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

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Draco stared blankly at Angor, blinking slowly as he tried to comprehend what was happening.

This younger brother, whom he hadn't paid much attention to for the previous eleven years... this younger brother who had always acted like a transparent person, always lingering in the library, dressed in simple and drab clothes, seemed to have suddenly gained the same power as their father.

He was like a sword wiped clean of all dust, and with a clanging sound, he revealed his ferocious nature the moment he was drawn from his sheath.

No... actually, there might be clues to follow.

For example, the books he read before, perhaps he wasn't trying to show off in front of his parents, but was genuinely reading.

But why is this happening?

How could his father, who was serious in front of outsiders but always acted gently and even doted on him, want to kill Angel?

Pale golden sunlight streamed in through the study window, and he stood there in the light, looking lost and dejected, appearing somewhat pitiful.

But compassion... Voldemort certainly didn't have any, and Angor, whose soul was a third of his own, naturally didn't have much either.

—Before the original owner of that third of the body had even developed a clear sense of self, his body had already been taken over by two weathered adults.

Therefore, it's natural not to expect him to have any influence on Angell's current thinking. The only one we can count on is the transmigrator Xu Congwei.

Unfortunately, Xu Congwei is not a kind character either.

The reason he traveled here was not due to any accident, but simply because... he chose the wrong side in his career and was pushed out by the powerful figure behind him to take the fall.

“I understand, but… I don’t get it…” Draco looked at Angel expectantly.

He values ​​his family very much, even his non-blood-related brother Angor. He had only been verbally abusive before, and even hoped that he could work together with Angor after entering Hogwarts.

So even though everything was so clear, he still held onto a sliver of hope.

—Perhaps the dark wizard was deceiving them all?

Angor smiled at him, and slowly, he raised his wand: "Crucible."

The next moment, a piercing scream rang out.

Dobby watched everything unfold before him and screamed, "Dobby is incapable of protecting his little master... Dobby is a bad elf... Dobby deserves to be abandoned!"

Angell looked at him with amusement: "Dobby, I know what you want. For now, my name is still on the Malfoy family tree, and my surname is still Malfoy."

"Be a good boy, and I'll give you my hat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Angor suddenly realized that his hat had fallen off somewhere after the dark wizard's attack. So he picked up a pair of gloves from Lucius's desk and waved them at Dobby.

Dobby immediately stopped screaming and pulling at his ears while lying on the ground. He stood up and looked at Angel with excitement: "Really...really?"

“I wouldn’t stoop to deceiving a house-elves.” Angor shrugged, ending the Cruciatus Curse.

Perhaps because he had consumed too much magic, he felt a little dizzy, so he leaned on Lucius's desk and leisurely watched Draco, who had completely lost control of his expression.

"Do you understand now?"

Draco slowly turned his head to look at him. His eyes looked somewhat empty, and the energy he had shown a few days ago was completely gone. Slowly, he nodded.

Angel stood up, walked to his side, squatted down, touched Draco's forehead, and said in a voice that even he himself found insincere:

“I don’t want to hurt you either, but if I don’t cooperate, Lucius might kill me… You don’t want to see me die like this, do you?”

Draco didn't speak; his body was still trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with fear—even though the person in front of him was still that familiar face, he looked completely unfamiliar.

Hypocritical...vicious...madman...!!!

Despite being terrified, Draco subconsciously thought—when Dad comes back, he'll definitely teach this madman a lesson!

Angor walked toward Dobby: "Take us Apparition away from here, to a place Lucius and Narcissa would never expect. I'll give you the gloves right away!"

……

At this moment, in a conference room of the Ministry of Magic, Lucius and Narcissa sat on one side, while Fudge, Umbridge, and several other Ministry of Magic officials sat on the other.

“Mr. Malfoy, now that things have been discussed to a near end, there’s no need for us to just sit here idly. Shall we go for a drink?”

Lucius stood up: "No need for a drink. Draco and Angel are insisting on having dinner with me. I hope my investment will pay off this time. Mr. Fudge, we'll take our leave now!"

Watching the two figures walk out of the conference room, Fudge's expression became somewhat puzzled: "Angel?"

Umbridge trotted over to him and whispered in Fudge's ear in a coquettish voice, "I've heard of that boy. He's an adopted son of the Malfoys and I've heard he's not valued."

Fudge waved his hand dismissively, but he remembered the name in his heart.

Yes, he must have heard of this child before.

It's really strange... The Malfoy family has so few children, and Lucius Malfoy often invests in projects of the Ministry of Magic, how could he not remember that child at all?

Perhaps it's because he's an adopted son...

and many more.

Fudge suddenly remembered something.

He didn't remember the name Angell, but the Malfoy family's adopted son... a long-buried memory suddenly surged into his mind.

During the trial of the Death Eaters, someone mentioned that the Mystic had once arranged for the Malfoys to adopt a child.

The Malfoy family's adopted son... Could it be that child?

“Let’s go eat, it’s almost noon! Oh, and the meeting report is due this afternoon, so keep an eye on the person who’s writing it!” Fudge said to Umbridge.

The Malfoys remained silent until they left the Ministry of Magic, and after leaving, they walked a short distance into the streets of London.

"It should be about time now..."

"Go back quickly. After what happened, Xiaolong must be very scared!"

“I noticed from his behavior recently that he seems to have started to care about Angel…”

"Tell me, what exactly is he...?"

“Those eyes! Not just you and me, Ollivander also said it, it feels just like him!”

"Stop talking! Let's go home!"