I, the Dark Lord, will definitely be a good principal!

[Harry Potter fanfiction + no romantic pairing + sickly (partially feigning illness) + villain + Slytherin]

1. I am aware that this book contains original content (please check the box).

2. I know this is a villain story, and I will not use normal human morality to judge the protagonist (please check the box).

3. I am free to ship any pairings, but I will not tag the author to make her write about them, nor will I force other people to participate (please check the box).

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P.S.: The main character's art style has a slightly effeminate feel (laughs), you can leave if you mind.

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July 24, 1991, Malfoy Estate, early morning.

Lucius Malfoy was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, and he was in a very good mood.

The weather was lovely, and his wife's good morning kiss was sweet, but most importantly, yesterday at the Ministry of Magic, Arthur Weasley was in a real bind because his sixth son was about to start school.

Look at how anxious he is... He has so many children that he can't afford to raise them all, it's really pitiful!

The newspaper turned a page, but the contents clearly did not interest Mr. Malfoy.

"They even got the ads on the front page of the newspaper. These people are shameless enough to get advertising fees!" he muttered to himself.

Just then, a small figure walked in from the restaurant door.

"Father, I received my acceptance letter..." he said softly.

Lucius frowned. Angel Malfoy, his adopted son.

He did not adopt the child voluntarily; in fact, he was forced to give him the Malfoy surname.

Ten years ago, a mysterious person handed this child to him and asked him to adopt him.

And he told him that if anything happened to him, he should give the diary to the child.

He didn't know what would happen if he actually did that...

But his intuition told him that if he did that, something would definitely happen that would disrupt the current situation.

The Dark Lord might be resurrected...

So he didn't do that; the shadow cast by the Dark Lord was simply too terrifying.

He felt that his current life was good enough; the pure-blood family still enjoyed its privileges, and the Malfoy family's business was making a normal profit. There was really no need for the Dark Lord to return.

When the Dark Lord was in control, the Death Eaters, though lawless, still had a master above them... a master who could use the Unforgivable Curse on them if he was unhappy, and they couldn't do business at all.

Where can it compare to now?

Thus, Angel Malfoy became a problem for him.

Besides him, there were other people who knew of Angor's existence, and they were also worried that the Dark Lord would make a comeback, so they had no choice but to keep Angor at Malfoy Manor.

We can't throw him out, and we can't kill him; we can only... let him fend for himself.

Hopefully, he'll be more self-aware and, after going to Hogwarts, choose to take the money and leave, applying to stay on campus for all his holidays...

Lucius Malfoy would never admit that there was another fundamental reason why he hated the boy—the boy's blood-red eyes reminded him of the Dark Lord whenever he saw them.

Lucius's gaze swept across the boy's face, and he pursed his lips, a flutter of emotion he himself didn't even realize he felt.

Lucius glanced down at the letter in Angor's hand and frowned. "In a few days, I'll take Draco to Diagon Alley. You can come along too."

Angell never looked up. After receiving the reply, he mechanically responded with a "thank you" and then turned and left.

As soon as he stepped out of the restaurant, his steps became lighter, and his mood was not affected by Lucius's attitude at all.

—Although he lived in Malfoy Manor, he and the other people in the manor seemed to live in two completely different worlds.

Lucius and Narcissa left him to his own devices and told Malfoy to ignore him, but then again, he didn't really want to see them either.

Ingres Malfoy has a secret.

His soul is composed of three parts—

One-third is the time traveler Xu Congwei, one-third is the real ten-year-old child Angel, and the remaining one-third...

He is the infamous Dark Lord.

That's right, it's Voldemort, the Dark Lord who once plunged Europe into fear.

Ten years ago, Voldemort found another child in America who had inherited the blood of Slytherin. He brought him back and placed a magical mark on him.

After his death, for some unknown reason, a fragment of his soul entered the child's body, and at the same time, a soul from another world also entered Angel Malfoy's body.

The three souls have completely merged into one new soul, but because two of them already had strong self-awareness, Angel Malfoy is now somewhat split in personality.

It's like using the same ingredients in different proportions to create desserts with slightly different flavors.

Angell walked through the corridor and went up to the second floor, where the Malfoy family's library was located.

Although the Malfoys didn't interfere with him, he was relatively free at Malfoy Manor, except for a few secret rooms.

Or to put it another way, the things they brought out were all things they thought could withstand the Ministry of Magic's inspection, and no matter how Angor looked at them, they were irrelevant.

However, Angel's activities are limited to the manor; they wouldn't let him run away.

"So that's why your memory is so confused... You already knew these things, but now I have to learn them all over again."

The "main personality," dominated by the transmigrator's consciousness with minor influences from the child's and Voldemort's consciousness, complained.

"In that situation, I'm lucky to have survived. And you're asking me why I can't give you knowledge directly?"

The "alternate personality," primarily driven by Voldemort's consciousness with minor influences from the child's and the transmigrator's consciousness, said helplessly.

"Ugh……"

"Be content. At least we can regain our knowledge much faster than a real child. Once you have the wand, we can cast most of the spells that Hogwarts teaches!"

Ingres wandered through the library and soon found the bookshelf he had been frequenting lately.

but……

The book I was almost finished reading last time has now disappeared without a trace.

Seemingly sensing something, Angell turned his head to look in one direction on the side of the bookshelf.

The platinum-blonde boy stood under the bookshelf, holding the book he hadn't finished reading, and looked at him with a malicious smile.

It just looks like it deserves a beating.

as predicted……

"Hey~ Isn't this Angell? I heard from Dobby that you study here every day... Trying to impress your parents with this? Let me tell you, it's no use!"

He held the book that Ingres was looking for high, his tone smug.

"How could the Malfoy family produce such an idiot..." Voldemort's dominant alternate personality began to ramble.

"So what do we do now? If we beat him up, Lucius will probably lock us up again... You, the mighty Dark Lord, how come you can't even cast spells without a staff now?" Angor was even more helpless.

"Putting everything else aside, can you even beat him?" The Dark Lord turned on his taunting mode.

Angell fell silent.

Putting everything else aside, if it were a real physical fight, he probably wouldn't stand a chance.

When the three souls merged, Angel, who was still an infant, was unable to withstand such energy and almost died on the spot.

He survived, but his body remained sickly.

Let alone fighting, even engaging in slightly strenuous exercise is torture for him.

and so……