HP North Star's Radiance

Prarese never felt inadequate; she only kept urging her teacher, Malfoy, to adapt his dance instruction to her level.

“You can hardly imagine how domineering she is!” Draco said.

Pansy chuckled: "Draco, you'd better take that smile off your face, or I won't believe what you're saying. Look, that's the domineering guy you were talking about!"

Draco turned to Pansy and said, "Anyway, listen to me, you can't go wrong. Don't just take that man back! I'm leaving now!"

After saying that, he left Pansy behind and strode away.

Life is one foolish thing chasing another, and love is two foolish things chasing each other.

Didn't Pansy know that it wouldn't be so easy to accept Jacob back?

She knew it; she understood it perfectly well.

But Jacob did it, at least he has done it now.

He volunteered to come to Hogwarts, even though he knew he wouldn't be chosen. He defied his taciturn nature and put into words what he had written on paper. He confessed his feelings to Pansy and begged for her love.

So Pansy did not pull her hand away from Jacob's.

Chapter 89 Christmas Ball

I don't want to think about these things anymore.

Pansy watched Draco run toward Praris and watch him whisper something to Praris.

She couldn't help but laugh, mocking Draco for just "complaining" about Praris's domineering behavior.

How could Prareas not know how to ballroom dance?

On the contrary, she danced wonderfully.

Aside from a saint, who could resist teasing a boy who appears arrogant but is actually awkward?

Today's breakfast at Hogwarts was Cornish pie, a dish we hadn't seen in a long time. It's similar in appearance to Chinese fried dumplings but much larger. The pie crust was baked until crispy, and the inside was filled with tender stewed beef and some onions—it was delicious.

Traditionally, Cornish pies are eaten by holding the frilled edge and only eating the part outside of it. But modern Britons don't follow this custom anymore. The once flat pie has become puffy, and the frilled edge resembles the plates on a dinosaur's back; now, people eat the whole pie.

After dinner, Draco walked beside her and said, "I dare say some Gryffindors will be all alone at the ball. Because no one will accept their invitation."

"What? Are you going to go with them?" Praris said slowly.

Draco quickly looked at her: "You can't do this! I've already taught you three dance steps!"

“Oh, you’re right,” Praris said casually. “Then I must thank you, Professor Draco.”

“It’s nothing, it’s a piece of cake for me,” Draco said smugly.

Just then, Ron Weasley's voice came through to them: "Hermione, who are you planning to go to the ball with?"

Hermione's tone held a hint of displeasure: "I'm not telling you, you'll definitely make fun of me."

“What a joke, Weasley!” Draco’s tone was full of sarcasm. “Did you think someone would invite… what?”

Praris calmly withdrew his hand and said, "I just discovered that the box you gave me is missing. Did you see it?"

Draco frowned and gave the Weasleys a cold laugh: "Consider yourselves lucky—you actually lose things sometimes?"

After saying that to Weasley, he immediately withdrew his disdainful gaze and followed Prarese forward, asking her questions in a low voice.

Ron shouted angrily, "What did you say? Lucky? Come on! You white—" (ferre—)

Prarese turned around abruptly, glared at him fiercely, and said coldly, "Mr. Weasley, watch your words."

Her dark eyes looked like the water of a black lake. You couldn't see what was inside, but your intuition told you that there was danger beneath.

Prareus interrupted Weasley and pulled Draco away from the foyer.

"Prince looked like he wanted to kill me," Ron said, still shaken.

“She won’t kill you,” Hermione said.

Hermione thought that Prares's claim of not finding anything was a distraction for Malfoy. As for stopping Ron from continuing, perhaps he was afraid of another battle in the foyer? After all, Professor Moody was still eating at the teachers' table.

Hermione believed Prince was different, just as many people said Durmstrang students were all practicing dark magic, but she thought the Krum people were alright.

However, the reality was not what she imagined. How could Prares possibly defend a Gryffindor in front of Slytherin?

This was simply a way to kill two birds with one stone while protecting Draco and gaining Hermione's favor—a convenient side effect.

Harry said, "Her eyes are somewhat like Snape's, but she looks more like she wants to sew our mouths shut."

There will be a dance this Christmas, and many students have chosen to stay at school for the holiday. As a result, this Christmas break has seen the most people in Praris in recent years.

At times like these, almost no one can focus on studying; they're all preoccupied with playing and having fun.

Two days before Christmas, Praris finally "learned" enough dance steps to support a ball.

Draco was very pleased with himself, feeling that his teaching skills were exceptional.

Pansy asked Praris, "Is it fun?"

“Pretty good.” Praris raised an eyebrow.

On Christmas morning, Prarese woke up at the same time as usual, while the other girls were already looking at their presents.

It felt like we were back in first grade, even though everyone was very different now.

Prarese also crouched down to look at her gifts. Ms. Sprout gave her a copy of "A Guide to Identifying Wild Herbs"; Winnie gave her a pair of dark green high heels; and Mrs. Prie gave her a lipstick.

Only Professor Snape, after all these years, has been consistently and honestly giving money away. He's not unaware that Prader is no longer the child who needed pocket money.

However, asking him to think about what gift to buy for a fifteen-year-old girl is too much to ask.

As for the small gifts exchanged among other classmates, there are too many to count.

The only one who was refused a gift was Draco. Praris shook the box and said to him, "Congratulations, you're the first one to give me a gift."

Throughout the morning, almost no one left the common room. Students gathered around several small round tables, some playing wizard chess, some playing Goblin, some showing off the gifts they had received, and some drinking tea, chatting, and eating cookies.

Milison couldn't take the game; after losing two rounds to Gaobushi, he refused to play anymore.

Pansy couldn't afford to play either, but when she lost Wizard Chess, she loudly demanded reinforcements, asking Praris to get revenge for her.

Praris had never played Wizard's Chess, but she knew a little about chess. She asked to watch a game first, then went on the field and crushed her classmates, ultimately being refused participation in any future Wizard's Chess games.

In contrast, the wizard chess pieces seem to be reluctant to part with Praris.

In the afternoon, Praris sat by the fireplace, warming herself and reading. As she read, she dozed off, and then it got dark.

When she returned to the dormitory, the girls were all putting on dresses, helping each other with their hair and makeup and putting on jewelry.

Millison urged her, "Play, where have you been? Come and fix your hair."

As Praris put on her dress, she pondered some unusual questions: Why do women wear brightly colored dresses, while men mostly consider a suit formal? Why do women research what jewelry to wear, while men can go without any? Why…

Prarese said these words to Pansy while combing her hair.

Daphne, standing nearby, shrugged: "Don't say these things to men. Most men only want to know about attractive bodies, not attractive minds. They'll just say: 'Oh, girls lose their charm if they think too much.'"

“A man who says something like that can hardly be considered charming,” Praris said.

Pansy patted Praris on the shoulder: "Don't worry, your boyfriend probably has more jewelry than you do."

Pansy was right. Draco wore a black velvet high-necked tuxedo robe, which looked quite like what Father Dorian would wear to important occasions.

However, he added a lapel chain to the boutonniere at his chest, revealing a silver snake's head, and wore dark green rings on his well-defined fingers. His cufflinks were also quite distinctive. These small pieces of jewelry softened the formality of his ceremonial robes, making him finally look less like a church priest.

Because of the issues that came to mind while changing clothes, Praris looked at Draco's jewelry, while Draco looked at far more than Praris.

Praliss walked out of the girls' dormitory corridor, and Draco immediately spotted her dark green dress.

The entire gown concealed her arms, revealing only her shoulders, showcasing her fair, smooth skin and defined collarbones. The gown crisscrossed and wrapped around her body from the neckline, highlighting her elegant waist. The lower half of the gown was generously draped in fabric, shimmering and sparkling as she walked.

Praris had let her hair down, which she usually wore in a bun, but it couldn't diminish her aloof demeanor. Her deep-set eyes and dark red lipstick made the first word that pop into one's mind when seeing her "sharp."

“I look like your servant,” Draco said with a self-deprecating laugh.

Praris laughed and said, "Then I'll leave my safety to you tonight."

"It would be my great honor."

The Slytherin wizards and witches walked together from the underground to the Great Hall.

Pansy's male companion was Jacob from Durmstrang. Pansy stood very close to him, but Jacob kept his head down and talked to her, and he certainly seemed to have made great progress.

Milison's companion was Derian Pursey. The two huddled together and talked about Quidditch.

Daphne's date was Theodore. The aloof Theodore originally didn't want to attend the ball, but he had no choice; Daphne was determined to choose a handsome one.

Daphne told Prares, "I won't blame those men, because I just want to appreciate their attractive faces."

Miles was holding hands with Katherine Selwyn, while Terence was with a very gentle-looking senior.

The only two left were Crabbe and Goyle, who couldn't find dance partners and could only talk to each other.

Professor McGonagall was at the forefront directing, instructing the warriors and their partners to go first.

Then, Prarese finally saw Hermione beside Krum. She looked absolutely radiant, which made Prarese smile.

Draco followed her gaze to the warriors and couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the beautiful women," Praretan said honestly.

Draco felt like he was riding a broken flying broomstick, his heart pounding with fear. Prarese glanced at the Durmstrang boys swimming shirtless in the winter, then at the other pretty girls at the dance.

Draco couldn't help but think: Can't I at least glance at your male companion?

Once the warriors had all gone inside, the other male and female wizards followed closely behind.

The auditorium walls were covered in silver frost, the ceiling was a glittering starry sky, and wreaths of mistletoe and ivy hung all around. The long tables were gone, replaced by a large round table and about a hundred smaller round tables. At the large round table sat the judges, professors, warriors, and their dance partners. The other students were scattered among the smaller round tables.

The dinner menu was no longer fixed; instead, guests could order whatever they wanted.

Despite the abundance of choices, no one cares what they eat for dinner.

Everyone kept talking, but no one ate much food; they just whispered to their dance partners.

When dinner was over, Dumbledore waved his wand and removed the central table, and the special guest band for the dinner, the "Weird Sisters," made their dazzling appearance.

After the warriors began their opening dance, Draco extended his hand to Praris, inviting her to join him. They walked hand in hand onto the dance floor, dancing the familiar steps they had performed countless times.

Draco said with some surprise, "You're jumping much better than before."

Praris couldn't help but chuckle: "Really? Looks like I'm pretty good at improvising."