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

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Meanwhile, in a Muggle house in London, Angell was clumsily operating an oven.

He certainly knows how to use an oven, but it's a 1991 oven.

In this era, his previous body had not even been born yet.

Dobby stood beside him, looking completely helpless—he almost instinctively wanted to help, but he didn't know how to operate the machine in front of him.

At this moment, Lucius's black leather gloves were already in Dobby's hands, and Dobby was clearly a little overwhelmed by this sudden freedom.

"Dobby can be roasted with fire..."

"It's alright, I don't need you."

Angell finally got the time right.

Although part of his soul was composed of Voldemort, due to the influence of his past life memories, he didn't actually have any aversion to Muggles or Muggle things.

Actually, the Dark Lord in the past didn't reject Muggles; more accurately, he looked down on them.

Draco sat on the sofa, his eyes following Angel, but his expression remained blank.

About half an hour ago, Dobby brought them here, and Angor led them to take over a Muggle house using a lock-picking charm.

The Muggle couple who originally lived here were knocked unconscious and tied up by Angor, then thrown into their bedroom. Angor then began to examine the things in the house as if no one else was there.

For example, a cabinet that holds food and emits cold air.

A few minutes later, the oven beeped, and Angel put on gloves and took out the baked chicken wings and pizza.

"Make do with this, these are all I found in their fridge."

Seeing Angel's seemingly harmless appearance, Draco gritted his teeth and resolutely ignored him.

—Who knows if he might poison the food?

Angor didn't care about Draco's reaction. After all, Draco was just a hostage in his hands now. It was better for him if Draco was a little weak.

He waved to him and Dobby, then pushed a slice of pizza in front of Dobby.

“Dobby, can you promise not to tell anyone the truth about what happened today?” he asked earnestly.

Dobby nodded without hesitation: "Back in Malfoy Manor, you never scolded me. I am now free because of you, and I will definitely keep your secret!"

“Hmm.” Angell smiled, narrowing his eyes slightly and nodding meaningfully.

"I'm glad to hear that, but Dobby, before things are completely over for today, could you do me a few more favors?"

"You are now a free little elf, and I will pay you!"

Dobby looked down at the gloves on his hands, then at Angell.

He felt extremely awkward whenever his eyes met, but because Angel had helped him escape his status as a slave, he felt a strong sense of gratitude towards Angel.

So he said:

“Of course, no problem, Master Malfoy. You helped me, and I should repay you, so I won’t accept your payment… However, I think you probably don’t like this title.”

Angel nodded in satisfaction. He took a bite of the pizza, but as soon as he took the first bite, he tasted the flavor of frozen food, which immediately killed his appetite.

Damn additives, they taste worse than dry bread...

While mentally criticizing the food, he smiled and spoke:

"I really don't like it... I wonder if Lucius has removed me from the list yet?"

Yes, that's why he was in such a hurry to give the gloves to Dobby.

A house-elf whom he cannot influence but who obeys the orders of the Malfoys is a considerable threat to him now.

After all, house-elves prioritize their master's orders and are willing to sacrifice their lives to complete their master's tasks, much like the assassins in ancient stories from my past life.

In a situation like this, if Lucius had removed him from the family first, Draco could have ordered Dobby to kill him.

If it's sudden enough, or if Draco hides completely and makes no sound, he might not be able to defend against it.

"But that's not important..."

Angel suddenly sighed, a hint of helplessness on his face.

“This all happened so suddenly, I didn’t want it to happen either, Draco. You’re just sitting there staring at me; your stomach isn’t going to fill itself up.”

Perhaps because Draco had been looking at him for so long that it had distracted him, he looked at Draco.

But Draco still didn't move.

Angell looked at him and explained earnestly:

"Honestly, it's ridiculous to think that I'm the only one at fault for what happened today."

“I did nothing, at most I wanted to get a little more living expenses from Lucius, but he just wanted to kill me. I only fought back because I had no other choice.”

"So instead of hating me, why don't you blame them instead?"

"Then why..." Draco's voice sounded a little hoarse because he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

"You mean the Crucifixion Curse?"

Draco nodded.

Yes, he could understand what had happened before.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the dark wizard, Angor had no choice but to use dark magic, and he kidnapped him because he wanted to survive.

If it weren't for that Mind-Bending Curse, he could have imagined that Angor had kidnapped him just to put on a show and force the dark wizard to retreat.

But now, no matter what Angell says, that memory is like a fishbone stuck in his throat, constantly reminding him that he must never trust Angell.

Angell shrugged: "Everyone has moments when they can't control their emotions, don't you?"

“Your parents both wanted to kill me. I was already being very kind by only giving you a Cruciatus Curse.”

Draco felt that what he said made a lot of sense, but at the same time, he also felt that it was absurd.

No... isn't the question that Angel is a month younger than him, how could he master so much powerful magic?

Who taught him? Or was he entirely self-taught?

"But how do you know those magic spells?"

Angell looked at him with a smile: "Do you think this is something you should know?"

Yes, in his view, the Malfoys probably wouldn't tell Draco the truth about this matter.

Draco looked at him and remained silent for a long time:

"So... what are you going to do to me now?"

He will never be fooled by Angell's appearance again!

No matter how pitiful or sincere he may seem, he will never forget the condescending smile on the other person's face when they used the Cruciatus Curse on him.

Angel knew that what he had just said was, to Draco, nothing more than sophistry.

After all, it is very difficult for a child to ignore the harm he has suffered or even to criticize his parents' stance.

“I think it’s pretty clear now. You are my hostage, and I’m going to use you to get something from your father.”

“We haven’t figured this out yet, Draco. I really doubt whether you’ll be able to keep up with the coursework once you’re at Hogwarts.”

"you--!"

However, upon meeting those blood-red eyes, Draco's next words were swallowed back down.

He stood up in despair, walked to the table, and without caring that the pizza was still very hot, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth in big bites.

He looks furious...

Angel calmly tossed the half-eaten pizza into the trash can, but just as he was about to turn and leave the restaurant, Draco suddenly spoke up.

"I still don't understand why Mom and Dad wanted you to die?"

Angell turned to look at him, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips: "Because they're afraid..."

"Fear?"

But Angell ignored him.

He turned and left the restaurant, entering a small bedroom in the Muggle dwelling.

He no longer wanted to waste any more time on Draco.

A man and a woman were fast asleep in the room. Angell went over to take a look, took out a knife from his sleeve, and hesitated whether to make a move.

"When did you become so indecisive?" Vold's voice rang out.

Angel frowned: "Those two probably couldn't have seen my face. If I kill them now, it might bring Dodo back to reality from the joy of gaining freedom and make him realize what he's doing."

“If he tells anyone else, we’ll be in trouble.”

"Then we'll come back and kill them later."

"Good idea... but I'll still cast the curse!"

The Slytherin bloodline does indeed possess an exceptional talent for curses, but this talent...

To be honest, Angell always felt that it was somewhat nonsensical.

He wanted to curse someone. There was no specific magic involved; all he needed was enough malice. But whether the curse would work... well, that depended on luck.

However, if he directly uses the wizard's curse magic, the resulting curse is not as difficult to break as the bloodline talent, but at least the success rate is guaranteed.

More than enough to deal with two Muggles.

“Okay, next question…” Vold asked, “What are you going to do with that house-pom?”

Angor's face revealed a cold smile: "What else can we do? Kill them, of course."

"Given his personality, Dumbledore will tell you everything after a few words of coaxing... Besides, he's just blinded by the joy of freedom right now, he'll realize who I really am sooner or later!"

vold said it was very impressive.

He also has the memories of the time traveler Xu Congwei. Compared to Voldemort's vague memories, Xu Congwei's memories are much clearer.

He naturally knew how the plot unfolded in the Harry Potter novels.

Killing house-elves is no easy task. Their fighting power is nothing compared to that of adult wizards, but they are basically no match for most young wizards.

“Perhaps we can use Lucius…” Vold said.

Angell pondered, then nodded slowly.

At the same time, he raised his wand and began preparing a spell that could take one's breath away in a few hours.

The Stunning Curse combined with this... is simply perfect!

But just before the curse was about to be completed, Angor stopped.

"what happened?"

“If the Ministry of Magic notices traces of magic, things will get very serious. We can use some Muggle methods to kill people, such as gas poisoning or gas explosion.”

"...makes sense."

Angell left the Muggle couple's room, quietly closed the door, and returned to the living room, where he sat down on the sofa and turned on the television.

"That being said, if we negotiate with the Malfoys tonight, our main objective should still be the diary."

"The diary... Voldemort's soul inside is only sixteen years old. If we take it slow, we should be able to handle it."

When Angell heard him earnestly discussing how to deal with Riddle's soul fragments, he had a very strong sense of déjà vu, so he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark:

"Why don't you think about the fact that he and you share the same origin in your soul now?"

vold: "..."

“I would agree with making him a part of us, but our souls are already quite complete, and he would only want to devour us… He is me, but I am not him.”

"But you, why are you still clinging to this topic after all these years? Are you that worried I'll betray you?"

"Although I would also like to become the dominant personality, it is obviously more worthwhile to unite against external forces."

Angel lowered his head, blinked, and looked quite innocent.

He himself was aware of it; deep down, he always felt a strong sense of unease.

This may be a side effect of the soul fusion, or it may be that the environment he is in simply cannot provide him with a sense of security.

Vold was arguably the only person he could communicate with and the only person he could confide in, so sometimes he would subconsciously try to make up for it by talking to him.

Hearing him say that they would always be one gave him a sense of peace.

Especially after something like this happened.

"If you're going to talk about this, then it's a long story."

"You always give me a very dangerous feeling... After all, your personality comes from Voldemort, and given Voldemort's fragmented behavior, I'm very worried about which side you're on..."

"And as you know, when our souls merged, my consciousness was largely synchronized with that of the real Angel, which is why you became the dominant personality. So sometimes, it's inevitable that I'm a bit naive."

Before Riddle could answer, he quickly changed the subject and continued:

"Then it's settled. We'll ask Lucius for Riddle's diary, then get a Galleon... and finally, learn how to control the Dark Mark from the diary..."

Vold could easily have noticed the slightly off tone in Angell's voice, but he didn't point it out directly.

It would be interesting to see Angell get angry, but not now.

"Don't be so happy yet. The Dark Mark can't completely control the Malfoys. That magic can only cause them pain, not kill Lucius."

"In other words, we can only try to negotiate with him... It's a pity that he even wants to kill me, but I still have to bow my head and cooperate with him, even promising him future benefits."

"..."

The two fell silent.

His current strength is still weak, and if he wants to cooperate with Lucius, he can't just make Lucius obey him unilaterally like he did during the Dark Lord era.

An unbreakable vow? Or something else entirely?

"On the bright side, at least... if he still wants to send his son to Hogwarts, even with an equal contract, he'll have to be hesitant to act rashly."

"That's really great..."

“However, Angel, I can understand that you were afraid just now? If you are really afraid, why not let me control your body tonight?”

"...Then I'm even more scared."

"..."

……

Draco sat on the other side of the sofa, quite surprised by Angel's practiced action of turning on the television.

He watched TV, occasionally turning his head to glance at Angell.

He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling that Angell was communicating with someone...

Is it an illusion?