HP North Star's Radiance

After a dizzying spin, he fell heavily to the ground.

"what--"

Cedric writhed on the ground in agony, like a dying fish on the shore. In his panic, Apparition had torn away a large chunk of flesh from his arm, revealing linear cut marks on the exposed bone.

“Harry…Harry…”

Cedric forced himself to stand up despite the pain and staggered toward the school.

He forgot—

In their haste, both he and Harry forgot.

He forgot that Apparition was forbidden at Hogwarts, and he was only thinking about getting to the stands outside the hedge, but he was blocked by Hogwarts magic and fell into Hogsmeade.

Cedric had never felt so far from the school and Hogsmeade, as if they were on the other side of England.

Excessive blood loss left him dizzy and weak in his hands and feet. The missing piece of flesh in his arm also caused him constant, recurring, sharp pains in his nerves.

Every time he tried to run, excessive blood loss nearly caused him to collapse; every time he was close to losing consciousness, the pain in his arm kept him somewhat conscious.

In the moment when the pain threatened to kill his consciousness, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness, only Harry, who was in grave danger, kept him from falling into a coma.

"Cedric! Cedric! What are you doing here?"

The astronomy professor's voice rang out behind him.

Cedric was both surprised and delighted. He thought everyone was watching the game, but he never expected that Professor Sinestadt would be in Hogsmeade!

It must be that God didn't want Harry to die!

"Quick! Find Dumbledore! Save Harry!"

After Cedric finished speaking, he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

……

Dumbledore held the letter Hermione handed him, his gaze moving until it landed on the signature "Talia" at the end.

Muggle Talia, that was the portrait Dumbledore discussed during his first conversation with Praris Prince.

On that day, Dumbledore decided to reveal Prader's existence to Winnie Brown.

His sharp, piercing gaze was directed at Moody, or rather, Barty Crouch Jr., not far away.

……

Bertha Jorkins, his mother Lily, his father James... figures flew out from Voldemort's wand.

Harry was thankful for a moment that he had let Cedric go first, so that there wouldn't be another wronged soul among them.

Voldemort and his servants "served" him with the Crucifixion Curse, and he almost thought he was going to die. But his wand, with the same core as Voldemort's, gave him a chance. The vengeful spirits of those who died at Voldemort's hands surrounded him, spreading their arms to block the Death Eaters' view and prevent Harry from going to his death.

"Sinking deep into the mud!"

A mud pit suddenly appeared beneath the Death Eaters' feet, and Harry heard them struggling in it.

"Yellow sand fills the sky!"

The sand and gravel in the cemetery were swept up by the strong wind, obscuring their view.

"The trophy is flying in!"

Harry leaped up and grabbed the trophy that was flying through the air!

……

The professors, referees, and family members watching the game were all puzzled as to what had happened.

Dumbledore suddenly took control of Moody, uttering strange and unusual phrases. He then ordered almost all the professors and judges to enter the maze to locate Harry.

Just then, Aurora Sinister suddenly stumbled over, shouting, "Something's happened! Something's happened! Professor Dumbledore is in trouble!"

She cried out, “Cedric…no—Harry, Headmaster Dumbledore, save Harry!”

"What's wrong with Cedric!" Mr. Diggory rushed out like a cannonball. "My son—what's wrong with my son Cedric!"

“Calm down, Mr. Diggory!” said Dumbledore. “Aurora, we’ve sent someone to find Harry—what happened?”

“I was drinking at Three Broomsticks,” Sinesta gasped. “Cedric suddenly appeared, his left arm covered in blood, and he was delirious. He told me to find Dumbledore to save Harry Potter!”

"boom!"

Everyone looked in the direction the sound came from—Harry Potter was lying face down on the grass, his condition unknown.

The crowd automatically made way for Dumbledore, who rushed forward, grabbed Harry's shoulders tightly, and flipped him over.

“Harry? Harry!” Dumbledore’s voice carried a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Harry's eyes were glazed over as he gazed into those loving eyes: "He's back. Voldemort is back."

hum-

A heated discussion erupted from the crowd.

Da-da-da-da

"I really don't know how you managed to get it like this," Draco snorted in dissatisfaction. "Now you know to come to me?"

Draco held up the repaired bracelet, gesturing for Praris to extend her hand: "Didn't I say I 'don't understand'? It's quite an honor that Miss Praris specifically sought my help—"

“I was in too much of a rush,” Prarese said softly. “You know that’s not what I really meant.”

Draco said sarcastically as he packed up his tools, "As if I knew what you were thinking."

“I was wrong,” Praretan said. “I shouldn’t have rejected your kindness, and I shouldn’t have said you ‘didn’t understand’ the experiment.”

Prarese believes there's no point in arguing that she was indeed not very nice to Draco at the time.

Draco looked like he was choking.

Praris has already apologized, and if he continues with sarcastic remarks, it would be unreasonable—even though he's the kind of person who always tries to be reasonable even when he's wrong. But if he forgives Praris so easily, it would make him seem too easy to talk to.

How much sugar should I add to black tea?

Praris stood up at some point, took out tea leaves from the cupboard, and turned to ask Draco.

"A little less," Draco answered instinctively.

It wasn't until Draco had finished most of his cup of tea that he realized he had already walked down the steps.

School clinic.

"And so, he was resurrected."

Harry lay in bed and recounted the entire process, including Peter Pettigrew brewing the potion to resurrect Voldemort and the Flashback Curse.

Fudge strode in, his face ashen, and roared, "Who can prove it?!"

Sirius Black was the first to rush into the maze to find Harry, but he was the last to see him, which filled him with immense guilt. Now he sits on Harry's bedside, holding Harry's hand tightly.

Seeing Fudge's attitude towards Harry, he gripped his wand, stood up, and glared at him fiercely, as if he could bite a piece of flesh off his neck at any moment.

“Cedric,” Harry blurted out. “Cedric saw it! I told him to come back and get help, but he—”

“Cedric saw nothing!” Mr. Diggory shouted angrily. “Nothing at all!”

Cedric hesitated, glancing at Mr. Diggory, then at Harry and Dumbledore.

“I…” Cedric said, “I really didn’t see it.”

Harry stared at him in astonishment.

“But I heard it,” Cedric added. “I heard them say they were going to use Harry to resurrect ‘Master,’ and Harry told me to go first. I Apparated to Hogsmeade and met Professor Sinestadt.”

Cedric looked at Harry apologetically: "I'm sorry I couldn't get you reinforcements—but I trust Harry; he's a trustworthy warrior."

Fudge shouted, "That means nobody can prove it!"

“It used to be!” Professor McGonagall pointed a trembling finger at Fudge and shouted in a shrill voice.

Dumbledore demanded sharply, “What’s going on? What are you doing here? Minerva—I told you to keep an eye on Barty Crouch Jr…”

The letter from "Student Talia" exposed Barty Crouch Jr.'s identity, and Dumbledore quickly detained him. Once the effects of Polyjuice Potion wore off, he could no longer conceal his true identity.

“No need!” Professor McGonagall said shrilly and angrily. “We no longer have to look after little Crouch! The Secretary has made it all possible!”

"Professor McGonagall was furious; I've never seen her so angry." Hermione met with Prader in private; she didn't dare write a letter, fearing it might be sent to the wrong person and seen by someone who shouldn't.

"Minister Fudge killed Barty Crouch Jr. with the Dementors. I think either he was a Death Eater who wanted to cover up the fact that Voldemort had been resurrected so that they could do bad things in secret, or he was a fool who thought he could pretend that nothing had happened by burying his head in the sand."

"It turns out he was the latter. He believed Rita Skeeter's nonsense and thought Harry was mentally unstable—I have to advise you to stay away from the Malfoys and their ilk. They're full of lies and always trying to smear Harry."

"You might not know this, but Professor Snape is a Death Eater! He used the Dark Mark on his arm to prove that Voldemort had been resurrected. But Dumbledore said he trusted Professor Snape—I'm really confused, do you know what's going on?"

Prareas had no idea whether the magic she taught Potter and the things she constantly reminded him of had contributed in any way to his survival.

But at least he did survive.

But it was no use; Voldemort was resurrected.

Praris sat in the corner, looking like a silent statue.

After a while, she said, "I understand."

Prareas told himself that a person's failure should not be attributed to circumstances, but to themselves.

It's wrong to blame Potter for Voldemort's resurrection; it's already a miracle he's alive. It's wrong to complain that Dumbledore couldn't stop Voldemort; he only has one pair of eyes, yet he had to see every single piece on the chessboard.

For Praris, the only reason for her failure was herself; it was her timidity, her hesitation, and her lack of strength.

Chapter 96 End of Fourth Grade

“Hermione,” Prarese’s voice seemed to float in the sky, “I cannot answer you.”

Hermione asked, "Why?"

Prarese said, "If it is something that you and your companions need to know, Dumbledore will tell you sooner or later."

The implication is that since Dumbledore has chosen not to speak, it's simply not the right time yet.

Hermione emphasized each word clearly: "Danger is coming, Praris! But the professors have kept it from us—we were completely unaware until we ran headfirst into the iceberg!"

“I understand how you feel, and I know it’s difficult.” Prares’s gaze trembled slightly as it fell on Hermione. “Having only a vague understanding, feeling anxious, wanting to do something but unable to… No one can stand still and wait for fate to decide their fate.”

Hermione covered her mouth; she couldn't forget what Harry had said—Voldemort had used the Crucifixion Curse on her friends, and all she could do then was wait for fate to intervene from the audience.