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

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Angell sat on the sofa and slowly ate his bread.

European food is generally very sweet, but bread is relatively better; for Angell, it was at least acceptable.

It's at least better than a pizza full of all sorts of additives.

Now Angell isn't in a hurry at all, and neither is Dobi.

Angell did so because he now had complete control over the situation.

Dobby, on the other hand, didn't really believe that Angell would kill Draco.

This may sound strange, but that's how he sees it.

Moreover, Dobby was unlike most house-elves; after gaining his freedom, he felt not sadness but rather extraordinary joy.

In other words, he really doesn't care about the Malfoys anymore.

Draco was restless. He had been hoping that Angor would soon negotiate with his parents so he could go home, but it seemed that Angor had no intention of doing so at all.

Finally, after Draco had glanced at Angor countless times with anticipation, Angor stood up.

"It's almost time. If we wait any longer, the Malfoys will probably break down..."

Smiling, Angel turned to Draco and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Dobby, I'll trouble you. Take Draco away from here and then trap him... Don't worry, I won't hurt him."

Dobby looked somewhat bewildered: "Aren't we... going to send Master Malfoy back?"

Draco stared at Angor in shock, because he hadn't been holding a wand at home and was completely powerless to resist.

...Even though he has a magic wand, it doesn't necessarily mean he has the ability to resist.

Angel shook his head with a wry smile, looking utterly helpless: "No, if we send him back now, Lucius and Narcissa will definitely turn on us."

"They wanted to kill me all along... Dobby, they must have told you to ignore what happened to me, right?"

Dobby fell silent. Yes, he had indeed received such an order.

"No, Angel, you can't do this!" Draco finally couldn't help but shout.

“Take me back, and I’ll try my best to persuade them, although… although…” Draco’s voice trailed off as he spoke.

He himself realized that this was simply an impossible thing.

Even now, he still doesn't know why his parents wanted to kill Angel, but it seems to be an indisputable fact.

Dobby took Draco away from the Muggle house, and after making sure they were gone, Angor quietly went into the kitchen and turned on the gas.

As for other traces... they didn't use magic to leave any traces here, and fingerprints and such...

"The wizarding world shouldn't have this kind of technology, right?" Angor asked uncertainly.

"Hmm... I don't think so." He answered without much certainty, "But there is something called prophecy, and this kind of magic is usually unpredictable and difficult to guard against."

"However, after a gas explosion, the traces that can be found here should be quite limited. Don't mistake 1991 for your past life in 2024!"

Angel nodded: "In other words, we shouldn't worry about such vague and ethereal things for now..."

It was at this moment that Dobby reappeared in the house.

He looked at Angell as he walked out of the kitchen and blinked in confusion.

“I put some things back in the refrigerator and left some money as compensation for the local residents, since they would be enjoying a wonderful weekend if it weren’t for us.”

"Let's go, Dobby."

After being thoroughly fooled by Angor, Dobby's doubts completely disappeared. He nodded and Apparated with Angor.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Angel closed his eyes, his face turning pale.

Apparition is hardly a comfortable form of magic, especially for people with pre-existing physical conditions.

Fortunately, by the afternoon, Angel's body had had enough rest, so he only experienced a rapid heartbeat and some shortness of breath, but he didn't appear too disheveled.

"Perhaps we can take a magic potion that can enhance our physical strength..."

"But the side effect is a decrease in IQ."

"Forget it..."

Angel felt that although his body was a bit fragile now, it was actually not too bad, and the impact was not too great.

"But don't forget, once magic power increases to a certain level, it can become a burden on the body, just like the Obscurial."

As Angell gazed at the familiar manor gate before him, a somewhat hazy memory gradually became clearer.

Voldemort's disfigurement wasn't solely due to dark magic; it stemmed from his body's inability to withstand increasingly powerful magic, forcing him to resort to magic to alter his appearance.

Unfortunately, the renovation wasn't very successful...

Actually, the effect was not bad for him personally, except that it disfigured him.

"This is a long time from now for us, which means we have a lot of time... Believe in yourself that you will find a way to bear magic without sacrificing your intelligence!"

Having discussed the matter to this point, the topic was essentially over. They calmed themselves down and watched as the manor gates slowly opened.

Having lived here for 10 years, Angell is quite familiar with Malfoy Estate.

He himself found it somewhat unbelievable; just last night, he was taking a walk in the garden, but today, it had become his battlefield.

He saw Lucius standing not far away, his platinum blonde hair shimmering slightly in the setting sun.

Behind him, Malfoy Estate was bathed in warm light, a warm and rich color, like a golden scroll drawn by nature with the most delicate brushstrokes.

He was dressed in very formal clothes, but he looked tired. When he saw that only Angel and Dobby were there, he sighed helplessly.

"What should I call you now?" he asked.

Angel ignored him and whispered to Dobby, "Don't get into any fights, and don't be afraid! Just stay here and wait for me to come out, okay?"

Dobby nervously held the gloves Angel had given him and nodded. However, as Angel walked forward, Dobby pulled him back.

"Angol, Dobby likes you very much. You must live!"

Angell paused for a moment, then readily replied, "All life has the same right to live. I cherish my life, just like everyone else in this world!"

Dobby loosened his sleeve, but a lingering unease remained in his heart.

Turning around, Angell walked toward Lucius.