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

As the saying goes, if you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way. Angel ignored Draco and went to the Great Hall alone after washing up.

Even when he was having a meal at the long table, he ignored Draco.

Draco tried to start a conversation many times, but Angor always deliberately avoided his gaze.

When he saw Dumbledore get up and leave, Angor quickly put down his knife and fork, picked up his schoolbag, and chased after him.

He caught up with Dumbledore at the entrance of the Great Hall: "Professor Dumbledore, please wait a moment!"

Behind him, Harry and Ron followed, followed by Hermione, and then Draco.

Dumbledore stopped, turned to look at Angor, and said with a kind smile, "What's wrong, Angor? You look quite pale. I think you might need to rest."

Angell stopped in front of him, panting and speaking haltingly.

"It's...it happened yesterday...I have some questions I'd like to ask you..."

Dumbledore's gaze lingered on the group for a moment, then he nodded: "Come with me."

They followed Dumbledore through the corridor to two stone lions, where Dumbledore stopped.

“Caramel pumpkin pudding,” he said.

Everyone looked puzzled.

But just then, the wall in front of them suddenly opened, revealing a staircase. Dumbledore went up the stairs and turned to the group, saying, "Come in, everyone."

So everyone went up the stairs.

Angor glanced back; the door they had entered through was gone, and his gaze met Draco's.

He clearly wanted to say something, but couldn't speak because of the current situation.

Angel pursed his lips, his expression still quite unpleasant.

After they entered the headmaster's office, Dumbledore sat down behind a huge desk, looked at the people standing in front of him, and clasped his hands on the desk.

“Frenzer has already written to me about what happened in the Forbidden Forest yesterday. The owls arrived early this morning… Just now, some of you should have seen me receiving the letter.”

"Then what exactly was that thing from yesterday?" Harry asked eagerly.

Dumbledore looked him in the eyes and calmly replied, "It's Voldemort."

"W-what..."

Ron's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

"Really are……"

"Merlin, what we saw yesterday...it was absolutely terrifying!"

Dumbledore nodded, looking at everyone with encouraging eyes: "Yes, you saw Voldemort just last night."

"It is commendable that she did not panic and run away after meeting him, but chose to face him directly."

Angel suddenly coughed, but he was also extremely agitated, so much so that he completely disregarded his physical condition and insisted on asking those questions:

"Ahem...Professor Dumbledore, yesterday...ahem...he spoke to me. He said I gave him a strange feeling, and also said I wasn't him. What does that mean?"

Dumbledore turned to look at Angor, sighed, and his expression became very complicated.

"This is probably a very difficult thing to explain..."

“Angel, I think I’ve come up with a possible answer, but you need to make sure you have the mental capacity to handle it.”

Angor was taking deep breaths when he suddenly turned to look at Draco.

"Perhaps... you're right, but I'm unwilling to accept this reality..."

"Was I adopted because Voldemort threatened them? He needed the blood of Slytherin and a pure-blood family as a background, and I was just... just a vessel for his resurrection?"

Dumbledore stared at Angor, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and was momentarily stunned. After a moment, he turned to Draco, somewhat amazed that they had been able to deduce the correct conclusion.

...However, it's also possible that Lucius and Narcissa had said something to Draco before.

Turning to look at Angor again, Dumbledore got up from behind his desk, walked over to Angor, and gently patted his back.

“I think… I’m afraid so, but Angel, I didn’t expect you to already know.”

Angell looked up at him, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment.

"So, I'm just... a tool?"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's not appropriate to say that. When Voldemort came to your house to take you away, your mother tried to stop him, but she failed. However, there is no doubt that she loved you."

“I don’t know what Lucius Malfoy is thinking, but hasn’t Draco always considered you family? You also have Harry and the others… oh, and Ollivander.”

"You haven't done anything wrong. There are many, many people in this world who love you. As for Voldemort, stop thinking about him..."

Angell kept his lips tightly pressed together, and everyone was watching him with worried expressions.

He lowered his head, his expression shrouded in shadow.

“Angol…” Harry tugged at his sleeve.

Angel looked at him helplessly, and some crystalline things could already be seen in his eyes.

"The one who's wrong... is Voldemort, not me, it's him... He killed my mother, didn't he?"

“He killed my parents too!” Harry said.

“It also nearly killed Neville’s parents,” Ron added.

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, it's because of Voldemort. He caused all of this. But Angor, those things are over now. He didn't come back to life in your body, and you've become a wizard."

"everything will get better!"

Angor grabbed Dumbledore's arm and looked up at him. "So why?"

"Why didn't he come back to life in my body? Wasn't he already dead? If I was the vessel he was preparing to use for his own resurrection, why am I still me?"

"What he said to me before was also about this, wasn't it?"

Dumbledore looked at Ingres with pity and said in a very apologetic tone:

"I can't give an answer to that question right now, but Angor, if you don't object, I'd like to examine your soul to make sure Voldemort hasn't left any hidden magic on you!"

Angell shook his head: "Of course I won't object!"

Dumbledore then looked at everyone else and said, "Let's go back now, it's getting late. Draco, could you please call Professor Snape over for me?"