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

Chapter 131 People laugh when they're at their most speechless.

Angel nodded.

“It’s been a week. Hogwarts is on holiday now. Before the holiday, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall brought Harry and the others to visit us once, but you were still unconscious at that time and didn’t see them…”

"Over there...they brought some things..."

Angell turned his head and saw a large amount of sugar and flowers.

"Dad's funeral is next Wednesday... It's Friday now, there are still five days left. I really hope you can go..."

Angell could offer many words of comfort, but he said nothing—he always felt it was somewhat ironic for the murderer to say such things.

Although Lucius was not completely dead.

Finally, he simply reached out from under the covers and took Draco's hand.

...It's unclear whether Draco felt any comfort, but perhaps because he felt he had finally done something, the somewhat panicked emotions in Angor's heart disappeared.

He began to think about what to do next.

The Philosopher's Stone has been obtained, and so far it seems no one has suspected anything—after all, Dumbledore is unlikely to confront Voldemort face to face, and even if they did, Voldemort's words would likely not be credible to Dumbledore.

I wonder if they discovered that someone who had taken the compound decoction had once purchased the Magic Essence in Fandao Lane.

I think so. After all, this is no simple potion. In terms of complexity, it's almost as complex as Felix Felicis.

There are very few people in all of Britain who can concoct this kind of potion.

So what's the next step?

Oh right, Lucius's funeral, then I should go to the wand shop and continue my studies.

We desperately need to figure out how to replace the body parts as soon as possible...

Angor could sense that his physical growth was lagging far behind his magical growth, and his body was getting worse and worse.

Draco sat by Angor's bedside and talked on and on without stopping, as if he wanted to say everything that had been building up in his heart, until Angor fell asleep again.

He had no idea that Angell had been lost in thought for a long time.

…………

On the first Tuesday of summer vacation, Angel was finally able to get out of bed and move around on his own.

It's still a stretch...

The healers at St. Mungo's Wizarding Hospital dared not use overly potent potions and healing magic on Angor, meaning the treatment would be less effective.

Angell only suffered from blood loss and injuries, which shouldn't be too difficult to heal, but because his body was too weak, coupled with the aforementioned reasons, it took so long to recover.

Draco, on the other hand, had long since recovered. In the words of the therapist, he was perfectly healthy and there was absolutely no need for him to be there.

But now, he clearly didn't want to go back to Malfoy Manor, where there were just too many things that reminded him of Lucius Malfoy.

Moreover, Angell is still unable to be discharged from the hospital.

...Anyway, the Malfoy family is still very wealthy even after losing Lucius. Narcissa didn't manage the Malfoy family's businesses much before, but that doesn't mean she lacked the ability.

Draco became much more talkative, and Angel could sense that he only felt at ease when he was talking to him.

Then he started reading... Even though the exams were over, he was still reading. It seemed that when he was immersed in knowledge, he could forget what had happened.

"Are you feeling any better?" Draco asked for the fifth time today.

Angel nodded. Perhaps it was the last vestige of his conscience that made him not mind being asked the same questions repeatedly.

"It's much better than a few days ago... Professor Snape's potions are very useful, and the healers' magic is also very helpful."

"That's wonderful... I'll go get some hot water..."

He stood up and walked towards the door.

Angell looked at the closed hospital room door, his eyes flickering.

After waiting for a moment, he rang a bell on the bedside table without hesitation.

Less than two minutes later, a therapist in a white coat strode into the ward.

"What happened? How are you...?"

Before he could finish speaking, a magic wand was already pointed at him.

The Soul-Stealing Curse, followed by the Mind-Seizing Curse.

The therapist placed a bottle of common blood-replenishing medicine on Angel's bedside table and then turned and left.

The moment he stepped out of the room, he forgot what had just happened and his memories were replaced with normal ones.

"Successfully... a therapist's memory..."

Vold couldn't help but feel a little fortunate—

Fortunately, Angel didn't intend to perform the kind of act where he was ostracized, and coupled with health problems, he had to suspend his studies, then pledge his loyalty to Dumbledore so that he and Madam Pomfrey could write letters of recommendation to enter St. Mungo's.

This is truly something to celebrate.

“No, I will perform,” Angell said.

"After all, once I've fallen out with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, there won't be any fun left. So, I'm going to make the most of these next few years!"

vold: "..."

He finally snapped, "Are you seriously ill? What's so fun about this?!"

Angel sighed with a complicated expression, feeling a sense of pleasure at having touched upon a familiar trope.

"Cough cough..." He lay down weakly on the bed. "That's right, don't you know our physical condition? Do you want to feel it for yourself?"

vold: "..."

He really... he shouldn't have...

"Are you making another vow in your mind that you'll never talk to me again?" Angel pressed his advantage.

"Oh dear~ How childish! Would you like some candy, little one?"

Vold seems to have come to understand what it means to be worse than dead.

And then he just watched as Angel actually went to eat the candy.

As Vold watched Angel unwrap the gummy candies one by one, he suddenly burst out laughing.

Angel paused involuntarily, a little worried that he might have broken Vold.