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

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Although they had long since mastered the Apparition spell, wizards still used Portkeys when traveling to certain fixed locations.

For them, it's like Floo Powder—a convenient means of transportation.

When Malfoy returned to Malfoy Manor in Wiltshire using the key, the manor gates opened automatically as if sensing the master's return, welcoming the two inside.

Everything was as usual, but a sense of unease lingered in their hearts.

Maybe it's because it's too quiet...

“Draco must be terrified… I think he’s hiding now, we need to look for him!” Narcissa managed a weak smile.

However, after walking a short distance into the manor, both of their expressions turned grim.

Seeing the scorch marks on the road and the messy plants around her, Narcissa's face turned pale instantly.

“This isn’t a fire spell…this is absolutely not the kind of damage a fire spell could cause!” she said, her voice trembling.

"Fiercefire Curse." Lucius's expression was also quite grim.

"How could this be? According to the arrangements we made today... the only ones fighting here could be Joship and Angor! Joship could never control the Fiend Curse so precisely, and Angor even less so..."

As she spoke, Narcissa's voice trailed off.

Their adopted son, Angell, couldn't do it, but... the one who said he would use Angell as a vessel could!

For some inexplicable reason, Narcissa thought of Angel's eyes.

She had once seen an old photograph left by Abraxas (Lucius's father), and the person in the photograph was, unsurprisingly, the Dark Lord.

Angor and the Dark Lord don't look alike at all... except for their eyes.

Narcissa's lips trembled; she wanted to say something, but couldn't utter a single syllable.

"Calm down, Narcissa!"

Lucius comforted his wife, but his face was also extremely pale, and subconsciously, his right hand pressed against his left arm.

Taking a deep breath, Lucius tried his best to calm himself down.

“I’ve kept the diary safe. If that room had been opened, I would have sensed it immediately, but so far, I haven’t felt that way… Angel’s mission as a vessel is definitely not over yet!”

"Even if Angor really is a vessel prepared for him by that person, he is still just a novice wizard. How could he possibly use Fiendfyre, and how could he possibly control it?"

"Maybe someone else has entered here... Let's go find Draco first!"

Narcissa was also taking a deep breath. She nodded, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

The well-planned scheme took an unexpected turn, and their son, whom they had always protected so well, went missing...

The two entered the building and began a new round of searching.

However, as time went by, their hopes gradually faded.

Fifteen minutes later, the only thing they were certain of was that their son had indeed been kidnapped.

Malfoy Manor was largely untouched, remaining exactly as it had been when they left that morning, but now only the two of them were left.

“Johip? He wouldn’t do that. What benefit would he gain from kidnapping Draco?”

"And judging from the marks we just saw, he had a conflict with someone here... Lucius, what are you looking at?"

Lucius stood in his study, which was now a mess, a room that had once been elegant and clean.

He picked up a piece of paper from the table and began to read it with a grim expression:

"First of all, I want to congratulate you, you guessed right."

“Angol is indeed the vessel I chose. Now, guess who I am?”

"Come to me with your sincerity; the last chance is before sunset."

As he finished speaking, the paper in his hand spontaneously combusted, eventually turning into ashes and disappearing completely.

“He…?!” Narcissa couldn’t help but grab Lucius’s arm. “Is it what I understand…?”

A bitter smile appeared on Lucius's lips, and in his eyes, intense fear almost overflowed.

Guess who he is?

Is it true...

But was all of Angell's behavior before this just a facade?

"No matter who he is, what we need to do now is rescue Draco. Lucius, think about it... think about how long he's been pretending in front of us, and considering the signs of the fight outside, does he really still have his original power?"

Since the matter concerned Draco's life or death, Narcissa miraculously calmed down and instead comforted her husband.

Upon hearing his wife's words, Lucius's eyes lit up immediately.

Yes, that's definitely possible!

"And the fact that he took Draco away instead of waiting for us to come back and then dealing with all of us traitors already makes a lot of sense."

"He didn't even activate the Dark Mark to control us. Maybe the source of the magic has failed. He might really just be an 11-year-old child now!"

"Yes, that's it, that must be it..."

Narcissa tried her best to convince herself, but little did she know that, by sheer coincidence, he actually managed to reconstruct the truth of the matter.

The tension between the two finally eased a little.

“So what should we do now?” Narcissa said through gritted teeth.

Despite her continued strength, her eyes were already glistening with tears.

"Lucius, what are you thinking? Whoever he is, getting Draco home safely is the most important thing!"

Lucius shook his head at this moment: "He didn't tell us anything at all, not even the address or what we needed to bring in the transaction."

"Draco is missing, and I'm very worried, but the reality is that there's really nothing we can do right now!"

Narcissa stared at him with wide eyes: "Can't we still make prophecies? And there's the time converter. If we can go back to that time and appear in time to stop his actions, wouldn't everything be solved?"

"Narcissa!"

Silence fell over the study.

The two stared at each other, and the atmosphere alone gave off a hysterical feeling.

After a long pause, Lucius sighed heavily:

"It is inherently unlikely that a person's position can be definitively determined through prophecy."

"As for the Time-Turner... when the Lord fell, how many people wanted to use it to prevent that outcome, but in the end, what did they change?"

"So... all we can do now is wait for him to come to us?"

"Yes……"

"..."

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