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

Although Ollivander said he wouldn't wake Angor the next morning to make wands with him, Angor still woke up in the early morning. He looked at the sky outside the window, which was still faintly blue, and then closed his eyes again.

...It's a hard-won holiday, let's sleep in a bit more!

He felt he wouldn't have a holiday until school started in September.

The body of that unnamed male witch from yesterday has been disposed of; the specific method involved a petrification spell, a pulverizing spell, and a levitation spell.

In the darkness of night, no one would notice the large amount of male witch dust scattered by the wind.

Of course, Angor wouldn't keep the wizard's wand either. Keeping it would only make it a ticking time bomb. According to Angor's knowledge of Ollivander, he remembered every wand that had ever been sold by him.

So the magic wand also turned to dust and vanished with the wind.

The next day at noon, Draco arrived with a birthday present for Angel.

Looking at the flying broom that had been shoved into his hands, and Tom (the cat version) who had come with Draco, Angor's expression gradually became complicated.

Thank you, but he really doesn't want to ride the broom or take care of the cat himself.

"So you haven't opened your presents yet!" Draco was completely oblivious to Angor's unusual mood. He squatted down with great interest, looking at the gifts piled up in the corner of the wand shop.

“Go ahead and take it apart…” Angell shoved Tom, who was trying to climb on him, to the ground.

Yes, petting cats is still very blissful!

Draco picked up a square box and held it up to Angor: "Hermione's, take a look!"

Angell reluctantly let go of Tom, opened the box, took out the greeting card, and then saw a set of Talking Tom comics.

Angell: "?"

Angell has decided that he will force Tom (in the diary version) to read this comic book tonight.

Hmm... Holding Tom (cat version) and forcing Tom (diary version) to watch Tom (comic version) together... What a weird feeling!

Draco looked at Tom being held by Angell, then at the comic book, and couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way, have you had lunch?" Angell asked him.

Draco shook his head: "Not yet. I left this morning. Mom promised to buy me a flying broom, but she's too busy right now, so I had to come to Diagon Alley by myself... Pupu came with me. Mom asked her to protect me!"

"A new house-elves? Where did you get them?" Angel asked curiously.

He didn't see the house-elf named Pupu, but that's normal, since a good house-elf wouldn't let anyone notice its presence.

"They were here last Christmas. I don't know where they found them. There are plenty of house-elves who want to come to our house!" Draco said, not really caring.

He continued his story about buying the flying broomsticks: "I arrived at Diagon Alley more than an hour ago. My mom gave me enough money, and then I went to the Quidditch boutique... You have no idea how long it took me to pick out these two broomsticks!"

"Both the shape and the fur on the tail are the best!"

"You spent more than an hour..."

"How did you know?"

"Would you like to recall your first words?"

Draco: "..."

Is that the main point? Huh?

At this moment, Angel stood up. Perhaps he had been squatting for too long, because his legs felt a little numb, so he held onto the shelf next to him.

"Let's go have lunch first, and then come back and continue dismantling!"

Draco stood up with mixed feelings and nodded.

Angor greeted Ollivander, who was smiling and watching them from behind the counter not far away, and then walked out of the wand shop with Draco.

"What do you usually do?" Draco asked curiously.

Angell glanced back at the wand shop: "I learned how to make wands from my teacher, and now I can do it myself... but with the teacher watching over me, the success rate isn't very high, and the wands I make now are hard to make up for."

"Then it's just like when you came, standing guard in the wand shop, recommending suitable wands by identifying the customers' magical attributes."

"Magic attribute?"

"I can't tell you that unless you're willing to change your middle name to Ollivander like I did... It also depends on whether the teacher wants you."

“Okay…” Draco looked a little disappointed, but he quickly perked up. “Then take a look at my magic attribute?”

Angell stared at him for a long time: "It's very similar to... Father's, like fine rain, cool and ever-changing with the wind, but it's continuous."

Draco paused, his face turning pale for a moment. He forced a smile: "And you?"

Angor knew what Draco was thinking—he almost always carried the Philosopher's Stone with him, and Lucius had absorbed the life force of... or perhaps only half a living person, so he was not lacking in energy and could sense the outside world.

He's now absorbing enough life force to be resurrected, but last night, Angor had Lucius give most of the energy to the Philosopher's Stone.

The conditions for reviving a Horcrux are not actually harsh. The two simplest ones are absorbing the life force of others (such as the diary for Ginny) and the Blood Curse (the bones of one's father, the flesh of one's servant, and the blood of one's enemy).

However, the former only forms a soul with temporary power after absorbing life force. If you want to be truly resurrected, you still need to use a magic stone to create a body or brew a magic potion to create a body.

Lucius could easily be resurrected through alchemy using the Philosopher's Stone, which is why Angor would keep a close eye on him.

And now... even though he's right next to me, I can't even say a word to him... Lucius must be frantic!

Angell thought with a very perverse sense of humor.

“Mine…” Angel reached into his pocket and grasped the magic stone, feeling the restlessness of the soul within it.

"It's like a flickering fire, but it's cold."

Draco was indeed very interested in this matter, or rather, he was now eager to find something to distract himself.

"That's really interesting... What about Mom's?"

"I just learned this; I didn't know it before I left the manor!" Angell said. The soul within the Philosopher's Stone was too restless, so he changed the subject, "What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm... First, let's go to the Broken Axe Bar, then to Florin Fosco Ice Cream Shop... I also want to go to the Owl Shop; we've run out of owl food at home."

Angel nodded, then remembered that his owl food was almost gone... but Peter (the owl version) would hunt for food himself.