginny when she was being controlled, but the final result was unexpected. Harry, Spoon said it was necessary."

It has to be said that, under Hermione's subtle influence, Harry and Ron have become accustomed to this invisible "friend".

“If Spoon wanted to harm us, he wouldn’t have had to save us so many times,” Harry once told Ron.

There was no way around it; after all, this "friend" was different from their other friends. Spoon was always secretive, and it would take Harry and Ron some time to accept his presence.

In short, Hermione interrogated Harry like a police officer, taking notes of every single word the three men said.