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

Only Angell and Dumbledore remained in the large office.

Dumbledore had Angle sit down, and he began to take some licorice wands and Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from a nearby cabinet.

"Would you like something while we wait?"

Angel shook his head; his face was deathly pale, and his overall mental state looked terrible.

Dumbledore sighed inwardly. He could completely understand Angor's feelings at this moment—in the past twelve hours, he had experienced facing Voldemort and learning that he was actually the body Voldemort was preparing to resurrect.

Anyone would find that unbearable.

Dumbledore sat down as well, and the office fell silent. No one said anything more, except for the sound of Dumbledore opening a food package.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, yet it also seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. The door to the headmaster's office opened again, and Snape, dressed in a black robe, walked out.

"What did you call me here for? If it's about what happened last night, then I guess there's nothing more to say!"

Dumbledore looked up from behind a pile of snacks and addressed Snape: "What you want to talk about last night, I think, is the incident where they encountered Voldemort..."

“No, Dumbledore, I’m talking about what happened to this boy. Did you bring him here to discuss this with me in front of him?”

"He already knows..."

A moment of silence fell over the principal's office.

Snape walked up to Angell, stopped in front of him, and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Angell raised his head, still looking lost and helpless, his eyes appearing as if he had been crying.

"You knew already?"

Angel nodded, forcing a weak smile. "I understand..."

Snape looked into his eyes, and in that instant, Angel was certain that he was looking at someone through his eyes.

“This is not a good thing, Dumbledore…” Snape walked toward Dumbledore and said in a drawn-out tone.

“I don’t think he needs to know these things.”

Dumbledore shrugged helplessly: "I wasn't planning on saying this either, but Mr. Draco Malfoy seems to have deduced the truth of the matter. I think... he probably learned something from some conversations."

“Draco Malfoy…?” Snape frowned deeply.

"He knows quite a lot... It's a real shame. I don't think it's a good thing to let these children have so much information."

He looked at Angor: "Angol Ollivander Malfoy, yesterday—when facing the Dark Lord, used a curse."

"He used the Divine Edge Without Shadow."

Dumbledore's gaze toward Angle held a hint of surprise.

Angell looked at them nervously: "What... what's wrong? I don't think this... is an unforgivable curse, is it?"

This time, even Dumbledore frowned.

"Angol, can you tell me who taught you this magic?"

Angel swallowed hard, seemingly finally realizing the gravity of the situation: "It's recorded in a notebook in the manor's library; it must be Father's notes..."

His voice trailed off, but he still managed to recount the whole story: "At the time, I was just... just curious about my father's student days, so I secretly took that notebook, and that's when I saw this magic..."

“Besides this, there are some others, such as…” Angell glanced at Snape discreetly.

"Who invented those spells he wrote down?" Snape asked.

Angel nodded.

“I thought those spells weren’t dangerous, after all, Professor Snape was still a student at Hogwarts when he invented the spell.”

Dumbledore sighed. "Don't be nervous, but those spells... I hope you won't use them at Hogwarts, okay, Angor?"

Angel nodded hastily: "I definitely won't. I've never used that spell before. I only used it in an emergency because the notes said it was very powerful..."

"I first used a binding spell on him, but it had no effect at all, so I thought of the Divine Sword Without Shadow."

"I swear, Professor Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore pressed his hand down: "I believe you, Angle."

"However, I still have to tell you—although black magic is not completely forbidden, it can affect a person's mind, especially for minors, and this effect is quite terrifying."

"You must realize the seriousness of this matter. I don't want to see you go mad and fall into depravity because of using dark magic!"

"So if I find out again that you've used powerful dark magic, or are intentionally researching it, I think our agreement will come to an end..."

As he spoke, he winked at Angel: "I believe you won't!"

Angel nodded silently, biting his lower lip until it bled.

"But...Professor, what if my life is threatened?"

Dumbledore turned around and rummaged through a bookshelf. After a moment, he handed a notebook to Angle.

"You have a great talent for magic. I think you can learn these spells. They are more protective, and I hope you can learn more of them!"

“Dumbledore—” Snape’s voice sounded clearly disapproving.

Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand: "His talent in spells is even greater than yours was back then, Severus. We should not limit a genius, but guide him on the right path."

"Alright, I called you here to assist me in examining Angor's soul and making sure Voldemort hasn't tampered with it!"

Snape's gaze fell on Angel again.

The soul has always had multiple meanings: the soul of the deceased, the sacred essence or active element of life, or an entity imbued with some kind of magic.

The word “soul” comes from the Latin word for “breath”.

Therefore, it can be used not only on humans, but also on beasts, birds and other animals. In the witchcraft tradition, trees and plants also have souls, and many witches even believe that soil, stones and other inanimate objects also have souls.

Snape made Angor drink a potion, which Angor recognized as a sleeping potion.

Judging from how it's been used, more than half of this potion has already been drunk.

...Does Snape need something like this to fall asleep?

Angor drank the potion, and the memories he had fabricated for himself surged up, completely overwriting his original memories.

Sleepiness washed over him, and he closed his eyes.

He had to do it so that Dumbledore could see his soul.

To be more precise, all Dumbledore had to do was check him for any traces of Voldemort.

...The soul is invisible, and it is impossible to examine the soul of a living person.

He wanted Dumbledore's absolute trust, the millennia-old heritage of Hogwarts, and to step over everyone else to achieve immortality.