HP North Star's Radiance

Hermione was taken aback and almost let go of the parchment scroll.

"She was tricked into becoming a Death Eater, but she didn't want to do those harmful things anymore. So Dumbledore gave her a chance, a chance to start over," Praris said with emotion. "You know what? She was terrified."

"She spends half her time not living in the wizarding world, but living like a Muggle. Clearly, she accepted Dumbledore's aid and betrayed Voldemort. If Voldemort rises again, then she—"

Prader didn't mention Professor Snape; she knew what to say and what to keep secret. If there were things that even Professor Snape hesitated to tell her, then she couldn't tell anyone else.

Hermione remembered Prarese mentioning "marathon" to her in front of the One-Eyed Witch statue.

In her eyes, Prasris was a pure-blood witch from Slytherin; otherwise, Malfoy wouldn't have been so close to her.

In this situation, the fact that she knows about "marathons," a concept typically understood only by Muggles, suggests that she must have someone in her life who has lived in the Muggle world for a long time.

After hearing these words, Hermione panicked a little: "Death Eaters—I don't know, I need to think about it some more."

“You can doubt me, it’s no big deal,” Prare said calmly. “But Potter has to learn these spells. I sympathize with his fate, but I’m also grateful that he’s lived to this day and given hope to many others.”

Hermione left with the parchment scroll, leaving Prareas lost in thought.

Easter has just passed, and the earth is awakening from its slumber. People imagine that what awakens are sprouting new buds, vast fields of bright forsythia, and thistles that ward off evil spirits.

However, while the damp land nurtures life, it also breeds decay and buries death.

Look up, and spring is sunshine and new buds on branches; look down, and spring is dampness and muddy soil.

The presence of a mysterious figure is disrupting Praris's happy life, and he is simultaneously threatening her two family members.

Compared to Professor Snape, who wasn't invited, Winnie, who was invited but didn't go, is definitely on the Death Eaters' blacklist.

She demonstrated her stance through her actions, but also put herself in danger.

Praris wanted to escape, to avoid thinking about these issues.

They avoid thinking about how to keep Potter alive, how to ensure their family's survival in the face of impending doom, and how to consider their feelings for Draco—the son of a Death Eater, a clear indication of the Malfoy family's stance.

Prader once thought Potter's inescapable fate was a tragedy. But now, she too must confront her family's Death Eater destiny and place her hopes on the Savior Boy.

Praris patted his face.

We cannot run away from it; to run away is to surrender the initiative to fate.

You cannot believe in fate; believing in fate is the first step into the realm of fate.

Gryffindor Common Room.

Hermione clutched the parchment tightly in both hands, walking back and forth while muttering to herself.

Harry tried to comfort her: "Hermione, people who really care about you won't care about Rita's nonsense, and people who care about those words aren't worth your sadness."

Ron coughed twice.

Mrs. Weasley gave Hermione a little surprise at Christmas – she was influenced by Rita's report and misunderstood Hermione.

Harry choked, then quickly added, "Anyway, just know that we'll always support and believe in you, that's enough."

“I don’t care about that. Dumbledore wouldn’t care about these gossips either,” Hermione said nonchalantly. “People can talk, but I can shut them up sooner or later. It’s no big deal—Harry, now you should see this.”

Harry took the parchment scroll, somewhat bewildered, and laid it flat on the table.

At first, his expression was relatively calm, but the more you looked at him, the wider his mouth opened became, until it was almost big enough to fit an egg.

"What is this?" Harry couldn't believe his eyes.

Hermione said firmly, "You have to learn these before the third match."

Ron was also somewhat surprised: "You said before that you wouldn't help Harry cheat."

“But we all know that for the person who dropped the note into the Goblet of Fire, the third match is his last chance,” Hermione said firmly. “This isn’t cheating; it’s for Harry’s safety.”

Ron said sympathetically, "But this is too much... Will Harry be able to learn it all?"

Hermione trusted Prader's accurate judgment; since she had arranged it this way, Harry would definitely be able to finish learning. But she had some doubts about Harry's ability to do it; Harry hadn't been able to learn the Bubble Head Charm last time.

“You’re right, time is of the essence.” Hermione hurriedly rolled up the parchment. “Harry, we don’t have enough time. We have to get started now.”

Harry wished he could cover Ron's mouth; Ron had completely made things worse in this whole affair.

“That’s how it is,” Harry sighed to Sirius. “She’s been stuffing knowledge into my mouth like a duck.”

“Oh Hermione, who gave you this?” Sirius looked at Hermione. “You shouldn’t have left Hogwarts—I know, I know.”

Regarding Harry's scar, Sirius specifically sought out Winnie and Dumbledore. Dumbledore told Sirius that Winnie was trustworthy and that she had refused the Death Eaters' gathering.

Winnie Brown was once Voldemort's whetstone, but she betrayed him twice. The first time was after Voldemort's death; the first thing she did upon gaining her freedom was to seek help from Dumbledore, and from then on, she spent half her time living in the Muggle world. The second time was last summer when she refused to attend the Death Eaters' march and rally at the World Cup.

Sirius and Lupin even knew her address, and she got along very well with her Muggle neighbors.

This is a fact that no amount of sweet talk can conceal: she is a complete traitor among the Death Eaters. Even if she were to side with Voldemort again, she would never be able to regain his trust.

Of course, Winnie never came to Hogwarts. But Sirius remembered that Winnie had a daughter who occasionally visited Madam Sprout's greenhouse and used to feed Crookshanks.

On the same day Sirius visited Winnie, he also met Winnie's daughter.

This is likely the origin of parchment.

Hermione didn't know what Sirius knew, but Sirius had already turned to Harry and said, "There's nothing wrong with what's in here, although I don't know why she gave you so many dueling spells."

Chapter 93 The Storm Is Brewing

"she?"

Harry and Ron exchanged glances, then looked at Hermione.

Hermione shrugged. "Yes, her."

She didn't elaborate on the matter, but Ron's expression softened somewhat.

Hermione added, "Based on our analysis, the maze's environment is perfect for a sneak attack. If Harry encounters the person who threw the note in the maze—perhaps a Death Eater—it would always be beneficial to know more dueling spells."

“They’re both right,” Sirius concluded. “Harry, try to learn as much as you can. But don’t put pressure on yourself. Dumbledore and I will be outside the third match the whole time. Come to Hogsmeade this weekend, and I’ll help you practice your spells.”

"But... how could you come to watch my match? This didn't happen in previous matches!"

Even so, the anticipation in Harry's eyes was like the waters of the Black Lake in early spring, rising to the point of almost overflowing.

Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder: "Insider information: parents are allowed to attend the third match. If you acknowledge me as your godfather—I mean, I'll certainly be waiting for you outside!"

Harry couldn't help feeling pressured, and Hermione, as if he were going to die in the competition, urged him to practice. In reality, there weren't many spells, but they were by no means easy; they weren't something that could be learned effortlessly.

Perhaps others cannot understand this feeling, but having Sirius by your side, knowing that Sirius will always protect you... it feels wonderful.

In any case, he has an elder who cares for him wholeheartedly and supports him, something Harry has longed for but been unable to obtain for the past ten years.

Spring has arrived, and the beech trees by Black Lake are growing vigorously, their dense foliage resembling green clouds.

Draco was happy to follow Prareus, but Prareus was not happy to have him follow him.

He rarely acted alone; Crabbe and Goyle were always with him. This meant that Praris, who was once free and independent, was now burdened with three people.

So, using the topic of girls as an excuse, she managed to get all three of them to leave at once.

"So, Pray, are you dating Draco?" Milison never knew the word "tact" in front of Prayers.

Praris shook his head: "How can it be considered a relationship if there's no confession?"

"Okay, maybe this is ambiguity. What does ambiguity feel like?" Milison asked curiously. "I thought you disliked him!"

"Do I look like I hate him?" Praris asked.

Millison said, "Before—you used to always talk back to him. Didn't you, Pansy? Pansy even got mad at you for it!"

Pansy chuckled: "I used to like Draco too! People always change because of things, just like fashion magazines, the trends change every season."

"To be honest, although I tried to set you two up, I really didn't expect you to accept his invitation," Pansy said curiously. "So, do you like him now? What do you like about him?"

"You're asking me questions based on my own experience?" Praris said in surprise.

This was a question she once asked Pansy, back when Pansy was in love with Draco.

Pansy shrugged: "I often ask myself that question too, it helps me remember how I got into this relationship."

Prarese was surprised to find that she had never thought about this question before.

When she was with Miles, she weighed her feelings. She worried that Miles was being too impulsive in the relationship, that he was making a lifelong commitment without truly understanding what kind of person she was.

Have they lived in Slytherin for too long?

She may have been influenced by the concept of bloodline, assuming that Draco wouldn't consider a mixed-race person as the same as him.

When she was with Draco, she never thought too much, as if it were a fleeting, ephemeral relationship. Since it was destined to be short-lived, who would care about the more distant future?

No matter how much the bard and the fairy loved each other, when the longing for his homeland called to him, he would always leave the fairy behind.

Prareas doesn't believe Draco loves her enough to surpass his family's love or his long-held belief in bloodlines.

That's ridiculous! She's not Venus!

Miles encouraged Prarese to enter into a relationship, but she never denied that she was still afraid of love, afraid of long-term love, afraid that love between men and women would be like cookies in a common room cupboard, getting damp and spoiled if left out too long.

At first, Prarese thought, if it won't last, why start? Later, her thinking changed; she couldn't refuse to start just because she was afraid of ending it.

Now, Praris thinks that if she approaches a relationship with a "life is short, life is short" attitude, then even if she loses it, it won't catch her off guard. Who knows, maybe they won't even reach the point where their relationship expires!

Prarese pulled herself back to reality and said to Millison and Pansy, "It's not teasing, it's joking. When a girl finds a boy cute, that's the beginning of her downfall."

Pansy was stunned. She remembered how Jacob had been completely fooled by her and how he had stuck roses on her letters.

In most cases, men are in relationships to take and to possess; women are in relationships to give and to feel sorry for and love the other person.

This is something men, whose upbringing has been distorted, will never understand. In the eyes of many women, cuteness equates to being worthy of love, and pitifulness equates to being worthy of pity.

Draco lay sprawled on the sofa, his legs propped up high, engrossed in a book titled "The Alchemy That Is Faced, Perfected, and Supplemented."

He held the book to his chest with his left hand, using his right hand as a pillow to support his head. He said to Praris, "Do you always write to Brown? You two correspond more often than I write to my parents!"

The quill pen Praliss was holding was the very one Draco had given her, and it always made him feel a little envious.

Draco never talks about love, nor does he lower his head to express his feelings, but he quietly replaces Praris's belongings little by little with things he buys and makes himself.

He told Theodore, "I have no respect for those guys who go around proclaiming their love; they're the most unreliable. True love isn't about words, it's about actions."

Theodore sneered after hearing this. Was he unwilling to say it, or simply unable to bring himself to say it? Yes, you're the most proactive one; you say nothing, but you've already put your arm around someone's waist at the ball.

“Of course, she’ll tear the house apart if I’m not there,” Praris said, making it up on the spot.

Owls flying around are quite conspicuous. Prareas then categorized all communications with Hermione, Professor Snape, Stella, and others as letters from Diagon Alley.