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

Voldemort stood up from the ground and approached the two of them.

Draco stared blankly at him, cold sweat seeping from his forehead and slowly sliding down. His hands and feet also began to feel cold and numb, as if they were no longer under his control.

He held up his wand, but he couldn't cast a single spell.

But just then, a voice chanting a spell suddenly rang out beside him: "Obstacles abound!"

It was Angell's voice.

As if waking from a dream, Draco regained control of his body, grabbed Angel's arm, and turned to run in the opposite direction.

However, Voldemort clearly did not want to let them go so easily; he was now eager to retrieve his Horcruxes.

So he quickly followed.

The ground in the Forbidden Forest was full of potholes, making it impossible for the two of them to run... Draco's legs were weak from fright, while Angel was not feeling well and didn't really want to run.

First, he believed that the main soul was still in a weak state, and second, he also believed that there must be professors hiding in the shadows around.

The cool night wind filled his lungs, and Angel coughed. He felt a spasm-like pain in his lungs.

Draco turned to look at him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw something getting closer and closer behind them. In his panic, he stepped on a pebble.

"what--!"

He was running while holding Angel's arm, and suddenly, the two of them fell to the ground and rolled around in a heap.

Not far from them, Voldemort's figure was getting closer and closer.

He slowed down and approached them from a short distance away. From under his hood, a malicious gaze fell upon them.

"No...no! Our father is Lucius Malfoy, he can give you money...don't come any closer!"

Upon hearing Lucius Malfoy's name, the figure stopped, scrutinized them, and finally fixed his gaze on Angor. As if confirming something, he suddenly moved closer to Angor.

Angel heard a voice in his ear, a hoarse, deep voice mixed with some kind of hissing noise.

He knew it was Parseltongue.

"Why... do you feel so strange to me... No, you're not me... Who are you?"

Angor gripped his wand tightly; this was his first time facing the main soul.

His face showed a look of horror, but the wand in his hand flashed with light: "Immediately imprison!"

The rope appeared on Voldemort's body, but it had no effect. Just then, a notebook fell out of his pocket.

A withered hand picked up the diary, and from his other hand, a magic wand emerged.

but--

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

Angell was faster than him.

He grabbed the diary, and with a burst of strength he didn't know he had, pulled Draco to his feet and started running forward again.

But just then, the sound of horses' hooves rang out.

In an instant, a group of centaurs appeared before them, carrying bows and arrows, and all of them were very tall. The moment he heard the sound of hooves, Voldemort lowered his raised wand and turned to disappear into the nearby woods.

"What are you two doing here!" Hagrid's voice rang out from afar.

He was followed by Baskerville, and Harry and the others followed him, but their running speed was clearly not as fast as Haigri's, so they were left behind.

Upon seeing Hagrid, Draco, who had been terrified and whose legs had gone limp, seemed to come back to life. He jumped up and shouted angrily at Hagrid:

"Do you know how dangerous that was? We almost died!"

Hagrid ignored him, walked up to the two of them, looked them up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not injured.

"Oh...you guys have gone way too far. It was Ya Ya who recognized the route you took and led me to you!"

"Alright, I think we've found what attacked the unicorn. Now we can go back!"

Before Angor and Draco could speak, Hagrid turned to the group of centaurs: "Thank you for your help. That was really dangerous. If you hadn't arrived in time, I don't know how I would have explained it to Dumbledore!"

"The Forbidden Forest is also our home, and it's our responsibility to ensure it's not invaded by alien species. Alright... Hagrid, we should go now. You should take these children and leave quickly; the Forbidden Forest won't be peaceful tonight!"

On the way back, everyone remained silent.

Once they were finally out of the woods, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Angol, Draco, that thing... did you see clearly what it was?"

Before they could answer, Hagrid's voice rang out: "Let's discuss this tomorrow. It's already very late. You should go back and get some sleep!"

"I'll escort you back to the castle!"

And so, Hagrid escorted them through the castle’s oak gates.

After the door closed and everything became quiet, Harry asked the same question again.

Angor lit his wand, his brow furrowed deeply. "That thing... I'm not sure what it is, but it gives me a very evil feeling, and it said something very strange to me..."

"what?"

All eyes were on Angel.

Anger irritated himself and retied his loose hair tie. "He said I give him a strange feeling, that I'm not him... who am I?"

"What exactly does he mean by that? What does it mean that I'm not him, so who am I? How could I possibly be him?"

Draco looked confused. "Huh? When did he speak to you? I only heard a hissing sound!"

Angell's expression grew increasingly confused.

"But...I really heard him speak to me, just now..."

Harry suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Actually, sometimes I can hear things that others can't hear..."

He recounted his experience of communicating with a python at the zoo, leaving Angel looking completely bewildered.

"Perhaps... I can ask Professor Dumbledore tomorrow. I have a feeling... Voldemort... might really have something to do with me."

At this moment, Draco and Hermione, who were standing to the side, were looking at them with eyes that looked like they had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" Harry noticed something was amiss.

Hermione shook her head: "I can't explain it either, but I read in a book that communicating with snakes is something only wizards with Salazar Slytherin blood can do!"

“Professor Dumbledore once took Angle’s blood, saying he was very likely of Slytherin blood, but Harry, you…”

The group exchanged glances, wanting to continue their discussion, but just then, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs from above.